Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Hehe, my dear father, did you see that? Link’s weakness and retreat were all tactics, not a setback. What do you have to say now?"

In New York, Dino Duva turned to old Duva with a grin on his face after watching the interview on TV.

Old Duva glared at him fiercely and cursed, "Unfilial son!" then stormed off with his cane.

"Dad’s getting on in years, why do you have to anger him?"

Nora chided.

Dino grinned, saying nonchalantly, "I bet he’s not really angry. Right now, he’s probably hiding somewhere outside with a smirk on his face."

Nora smiled faintly. With Link’s victory in another fight, becoming the WBA-WBC dual champion, Dynasty Promotion’s fame spread from the United States to Europe, and Franco’s career moved up another level.

Indeed, old Duva’s mood wouldn’t be bad at this time.

"It seems like the length of Link’s fights is getting longer. Is he planning to finish a round next time?"

"I don’t know, but I’ve seen him often discussing with Tommy how to make the fights more exciting. Tommy says it mainly depends on the atmosphere among the live audience. The more enthusiastic the atmosphere, the better the fight looks. I think Link might have been led astray by Tommy."

Dino said with a shrug and a laugh.

Tommy was Tommy Brooks, the coach.

Nora nodded, understanding Link’s idea of controlling the fight to enhance its spectatorial attractiveness, attracting more viewers.

The idea was great, but acting as both the main performer and director was extremely difficult; one small misstep, and he could be counterattacked by his opponent.

In the past, only boxing kings like Ali and George Foreman dared to do so, delivering many classic fights in the seventies.

Boxers like Tyson and Holyfield, though skilled, fell short in tactics.

They struggled to win their fights, and as for trying to enhance the spectatorial experience, they wouldn’t dare take the risk.

For newcomer Link to dare such a thing, one must admit, he had quite the audacity.

Meanwhile, in the Fight Club in Las Vegas.

Tyson, James Toney, and Chris Byrd exchanged glances after seeing the interview on TV.

Three black men, glowering with six white eyes.

"Motherfucker! All of this was Link’s tactic?"

"Damn, this guy’s acting skills are too good. He even fooled us."

"We heard before that he was double-jobbing as an actor. I thought he was preparing to make it in Hollywood, but it turns out this guy has been using his acting on the boxing ring, what a sly dog."

The three of them watched Link on TV with displeasure.

During the fight, they saw Link constantly retreating and thought he hadn’t trained enough, his legs softened by women, and his strength diminished.

But it was all tactics.

Link’s tactics were just too cunning, even fooling these three veterans of the ring.

"Link’s quite the handful, are you guys still up for fighting him?"

Tyson asked the others.

"Fight! Link’s too arrogant. If he fought the matches steady and stable, I’d have only a sixty percent chance of beating him, but now that he’s playing this trick, I have at least a seventy percent chance."

Chris Byrd clenched his fists, his expression set determinedly as he spoke.

James Toney, stroking his prominent belly, said, "Chris, you fight him first, I’ll follow up after, hoping he doesn’t lose too quickly."

"Alright, when the time comes, I’ll definitely place a bet on you guys to win."

Tyson grinned, baring his teeth as he laughed.

Meanwhile, at a top promotion company in the same city.

Greg Cohen’s eye muscles twitched as he saw Link with two Golden Belts draped over his shoulder on television—could this guy have actually won?!

Gazing at president Bob Arum across from him, he sighed, "I was wrong, Link really is a cunning and formidable fellow."

President Arum, puffing on a cigar, peered through the smoke at the TV screen and said, "Link is indeed quite impressive, seeking ways to improve the quality of matches right from the start—surpassing 99.99% of boxers."

Greg Cohen clenched his fist on his knee, remaining silent. Experience tales at

President Arum looked at him again, waving his hand with a smile, "Greg, you shouldn’t blame yourself for not signing Link. I’ve never faulted you because with those terms, even I couldn’t have signed him."

Cohen shrugged, "I really hadn’t expected Link’s growth would be so rapid."

"Yes, Link is an incredible boxer, and his presence will definitely influence the top promotion companies," said Arum.

President Arum paused, then chuckled, "However, this guy is also a great promoter and spokesperson for boxing. After he became famous, he did a lot of promotional work for boxing, like that YouTube boxing segment—that’s quite entertaining. From that perspective, his success is extremely beneficial for the whole boxing industry."

Cohen nodded in agreement.

All of us are in the same industry; if we only compete internally, fighting over a small cake instead of making the cake bigger, we will all starve in the end.

After becoming famous, Link kept promoting boxing, leading to more people becoming aware of the sport through him, thus becoming fans of boxing.

Once they become fans, they will purchase boxing training equipment and watch boxing matches. This consumer spending boosts the GDP of the boxing industry. It’s also a way of building the cake.

From this perspective, Link’s success is beneficial to everyone.

Greg, I’m assigning you a task, go get in touch with Franco and Link, forge a good relationship with them—we want to be their long-term partners in the future," Arum said with a smile, holding a cigar.

"Bob, do you think Link and Franco will agree?"

"They will! Link’s ambition and potential are enormous, even greater than Mayweather’s. But times have changed, the boxing industry is shrinking, and if Link wants to be the next Tyson, the next Ali, relying on Dynasty Promotions, or even the main event companies, isn’t enough—he needs all the promotion companies in the boxing industry to exert their full effort."

President Arum shook his clenched fist, "Link and Franco are smart people; they should understand this."

Cohen nodded, hesitating for a moment before saying, "But cooperating with Dynasty Promotions to promote Link could impact Mayweather’s development to some extent, using up resources meant for Mayweather."

"No matter, in a few years Mayweather will move up to middleweight too. We can arrange a fight between him and Link. Whoever is more formidable will become the next superstar of the ring—after all, the ring still speaks through strength," President Arum said.

Greg Cohen nodded; this approach wasn’t bad either. Letting Link, Mayweather, and Pacquiao all rise together and then staging a few decisive battles.

Like ancient Roman gladiators, the ultimate victor would become the king of the ring.

Considering the comprehensive strength displayed by several individuals at the moment, Link’s chances of winning were not small.

Cohen decided to phone Franco and Link later, to express congratulations and suggest a partnership.

As for the possibility of losing face, he didn’t care in the slightest—making money was what mattered most in the boxing world.

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