章節 143: ### Chapter 142: The Second Golden Belt
"Oh, what happened?"
Everyone at the scene and in front of their TVs was staring at the boxing ring with wide eyes. Everything happened too quickly for them to see clearly.
The referee stepped in, indicating that Roy Jones had committed a foul by hitting Richard Brad in the groin during the match.
The TV started playing the slow-motion replay.
Initially, Richard was attacking fiercely, but Roy Jones used a clinch tactic to hold his arms. The referee approached to separate them, but suddenly, Roy Jones lifted his leg and struck Richard in the groin.
Hiss~
Many men in front of the TV screens gasped and instinctively crossed their legs. That move was brutal.
"Uh, I hope it didn't damage anything," many women worriedly said.
"That must hurt a lot," Mrs. Theron clenched her fists in the hotel suite where the cast was staying.
"Let's go to the scene and check it out!" Mrs. Bundchen grabbed her coat in the New York hotel.
"Don't rush, let's see what happens first!" Angela pulled her back.
"Look, Richard is getting up!" Ambrosio pointed at the TV and shouted.
As everyone was worried, Richard slowly stood up, albeit in an awkward posture.
"Hey, Richard, are you still functional?" Paul shouted.
Richard glanced at him annoyed and then looked at the referee, who was counting seconds.
Hitting the opponent's groin in a match is a severe violation and leads to immediate disqualification. Whether Roy Jones could stand up or not, the result would be the same.
"Match over!"
After ten seconds, Roy Jones still hadn't gotten up. The three judges unanimously declared Richard the winner, and the referee raised Richard's arm.
"Wow, Richard won!"
Paul jumped into the ring, followed by many others.
"Richard, are you okay down there?"
"Richard, is everything still working?"
"Richard, are you going to become a eunuch?"
Paul, Anthony, Norman, Andy, and the coaches surrounded him, all staring at his groin. Even HBO's camera was focused there.
Despite Richard's thick skin, he felt his face burn with embarrassment.
"I'm fine, I dodged it!" Richard waved his hand.
"Don't lie, Richard. We saw it clearly in slow motion. It was like Mars hitting Earth. It looked serious."
"Yes, I thought I heard a cracking sound."
"Richard, don't hold back. If you're upset, cry it out loud. We won't judge you."
"Haha, yes, Richard. Since you're not a ladies' man, we'll help you hook up from now on."
Norman and the others teased shamelessly.
"Get lost! All of you, get lost!" Richard's face darkened as he waved his fists to drive away the annoying bunch.
"Haha, congratulations, Richard!" WBC President José Sulaimán awarded him the golden belt.
"Thank you, Mr. Sulaimán!" Richard shook his hand.
"Mr. Brad, congratulations on winning the match and becoming the WBA light heavyweight champion." WBA President Mr. Mendoza presented him with another golden belt.
"Thank you!"
Among the four major boxing organizations, WBA has the longest history, and its golden belt is the most prestigious, known as the 'Super Golden Belt.' Winning the WBA belt signifies the pinnacle of a boxer's career.
Richard accepted the belt and looked around, spotting Old Alvin in the corner.
"Hey, Alvin, I got the WBA golden belt," Richard smiled.
"Richard, congratulations, you're fantastic. I'm proud of you!" Alvin grinned widely.
Alvin had once briefly held the WBA championship belt, and now his student had won the WBA belt and another one. It was amazing.
"Alvin, this one belongs to you!" Richard draped the golden belt around Alvin's neck and led him to the center of the ring to receive the crowd's applause and congratulations.
"Huh~"
Many spectators were surprised by his gesture. They didn't expect him to share his belt and honor with his coach at such a thrilling moment.
"Alvin raised a good disciple," said a trembling Muhammad Ali in front of his TV.
"Haha, Richard is quite something," producer Neil Moritz chuckled lightly in a New York villa.
"Fantastic. I should've gone to the match," Jim Moritz said with a frown.
"I'll take you next time," Neil Moritz replied.
"Reese, do you and Richard have any chance?" Fred asked in the Witherspoon family villa in Tennessee.
"No, we're just good friends!" Reese stared at the TV.
"Just friends? That's too bad." Fred shook his head and sighed.
Reese rolled her eyes, took out her phone, and sent a congratulatory message, also asking about his injury. She suggested he come to her place for treatment if it was serious, as the local medical research center's urology department was excellent.
Ding~ Her phone quickly received a reply.
"I'm fine, not injured. If you don't believe me, I'll show you next time."
