Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Is Link really that fierce? This guy started provoking a few of us in amateur competitions, and I’ve always felt he’s all talk."

’Lights Out’ James Toney lay on the couch like a Buddha, stroking his belly as he asked.

Tyson grinned, glancing at the two men.

"You haven’t retired yet, so you could totally fight him. Right now, this guy’s fame is top three in boxing, and his appearance fees are high too. Even if you lose against him, there’s money to be made."

"I have that plan. If his strength is just as it seems, I’ll let him know how sinister the boxing world can be."

Chris Byrd swung his fist and grinned.

"Unbelievable! I don’t even know how Link has turned into this. When he fought me, his punches were fierce, and I felt like vomiting blood when I was hit. Now, he’s changed into this."

Tyson saw Link being forced to step back again and cursed under his breath.

"Heh, I’ve heard he has a lot of scandalous girlfriends. Maybe he’s been learning from you, getting his legs softened by women."

"Nonsense! I would never get weak knees."

Tyson glared at him, and upon hearing an ’oh’ from the TV, quickly turned back, only to see Link staggering, nearly falling down.

"Crap! This guy has definitely regressed. Before, no one could make him retreat."

Tyson cursed loudly.

"Is Link about to lose?"

In Las Vegas, in a top-level promotion company’s lounge, Bob Arum spoke while watching the TV.

Greg Cohen shook his head and sighed, "What’s happened to this guy? When I first saw him, he was full of confidence in boxing, even told me his goal was to surpass Mayweather and De La Hoya to become the unparalleled boxing champion. Now to see him like this, it’s a real shame."

"This is Lou Duva’s fault," said Bob Arum holding a cigar. "The more talented the boxer, the stronger the management should be. You have to tie him down with contracts, make him obey, to prevent any accidents. But Dino didn’t do that. He gave Link too much freedom, letting him mess around in the music industry and Hollywood, taking up a lot of his training time. It’s come back to bite him."

Bob Arum drew on his cigar, slowly blowing a smoke ring.

"Yeah, Dino isn’t a good agent. If Link had signed with our top promotion, it would never have gotten this far. Also, Link is a bit too arrogant. He acted like he was the best in the world at only twenty years old. Clearly, he lacks experience. Hopefully, today’s match will teach him that lesson."

Greg Cohen shook his head and sighed.

But he felt a sense of relief. Ever since Link became a top boxer, people praised Franco Duvall for having an eye for talent, for discovering a gem like Link.

And yet, he’d become an example of what not to do, for not daring to agree to Link’s proposed 70% share and that had become one of the stains on his career.

If Link lost today and couldn’t get back on his feet afterward, he would have the chance to wash away that stain.

"Cough cough~ Nora, when Frank comes back from London, talk to him. Tell him to spend more time on Link’s mental coaching, to make Link spend more time on training instead of fooling around in showbiz."

In the Duva Family mansion in New York, Lou Duva said to his daughter-in-law Nora Duwa.

Nora nodded while watching the TV, but then said, "That might be difficult, Link is also very successful as a singer."

"Don’t worry, I can see that Link loves boxing the most. For boxing, I think he’ll agree." Explore more stories at

Lou Duva said.

"Hey!"

Dino Duva, squatting in front of the TV, turned around and rolled his eyes, "The first round isn’t even over, and you’ve already decided Link is going to lose. Isn’t that a bit rash? What if this is Link’s tactic? Don’t forget he’s a master tactician."

"Whether it’s a tactic or not, his decline is obvious."

Lou Duva said, gasping for breath.

Dino shrugged, and with even Lou Duva saying Link had regressed, he couldn’t argue.

Perhaps Link really had declined; after all, he had to make movies, release albums, and chase girls. It would be normal if he regressed.

"But I’ve heard the odds on Link losing are 1:51. Could he be throwing the match?"

Dino said, stroking his chin, "If that’s true, he’s really not playing fair. He should’ve invited me to join in."

Seeing Link’s weak performance on the stage, not only did Dino suspect he was throwing the match, but many people in the arena at the O2 also harbored the same suspicion.

"Bernard, it would be awesome if Link really is throwing the match; I stand to win 5,000 pounds out of this."

In the spectator seats, Charlotte said excitedly to the reporter Gary beside her.

"Congratulations then!"

Gary, with his camera ready, stood in the aisle, taking pictures of the audience shouting ’Come on, Carl!’

This match wasn’t just a showdown between WBA champion Link and WBC champion Carl, it was also a clash between the top super-middleweight boxers from Britain and the United States.

If Carl could defeat the invincible champion Link in this fight, it would be a joyous occasion for all British boxing fans.

And those loudly cheering for Carl in the audience deserved media coverage.

Wow!!

Suddenly, a wave-like exclamation erupted from the crowd, filled with immense shock and astonishment.

Gary quickly turned his head towards the ring, only to see Carl Froch, who just a moment ago was fiercely attacking, now lying sprawled on the canvas.

Gary, not daring to believe his eyes, quickly turned back to Charlotte.

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