"Link! Come on!"
"Link! You're the champion."
As Link walked into the ring, his fans cheered loudly to cheer him on.
Link waved his fist and looked at his final opponent John Stevens who was walking towards him.
He was a little taller than him, with shiny dark muscles and hard-looking bones. Link couldn't help but sigh that it was going to be another tough battle.
"Hey, I know you, your name is Link Baker right?"
In the boxing ring, the black boxer John swung his arms casually and said.
"Well, I know you too."
Link nodded politely.
"Haha, it's good to know me. You fought hard in the last fight, but I am stronger than you. Today I will defeat you and make them my boxing fans."
Black John pointed at several girls holding Link's posters in the audience and grinned with his white teeth.
Link shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Stevens, this is impossible. Even if you beat me, they will never become your fans."
"Hou Lixie, what are you talking about? Are you saying that they are white girls and won't like a black man like me?"
The black man John said dissatisfiedly, as if if the man dared to admit it, he would report him on the spot for racial discrimination.
"No, no, of course not. It has nothing to do with skin color. They like me, not only because I am fierce in boxing, but also because I have a handsome face. I think it's not just them. When I become a boxing champion in the future, there will be many hot black girls who like me and become my fans. After all, I am really handsome, don't you think?" Link said with a smile on his face.
Bah!
Black John spat at the ring, thinking that this guy was really shameless. He bared his white teeth and said coldly, "Boy, don't be so proud. Today I must beat you down and let your boxing fans know that under my fists, you are just a crying softie. Let's see if they will still like you."
Link shook his head and glanced at him with disdain. This glance was more lethal than words.
Black John immediately became furious, cursed "Fuck", and raised his fist to fight.
"Please get ready, both of you."
The referee on the scene separated the two people, checked their gloves, and announced the rules of the game. The rules of amateur games are more than those of bar games, but time is limited, so the referee only announced a few main rules and asked both parties if they understood English and whether they had any problems with their ears. They must obey the referee's orders during the game.
"Boxing!"
The referee cut his hands to announce the start of the match.
Link raised his fists and began to move his feet. His eyes were fixed on his opponent's shoulders. He took two steps forward and approached Black John.
John also kept an eye on his position, keeping a distance of one meter from him and not engaging in direct combat with him.
Link guessed that the opponent had probably seen his games and understood his playing style. At the same time, he was not angered by the pre-match dispute and was a relatively calm and experienced opponent.
Very tricky!
Hard to deal with!
Link glanced at the opponent, then simply put down his hands, letting his arms hang naturally vertically on both sides of his body, swinging constantly, while jumping forward and approaching his opponent.
He lowered his arms, which meant he gave up defense, and dared to approach his opponent without defense, which was a serious provocation and contempt in the boxing ring.
Although John was advised by his coach before the game not to take risks in attacking and to focus on defense in the first three rounds, he was angered by Link's actions at this time. He took a step back, and when Link followed up, he suddenly leaped forward and punched Link in the face.
The headgear used in amateur competitions can perfectly protect the area around the forehead and the sides of the cheeks, but the middle part of the face is not protected, which is also the main attack area for boxers.
The two sides were close to each other, and John's punching speed was relatively fast. When Link turned his head, John's fist quickly hit him and hit the protective gear on the side of his face. Link was almost hit in the face, and his back fist also caught up at this time, hitting the black man's forehead fiercely.
The two sides were too close, and Black John noticed his attack and wanted to do a strategic leaning back move, but Link's arms were 192 cm long.
BANG!!
A fierce swing of the fist was like a chain hammer, hitting the black man's face hard.
The black man John was hit on the head and fell to the side involuntarily, and fell to the ground with a bang.
"Wow! Awesome!"
"Well done!"
The punch was shocking, dangerous, fast and powerful, very interesting to watch. It immediately ignited the passion of the audience, and more than 5,000 spectators at the scene cheered loudly.
"Link! Champion!"
The boxing fans in the audience shouted his name excitedly.
The media and thousands of spectators at the scene also focused their attention on the boxing ring.
"This boxer is interesting."
In the audience, a gentleman-looking brown-haired man pinched his chin and nodded slightly.
"Franco, are you interested in him?"
