章節 142: Chapter 141: The Unexpected in the Ring
Nighttime, Las Vegas Caesar's Palace, at the WBC/WBA Championship Unification Match.
"Mr. Roy Jones, do you have anything to say before the match?"
The HBO commentator on the ring asked, holding a microphone.
"Yes!"
Roy Jones leaned towards the microphone, eyes fixed on Richard across from him, "No matter what tricks you play, today, here, I want to tell you that strength is what matters the most. I'm going to use my strength to take back what's mine."
"Go, Roy!"
"Roy is the best!"
Many people in the audience started shouting.
"Mr. Richard Brad, do you have anything to say?"
The microphone was handed over.
"Mr. Jones is right. Strength is fundamental. I will use my strength to prove everything."
Richard smiled lightly.
"Go, Richard!"
"Richard, the undefeated god!"
The crowd of tens of thousands roared, making the scene thunderous. From the looks of it, Richard's fans outnumbered Roy Jones' by several times.
After the interviews, people started leaving the ring, and the referee began checking the equipment and labels of both fighters.
"Hmm, Richard, to beat me, you actually teamed up with Don King to create a shooting incident. It's really surprising. But I want to thank you for making this match so sensational, even bringing in a ten million dollar prize. When I win, how about I invite you and your girlfriend to walk on my yacht?"
Roy Jones sneered.
Richard squinted his eyes and smiled lightly, "Roy, I'm curious about something. We fought before, you should be well aware of my strength. What I don't understand is why you were so unwilling to accept the outcome after our match?"
"Hmm, last time you faked an injury. I underestimated you."
"No no no~, do I need to fake an injury to deal with you? Absolutely not. It will be the same this time. Whether in strength or tactics, I completely crush you. If I were you, I'd admit defeat. Considering the pressure you've been under, the audience will sympathize with you and think your loss is reasonable. Of course, for the sake of the match and the over twenty thousand spectators, you can't admit defeat now. It's best if you hold on for three or four rounds. Midway, you can have your coach throw in the towel, and you can lose with more dignity. How does this script sound?"
"Bullshit, I'll never admit defeat!"
Roy Jones said angrily.
"Box!"
Seeing the two of them talking non-stop, the referee glanced at them, waved his hand, and stepped back.
"Roy, give up. You're not my opponent!"
Richard smiled.
"Kill!"
Roy Jones rushed forward.
Richard collected his thoughts, raised his fists, blocked the opponent's punches, and threw a powerful left punch, launching a counterattack.
Bang bang bang~
As soon as the match began, the two fought fiercely, engaging in close combat as if they were genuinely enraged. Straight punches clashed, heavy punches landed, jabs drew blood, hooks swept across, and uppercuts sliced through. They fought intensely.
The audience, seeing the two fighting so fiercely, waved their fists and cheered loudly, supporting their respective fighters.
"Go, Richard, use some strength, and I'll sleep with you!"
In the front row of the second tier, Angelina waved her fists and shouted.
"Do you have any shame? Be careful not to be recognized."
Gwyneth reminded her.
"What's there to be afraid of? If I want to sleep with someone, do I need to hide it?"
Angelina scoffed, curling her red lips.
"Alright, you're Jolie!"
Gwyneth shook her head and smiled.
"Do you think Richard can beat Roy Jones? Many professionals say Richard is better at ring tactics but lacks in strength compared to Roy Jones."
Angelina asked.
"Don't listen to them. Richard's strength is super strong. His strength and physique are incredible, no one can compare."
Gwyneth bit her lower lip, eyes fixated on the man in the ring, somewhat mesmerized.
"Really? How is he in bed?"
"Very strong, super strong!"
"Really?"
Angelina looked at her with a sly smile.
Gwyneth froze for a moment, then covered her lips and laughed, "Oh, don't get me wrong. I was talking about that bed scene, he was really strong from start to finish"
"Don't make excuses. Your seductive eyes have said it all. Gwyneth, be honest, when did you sleep with him? And you've hidden it from me for so long!"
Angelina put her arm around her waist, dissatisfied.
"Haha, stop it, let's watch the match!"
"Fine, you can watch the match while telling me about your time in bed with him. Isn't that more exciting?"
Angelina smiled lightly.
"It took too long. A match won't be enough time to finish the story."
Gwyneth smiled, her lips slightly raised.
Wow~
At this moment, a huge gasp erupted from the audience.
On the ring, Richard swiftly dodged the opponent's attack with a quick sidestep.
Just now, that punch was incredibly dangerous. Roy Jones used his most cunning uppercut. This move rarely fails against other opponents, but it's ineffective against Richard.
Richard was faster, his reflexes more efficient. He swiftly dodged the deadly blow and swung his left fist.
A simple swing punch, but it lashed out like a whip at lightning speed.
Bang!
It hit Roy Jones square on the side of his face, jerking his head sharply to the left, causing ripples of shock to appear on his face.
Roy Jones stumbled a step and then collapsed onto the canvas.
