Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

The 2009 National Amateur Boxing Championship was held in the City of Louisville, Kentucky, in the Middle East part of the United States.

Kentucky, seemingly unremarkable among the large states in the United States, is the home of Colonel Sanders.

Louisville may sound ordinary too, but it is the birthplace of the champion boxer Ali.

The championship took place at John’s Cardinal Stadium, a large multipurpose sports complex that could accommodate nearly 80,000 spectators.

At noon, Link, wearing a baseball cap, entered the stadium with Dino, Simon, and Morales. There weren’t many spectators, about twenty thousand, and in the middle of the two boxing rings, the semi-finals for the Super Featherweight division at 48kg and the Super Heavyweight division over 92kg were taking place.

The contestants, dressed in red and blue protective gear and competition T-shirts, were attacking each other. Since the Super Heavyweight contestants were larger, they attracted more viewers.

"Amateur matches are boring, not a single KO after so much fighting!"

Dino complained as he looked at the ring.

"If you want to be a professional boxing agent, you need to watch even the boring matches carefully. Maybe among these boring boxers, there hides a future world champion."

Last year, just before Christmas, Mario and Morales were inspired by him and set a small goal on the spot, one to participate in an amateur boxing championship and the other in the Golden Gloves.

Dino also wanted to find something to do and asked Link for advice.

Link advised him to start as an agent, taking over the family business.

Travel around the world to scout boxers with potential, sign them, and then develop them.

He was born into a family of boxers, often watching top boxers train and compete. Having seen so much, he had a better eye than other agents.

If he was lucky, signing a future world champion could earn him a lot of money.

Dino thought it made a lot of sense. Early in the year, he traveled around places like Columbia, Mexico, and Canada, and brought back three fiery-bodied Latin women, claiming he would train them to be boxers, which nearly killed old Duvall when he heard it.

Latter, Dino explained to Link that after scouting around, he felt that none of the amateur boxers were up to par, none as good as he was.

Link had no choice but to tell him directly about last year’s Olympic qualifiers, Deontay Wilder, Andy Ruiz Jr., Joe Smith, and the Haitian Pitts, among others, who were all pretty good.

They’d been through big tournaments and were worth developing.

Dino then rushed to sign a few people, but unfortunately, he was too late. After the Olympic series, those people had already made a name for themselves and had been signed by others.

Only Light Heavyweight Joe Smith remained unsigned, so Dino secured him with a promotional contract worth one million.

Link didn’t know much about Joe Smith’s future, only remembering that he was the only one who had KO’d Bernard Hopkins in a match. His strength was not bad. ℞å₦∅ＢÈṦ

After arriving at the venue, Link went to the coaching area and saw Coach West, Mario, Reggie, and others. He had just seen everyone back in Miami at a concert last time, so there was no need for much small talk when meeting again.

"Link, today I’m going to win the championship too."

Blonde Reggie excitedly said.

"Go for it! I hope you will be the second champion from our boxing gym."

"Sure! I promise I will!"

Reggie bumped his fist with him.

Mario coolly said to Link, "Watch me, Link. This time I’m going to win by KOing my opponent."

"Stop bragging, just protect your head and be careful not to get KO’d by your opponent."

Coach West scolded, glaring.

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"Hmph! Of course not, I’ll definitely win this match," Mario said, pounding his somewhat muscular chest.

Since preparing to compete in the Cruiserweight division last year, he had started a slimming plan and lost over ten pounds in three months. His belly was smaller, and he had some muscle definition, but his face, still full of horizontal flesh, looked as punchable as ever.

"Mario, I have a feeling that you’re going to get KO’d by your opponent in this match."

"Me, KO’d? Nonsense! That definitely won’t happen."

Mario angrily replied.

"Is that so? Wait and see."

Link said with a light smile, sitting down in the front row of the coach’s benches.

The Super Heavyweight and Super Featherweight matches on the boxing ring had ended in succession, as the Heavyweight and Flyweight semifinalists entered the ring.

Mario waved his fists at Link to show off and then strode onto the boxing stage.

"Could Mario really lose?"

Dino asked from the side.

"Don’t know, we’ll have to see the match first."

Mario’s opponent was a 188 cm tall black man, weighing 195 pounds, 25 years old, with an amateur record of 68 fights and 55 wins, strength B+, technique B-. Overall, his ability was nearly equal to Mario’s.

After the match started, Mario chose to be the aggressor and his opponent was not to be outdone, exchanging dozens of punches in a back-and-forth flurry, with neither winning the first round.

In the second round, Mario continued to attack and his opponent used the same tactic, ending the second round without a winner as well.

By the third round, both had expended some energy and were sweating profusely. Mario continued to attack, whereas his opponent chose to defend and counterattack.

But the opponent’s defensive skills were average at best. Mario often trained with Link and Morales, and he had good technical and punching skills. In the third round, he landed a jab on his opponent’s face, making him stagger.

"Mario is going to win,"

Morales said.

Link nodded. Mario had been a Heavyweight boxer, his strength was no less than his opponent’s, and his technique was slightly better. Mario also had another clear advantage: better mental resilience.

This was related to Mario’s experience in the main competitive training facilities, where training in a major facility could introduce him to many different types of boxers and even give him a chance to compete against several world champions.

Once a boxer has fought a world champion, his mindset becomes steadier and his technical application more skilled when facing regular boxers.

After five rounds of fighting, Mario ended up winning by a large margin with a score of 37:24.

"Link! Link! I won! Open your eyes wide and look, I won!"

Mario yelled at Link while clinging to the ropes.

Link deliberately showed a look of surprise and nodded slightly.

"Stop shouting! It’s just the semifinal, not the final. Don’t get too excited too soon,"

Coach West shouted.

Mario shrugged his large nose and walked off the boxing stage disgruntled.

After the Heavyweight match concluded, and after several more rounds of competition, it was time for the Super Welterweight final featuring Reggie.

Reggie’s match was the final. He was quite skilled. After Link and Mario left, Coach West regarded him as his key disciple, transferring all his experience and training resources to him.

Reggie’s performance on stage was also good, with well-timed advances and retreats, and skilled technique.

After five rounds of competition, Reggie won the match by a narrow margin of 21:18, taking the Super Welterweight gold medal.

Seeing Reggie’s victory, Coach West was extremely excited.

Strictly speaking, Reggie was a disciple he had cultivated from scratch.

Link was a prodigy, who would shine anywhere. Mario was a tough nut, more influenced by Link. Although Reggie was also influenced by Link, he still followed West’s guidance in training.

When Reggie clinched the championship, Coach West’s hard work paid off.

"Coach West, Link, Mario, I also have a gold medal now,"

Reggie shouted excitedly, holding his gold medal.

"Well done, Reggie!"

Everyone congratulated Reggie.

"Reggie, don’t get too excited. I’ll have one of those too, in a while,"

Mario, with his arms crossed, glanced sidelong at the gold medal on Reggie’s chest, his face betraying a hint of envy.

"Mario, you don’t need to feel too pressured. Last year I got the gold medal, this year it’s Reggie, next year it’s your turn. One a year for our boxing gym isn’t bad,"

Link said with a smile.

"Why wait? I want one this year too. Just you wait and see,"

Mario turned away and snorted.

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