The woman next to her asked, holding her child.
The brown-haired man shook his head, took out his phone and called his assistant, asking him to investigate a boxer named Link Baker.
In less than two minutes, his assistant sent Link's information to his mailbox. The brown-haired man read it and showed a surprised expression on his face.
He called his assistant and asked, "Simon, are you sure he won all his first seven matches by KO? This is an amateur match. He was protected by a hood, but he was able to KO his opponent and win?"
"Yes, boss. All knockouts. In the Miami knockout tournament, all three games ended in one round. In the three games yesterday, he knocked down his opponent an average of four times in each game. He is a heavy hitter." Assistant Simon commented.
"No, no, he's not just a heavy hitter. His speed, technique, and boxing awareness are all excellent, not inferior to professional boxers at all. Interesting, very interesting."
The brown-haired man put down his phone and looked at Link with shining eyes. A handsome, strong, capable, light-skinned boxer, he had considerable commercial value.
"Franco, do you want to sign him? He looks good." the woman in the skirt asked.
The brown-haired man stared at Link.
Seeing him knock down the black boxer again, he couldn't help but clench his fists, knocked his knees, and said, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, and see what he does next. I hope he can bring me more surprises."
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Bang!
In the second round of the boxing match, the two sides exchanged more than 30 punches, with each winning and losing.
With only five seconds left in the second round, Link found a flaw in his opponent, quickly approached, broke through his opponent's defense with a set of combination punches, and knocked down Black John at the corner.
Second KO!
"Hey! Good morning, Mr. Cohen. I'm Carl."
In the audience, a middle-aged black-haired man with a camera saw Link knock down the black boxer again.
He couldn't help but take out his phone and call Greg Cohen, the promoter of Top Promotions, and solemnly recommended Link Baker, a boxer from Miami, to him.
"Carl? Where are you? Orlando? What boxer won 8 matches by knocking out his opponents 8 times? Tell me more carefully."
Hearing Cohen's answer, the black-haired middle-aged man smiled. He knew that his words had aroused Greg Cohen's interest, so he told him in detail about Link's participation in the Golden Gloves Amateur Competition.
"That sounds good, Carl. You keep following this boxer named Link. If he makes it to the Golden Gloves national finals, I'll go meet him in person."
"Understood Mr. Cohen, I will continue to follow his game."
The black-haired man hung up the phone with a smile. He was a talent scout, specializing in finding young, outstanding boxers or athletes with commercial value for boxing promotion companies.
I heard on the news today that there was a boxing match at the Amway Arena, so I stopped by to take a look and see if there were any talented people.
In the first few matches, the boxers performed averagely and there was no target worth paying attention to. After Link came on the field, Link was seen giving up defense to lure the enemy, then easily dodged the opponent's punch, and at the same time killed the opponent with a swing punch.
This punch was quite strange, quite amazing, and quite shocking.
Carl was shocked.
This kind of fighting style has only been seen in professional boxing matches. A new boxer dared to do it and did it very well.
This made Carl curious about the boxer named Link.
He called his friend and asked for information about Link. After getting information about Link's previous matches, he further determined that this boxer named Link was very worth investing in, so he called the promoter of a top promotion company.
As long as the top promotion company is willing to sign Link, he will be able to get a considerable commission in the future.
"Link Baker, come on, keep winning, and the entire American boxing world will be shocked by you."
Carl held an e-cigarette between his legs and smiled as he watched Link knock down his opponent once again.
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Bang!
In the boxing ring, Link once again used a heavy punch to break through Black John's defense and hit him in the face with a straight punch. Black John fell to the ground for the third time and was unable to get up for more than ten seconds.
Boom!
The audience cheered loudly, shouting Link's name and calling him the boxing champion.
"I declare that the winner of this competition is Mr. Link Baker!"
As the referee raised his arm and declared him the winner, the cameras and video cameras in the audience were all pointed at him.
There were many sports people in the audience. After the final, they picked up the phone and called the promoters of several major boxing promotion companies in the United States, including Top Rank, Matchroom Boxing, Queensberry, Golden Boy, and Premier Boxing Champions.
On this day, promoters from many promotion companies in the United States learned the name of a new person - Link Baker.
(End of this chapter)