Wow! The crowd erupted. In the first round, Richard had already knocked down Roy Jones, reminding many fans of the last match where Richard also knocked Roy down in the first round.
From the trend of both matches, it was clear Richard's strength was superior. It wasn't just his tactical prowess; he was genuinely powerful.
"Go, Richard!"
Many fans in the audience shouted loudly.
"Hey, Roy, are you okay?"
On the ring, Richard stepped back a few steps and asked.
"Hmph!"
Before the referee could start counting, Roy Jones glared and got up, supporting himself with his hands.
"Haha, don't glare at me. If I hadn't held back, you'd already be unconscious. Do you know why I held back? For the sake of the match's excitement. Otherwise, that punch would have knocked you out."
"Fuck you!"
Roy Jones, eyes red with anger, rushed forward.
Bang, bang, bang~
The two clashed again.
"Hahaha, not bad, keep fighting like this."
In a luxurious box on the second floor, Don King, with a cigar in his mouth, clapped his hands.
"Don, the viewership numbers are in."
Old man Bernard Parker walked in with a phone.
"How many pay-per-view subscribers?"
"HBO just reported 1.04 million subscribers. It ranks in the top 30 of all boxing match viewerships."
"Haha, very good. If this continues, we might break into the top 20."
Don King laughed heartily.
"Fight, fight hard!"
"Go, Roy Jones!"
"Fuck, Roy Jones, why are you turning into a wimp?"
In a prison in Carson City, inmates in Section B were watching the match between Richard and Roy Jones with the guards. Some supported Richard, some supported Roy Jones, and the room was noisy.
"Fuck, Tyson, didn't you say Roy Jones was great? He's been knocked down twice in just three rounds. You call that great?"
A white young man with an eagle tattoo complained.
"Yeah, it's clear that Richard is much better than Roy Jones."
Randall, who spoke with a lisp, waved his fist and said.
Tyson frowned, "As I said before, after the shooting incident, Roy has faced a lot of doubt and pressure. He's clearly not in the right state today."
"But his attacks are fierce, and his defense is solid. You call that not in the right state?"
The tattooed young man questioned.
Tyson opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. Roy Jones was indeed performing well, fighting more fiercely and quickly than before. With such a style, even Tyson would have a hard time dealing with him. But Richard, that pretty boy, not only took it all but also launched beautiful counterattacks. Could it be that this guy really had great strength?
"Hey, Tyson, in past matches, I rarely saw you guys talking. Why does Richard keep talking? Is he chanting spells?"
Inmate Hector asked curiously.
Tyson shook his head, "I don't know. Fighting is exhausting, and with a mouthguard, it's hard to talk. It disrupts breathing. So, apart from cursing, very few people talk. Richard is not a conventional boxer."
"What do you think Richard is saying?"
"No idea. Probably taunting Roy Jones. Didn't you see Roy's eyes turning red?"
"Tsk tsk, Richard is really something. Tyson, can you beat Richard?"
"Of course, if he talks trash during a match with me, I'd break his jaw with one punch!"
Tyson said, swinging his fist forcefully.
Bang~
In the ring, Roy Jones was knocked down again, and the audience burst into cheers.
"Go, Richard!"
"Roy, get up!"
Richard looked at his fallen opponent and sighed softly, "Roy, just stay down. It's the fourth round, you can surrender now."
"Fuck you!"
Roy Jones roared angrily, gasping for breath.
"Good, you face a strong opponent without fear, fighting again and again. I appreciate that. How about I buy you a drink after the match?"
"Screw you!"
Roy Jones rushed forward in a rage.
Bang, bang, bang~
The two clashed again.
"How many viewers now?"
In the box, Don King asked, cigar in his mouth.
"It's reached 1.28 million subscribers."
"Not bad. Keep going a bit longer, and we might hit 1.3 million subscribers, breaking into the top 20."
Historically, the highest pay-per-view match was Holyfield vs. Tyson in '97, with 1.95 million subscribers. Richard had only been in the professional boxing scene for a little over a year, not famous for long. Reaching this number with Roy Jones was impressive.
Don King puffed out smoke and squinted at the two in the ring, "Richard is a good guy. If he keeps winning, more people will pay attention to boxing. We should strengthen our cooperation with him."
"Yes, Richard is a promising young man. Huh, what's happening?"
As they were talking, a change occurred in the ring. In the middle of their fight, Richard suddenly clutched his stomach and crouched down.
Bang, bang~
Roy Jones rushed forward and landed a few punches.
"Stop!"
The referee immediately stepped in.
Bang~
At that moment, Richard suddenly stood up and delivered an uppercut, hitting Roy Jones square on the chin.
Pfft~
Roy Jones' mouthguard, along with his teeth and blood, flew out. His head, and body, were lifted off the ground and he fell back, landing hard on the canvas.
After the punch, Richard clutched his stomach again and crouched down.
"Oh, what just happened?"
(End of Chapter)
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