Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 269: The Competition Comes Suddenly

If he wanted to climb further, defeating the renowned Link was undoubtedly the best choice.

And for Link to dominate the Super Middleweight boxing world, Andre Ward would be the last and the most formidable opponent he would face in this rank.

Both Link and Andre Ward wanted to step over each other to rise to the top, so during this ti, after training, he would take the ti to watch Andre Ward’s match videos.

Today he watched the unification bout for the WBO-IBF boxing titles that took place on September 12th in Berlin’s Athletic Stadium, against the Arnian-German boxer known as ’King Arthur’, Arthur Abraham.

"Alright, the match is about to start, let’s turn our caras back to the boxing ring, where the current WBO-IBF-WBF-IBO champion, Andre Ward, is standing. He is 183 centiters tall, with an arm reach of 185 centiters.

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He won the Light Heavyweight gold at the Athens Olympics in ’04, and since turning pro in ’04, he has successively defeated all forr and reigning champions in the Super Middleweight division except for Link, with a current professional record of 25 wins, 18 of them by knockout."

In the television screen, a strong black boxer lifted his arms high, wearing black boxing gloves, pounding his chest towards the cara full of fighting spirit—that was Andre Ward.

"Today at the Staples Center, in front of 68,000 spectators, he will face the most popular and prestigious boxer on the scene, also the ’08 middleweight Olympic gold dalist, holder of five world swimming records, superstar singer, teenage idol—Link Baker!!!"

The HBO television caras suddenly zood into Link’s face.

"Huh?"

Blinded montarily by the cara light, Link blinked, and suddenly felt disoriented, with the scenery around him changing rapidly.

Flat screens turned into a noisy boxing ring.

The quiet mini movie theater transford into a bustling boxing venue.

He was surrounded by many people, Coach Brooks, Morales, Simon, Dino, Franco, and others.

Beyond them were crowded stands, an old white man in a suit, a fiery Latin lady with a hot figure, Tyson with his gold teeth shining, a blond youngster waving boxing gloves, T-shirts printed with ’Box like Link’...

Thousands of spectators were holding his boxing posters, shouting ’Go Link’ and ’Link for the win’.

The noisy scene and deafening shouts made it hard for Link to cope.

"Link, what’s going on, you look terrible, what did you do last night?"

Coach Brooks waved his hand in front of him.

Last night?

Link tapped his forehead with his boxing gloves, recalling what happened.

Yesterday, while watching the video, he had a glass of lemon water by his hand.

Later, Mandy ca by to bring him a fruit platter and so barbecue.

He slled alcohol on Mandy and criticized her for drinking.

Mandy got angry, secretly added so cocktail to his drink, claiming it was cranberry juice. It tasted like juice at first, but the more he drank, the dizzier he beca. Before he could react, he was out cold, and when he woke up, the feeling hadn’t subsided—he was totally disoriented.

He didn’t even know how he had gotten to the Staples Center.

"Wow, what happened? Why does Link look so out of sorts, as if sleepwalking? Today is the grand finale in the Super Middleweight division, the unification bout for the WBA-WBC-WBO-IBF Golden Belt, and Mr. Link Baker, who everyone believed had the chance to dominate the Super Middleweight rank, is out of form right before the match starts.

Incredible!"

I seed to see the scales of victory slowly tipping towards Andre Ward’s side.

Before the match, major betting companies had set odds for both n, with Link and Andre Ward having odds of 1 to 1.1 and 1 to 32, respectively. I thought everyone who had bet on Andre Ward stood to make a fortune, and the betting companies would lose a big chunk of money.

The match was about to start, what would be the outco?

Would it be the out-of-sorts WBA/WBC champion Link continuing to overpower his opponents, or could Andre Ward rise against the tide, create a miracle, and successfully unify the Super Middleweight rank? Please let us all keep our eyes wide open and fixed on the ring; the next second might be the most exciting mont in the boxing world of 2009,"

The comntator said loudly into the microphone with a very provocative tone.

At the sa ti, HBO’s caraman also focused his lens on Link’s handso yet sowhat vacant face. Through the cara, both the live and television audiences could see that sothing was off with Link, as if he hadn’t sobered up from his hangover.

"Selena! How old are you, acting so recklessly?"

In the living room of Villa 16 at the bay, Mrs. Mandy glared at Selena,

"Do you know how important this match is? It’s the Super Middleweight final. If Link wins this match, he can unify the Super Middleweight rank and beco a top world boxer. If he loses, we could lose tens of millions; even selling you wouldn’t cover that debt."

"Wah wah wah!"

Selena’s face was tear-streaked, her big eyes brimming with tears and she sniffled, "I didn’t know his alcohol tolerance was so poor. I only sneaked half a glass of Tequila Sunrise into his drink, who knew that he would get drunk, wah wah wah~ I was wrong to do that."

"It’s okay, don’t cry,"

Catherine said, embracing her shoulders and wiping her chubby cheeks with a tissue.

"In boxing, there is winning and losing, and losing is okay. Sotis a loss can be more beneficial for a boxer’s developnt. Just like Tyson and Holyfield, their second match had more topicality and a higher prize money. If Link loses to Andre Ward, the prize money for the next revenge match could potentially double."

"Really?"

Selena blinked her wet lashes, looking pitifully at Catherine, hoping what Catherine said was true. That way, she could go from being the culprit to soone who had contributed significantly.

"What really, of course it’s not true. Link is an idolized boxer; maintaining an undefeated record makes him more revered by fans. They see him as a super-strong figure. Losing would be a stain, especially because he didn’t lose to strength but to you," Mrs. Mandy said with a stern face, poking Selena’s forehead.

"Wah wah, I didn’t know his alcohol tolerance was so poor, that one drink could make him drunk for a day. I know it was wrong, if he loses, I don’t want to live either,"

Selena sobbed into Catherine’s embrace, her shoulders trembling.

"Okay, stop crying now,"

Taylor said, patting her shoulder with a smile, "Link is very strong, he won’t lose."

"Really?"

"Yes, the match is starting, get up and cheer for him,"

Taylor said with a smile.

Selena wiped her eyes and watched on the TV as Link walked from the corner of the ring to the center, standing face to face with Andre Ward. The referee in the middle raised his hand and shouted "Boxing!"

"Go Link, if you lose, I’ll be scolded to death, please, you must win."