"Ugh, you pervert!" Reese blushed and cursed.
"Just kidding, don't be mad."
In a room at the Caesars Palace Hotel, Richard laughed and continued texting.
"Richard, the doctor is here. How about a checkup?" Andy entered with a doctor and nurse.
"I'm okay, just need a day's rest," Richard said.
"That area is critical. It's better to be sure," Mr. Bob Ruit advised.
"Alright," Richard agreed. He wasn't shy, so he lay down and got examined in the room.
The results showed some bleeding but no major issues. A night's rest would suffice.
The team breathed a sigh of relief. If the champion had turned into a eunuch, it would have been quite a spectacle.
"Richard, are you okay down there?" Don King and his entourage entered the room to check on him.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Mr. King."
Richard explained once more.
"Haha, Richard, congratulations! Tonight, pay-per-view subscriptions have exceeded 1.35 million, ranking this match 15th in boxing viewership," Don King laughed.
"That's great news," Richard smiled. The more pay-per-view subscribers, the higher his prize money. This match's prize was $10 million, and he could pocket $7 million.
With his previous earnings, his personal assets successfully surpassed the $10 million mark.
"Hey, Richard, the party is about to start. Are you going to join the party? If you can't, don't push yourself," Anthony walked into the room and asked.
"Of course, I can!" After the match, Richard hosted a celebration party at the New York Grand Hotel, attended by over two hundred people, making it very lively.
"Hey, Richard, is everything okay down there?" Angelina and Gwyneth walked over with wine glasses.
"No problem!" Richard said, standing tall.
"Really no problem?" Gwyneth asked softly.
"Really!" Richard said helplessly.
"Haha, want to go to the room for a check-up?" Angelina leaned in and asked.
"No need, chat later, have fun tonight!" Richard greeted them and quickly moved away from the two seductresses to avoid hindering his recovery.
"Hey, Richard, is everything okay down there?" Eva, Caprice, and Amanda surrounded him and asked.
"No problem," Richard said helplessly.
"Really no problem?" They looked at his lower part.
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Soon, Jude Law, Keanu Reeves, and director Woody Allen, all greeted him the same way, "Hey Richard, is everything okay down there?" Instead of congratulating him on his victory.
He explained over and over, and back at the hotel, he still had to explain to Ms. Bündchen and Ms. Theron.
He didn't know how many times he explained, and he became numb to it.
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The next day, several American media outlets reported on the match between the two.
The media mainly focused on three aspects:
First, Richard won, becoming the WBC-WBA dual champion and the top contender in the light heavyweight category. His tough style in the ring left a deep impression.
Second, after winning, he put the championship belt on his coach Alvin, an action that received a lot of positive feedback.
Third, Roy Jones committed a foul, and Richard, enduring the pain, fought back to win the match.
"The match was intense. Within four rounds, Roy Jones was knocked down three times by Richard. During the fourth round, Jones's knee hit Richard Brad's groin. After a painful squat, Richard immediately fought back, landing an uppercut on Jones's jaw, resulting in a KO."
The newspapers featured many pictures that vividly depicted the entire process of him being hit below the belt, from his painful expression to his retaliatory punch and his unsteady movement.
Entertainment tabloids were more interested in the groin hit than the match itself.
"Haha, Richard, now your lower part gets more screen time than your upper part," Norman laughed, holding a newspaper in the hotel.
"Stop laughing. Your lower part's problems are worse than mine," Richard said, swirling his wine glass.
Norman opened his mouth but closed it, sulking on the sofa.
"Richard, the unexpected incident turned out to be good. The media's attention on the shooting case decreased, and no one speculates that the shooting was your plan. Obviously, everyone knows you are better than Roy Jones and don't need to do such things," Anthony spread his hands and said.
"Whatever, it's fine if there's controversy," Richard said indifferently.
"Hey, Richard, did you plan this incident?" Paul grinned.
"What incident?"
"The groin hit. Roy Jones has fought many matches and is usually calm. Why would he lose his temper against you? He knew he would be disqualified but still risked hitting you hard. He must really hate you."
"He couldn't beat me and got desperate, like when Tyson bit Holyfield's ear," Richard shrugged.
"Doesn't seem like it. You were taunting him while fighting, making him very angry. What were you saying?" Paul asked curiously.
"Nothing much, just surrendering," Richard smiled.
The last thing he wanted was for Roy Jones to give up the match halfway or perform poorly and then make excuses, saying the shooting incident pressured him and affected his performance, leading to post-match doubts.
So, from the start, he deliberately provoked Roy Jones, taunting him while fighting, not expecting the severe hit in the end.
"Hey, look at the TV. There's a live interview with Roy Jones," Anthony pointed at the TV.
In a hotel in Las Vegas, Roy Jones was interviewed by several reporters. First, he apologized to Richard, saying the foul was unintentional and an accident.
"Fuck, this liar!" Paul cursed.
"Wait, let's see how he cleans up," Richard said.
After the apology, Roy Jones mentioned the shooting incident, saying it pressured him and caused him to underperform in the match.
Finally, he looked into the camera seriously and said, "Mr. Richard Brad, if there's a chance, I hope to fight you again, a clean match without conspiracies or tricks. This time, I will beat you."
"Fuck! He lost so badly, and now he's turning the tables!" Paul cursed.
"Very normal. Fighting Richard, losing still earns him two or three million. Why not fight?" Anthony laughed.
"Yes, making three hundred thousand in less than twelve minutes. Richard, this bastard, earned seven million. This money-making speed is faster than a printing press. It's enviable. I would have boxed too if I knew," Norman said, clenching his fists.
"Haha, you wouldn't even beat a child," Paul said.
"Shut up, Paul!"
Ding-ding~
Richard answered a call from Don King.
"Hey, Richard, did you see Roy Jones's interview?"
"Yes, Mr. King."
"Do you want to fight Roy Jones again?"
"Whatever, I can fight anyone, as long as they dare."
"Haha, in the light heavyweight category, Roy Jones is top-tier and famous. His agency wants him to get the WBO or IBF belt first, then fight you again. What do you think?"
"Sure, I planned to collect all the belts after winning WBA and WBC. It doesn't matter if it's Roy Jones or someone else."
"Haha, Richard, you're impressive. I see great potential in you. Oh, I have a little gift for you, should have arrived by now."
"Gift?"
Just then, Mike walked in.
"Richard, Mr. Parker is at the parking lot downstairs!"
"Is the gift a car?"
Richard was curious. He and Paul went to the hotel parking lot.
"Wow, it's beautiful!"
"A 1953 limited edition Cadillac Eldorado, at least $200,000, and you can't find it anywhere."
Norman and Paul exclaimed.
Next to Mr. Parker was a silver-white car, wide and luxurious, with rocket fins and double bullet tail lights. The style was a bit old, like a museum exhibit, shining under the sun.
"Richard, this is a congratulatory gift from Don, hope you like it," Mr. Bernard Parker smiled.
"It's too precious."
"Richard, compared to our cooperation, a car is nothing."
Mr. Bernard Parker smiled.
"Bernard, please thank Mr. King for me," Richard smiled.
"Wow, it's great. Driving this car to pick up girls, no one can resist. Richard, can I borrow it?" Norman jumped into the car and said.
"Sure!" Richard smiled, escorting Anthony to send Bernard off.
"Richard, when Tyson could still fight, Don King gave him three luxury cars, including a Cadillac," Anthony said meaningfully.
"I'm not Tyson, at least Tyson didn't have a manager like you, right?" Richard put his arm around Anthony's shoulder and smiled.
"Haha, that's right!" Anthony said proudly.
"Hey, Richard Anthony, want to go for a drive?" Norman and Paul yelled from the car.
"You guys go!" Richard waved his hand and returned to the hotel.
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"Richard, New York Fashion Week is starting. When are you coming back?" Ms. Bündchen asked while packing her luggage in the hotel room.
"I still have some arrangements here, will stay two or three more days. Are you leaving?" Richard put his arm around her waist.
"Yes, the company has arranged many contracts for me, endorsements and runway shows," Ms. Bündchen stopped packing, turned, kissed him, and smiled,
"Thanks to you, I've become famous with you as the champion."
"You're welcome, we are one."
"Okay… don't move, I'm packing."
"Dear, before you leave, won't we have some fun?"
Richard smiled mischievously.
"Are you sure?" Ms. Bündchen raised her eyebrows, her gaze moving down.
"Uh~~~"
Well, no wonder she was so confident in leaving, it was because of this.
After Ms. Bündchen left, Richard stayed in Las Vegas for two or three more days for post-match promotions.
Arranged by Starlight Sports, he held three press conferences, answering questions about the match; met some boxing fans, sparred with them, and attended several charity events.
After a busy few days, he returned to New York with his team.
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(End of this chapter)
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