Across America, Starting with the Boxing Champion

 Chapter 35 The First Champion

 Dang Dang Dang!

 The fifth round begins.

 “Link! Come on!”

 “Link, KO him!”

 “Link, punch hard!”

The audience knew that Link claimed to end the game by KOing Andre within five rounds. This was the fifth and final round. All the spectators stood up and stared closely at the ring, wanting to see what Link would do. Can it be done?

Promoters and assistants from more than a dozen boxing promotion companies also stood up to see whether Link would fulfill his promise and complete the KO in this crucial round, or whether Andre would persevere and defeat Link.

On the ring, Link looked at Andre who was walking towards him.

“Let’s see how many rounds you can last. I will definitely KO you within eight rounds.”

 “Eight rounds?”

Andre was stunned for a moment, "This is the fifth round, the last round you promised."

“It’s a joke. The game is ten rounds. Do you believe me if I say five rounds? And I only said I’ll KO you within five rounds. I didn’t say if it takes more than five rounds, I will lose.”

Link shook his head and smiled.

"you are lying?!"

Andre shouted angrily.

"Idiot, do you understand this is called tactics? As long as I beat you, it doesn't matter what his public promises are."

Link sneered.

The referee came over and warned the two men not to talk in the ring, and then announced the start of the fifth round.

 “You liar! I’m going to kill you!”

Andre rushed over angrily, hitting Link in the head with a fierce straight punch.

Link instantly turned his head to dodge, raised his fist, and threw a fierce backward punch, hitting Andre **** the head.

Andre's head twisted sharply to the left, and the sweat and saliva on his head were violently thrown to the left. Andre's body couldn't help but fall towards the ring. He struggled not to fall, but still

　　Bang!

Andre hit the ring hard.

"Wow!"

 “It’s the backfist again!”

 “Link KO! Link KO!”

 “Champion Link!”

 The audience all stood up, applauding and shouting.

Andre was lying on the ring, and the referee squatted next to him and counted, "10, 9, 8, 7"

 After reading the four count, Andre raised his head and stood up with support on the boxing ring.

 “Andre, don’t attack. There are only 100 seconds left in the game. Hold on and you will win.”

Andre's coach yelled.

Andre glanced at the coach, with anger in his eyes. The five rounds this **** said were false. If he continued to defend, he would be beaten to death. How could he defend at this time?

He roared angrily and attacked Link with his fist.

 “Idiot! Defend, defend completely, don’t attack, what an idiot!”

In the audience, Greg Cohen covered his forehead and yelled angrily.

　　Bang!

On the boxing ring, Link was hit with another punch in the face, and at the same time a swinging punch hit Andre on the left cheek.

　　Bang!

Andre fell to the ring again.

 “Wow! Third KO!”

 “Link! Champion!”

 “Link! Champion!”

The audience shouted in unison, and the shouts were deafening.

Link raised his fists, breathing heavily, and stared at Andre who was lying on the ground. The referee squatted next to Andre and counted, "10, 9, 8, 7, 6"

Andre struggled to his feet again.

“Andre, don’t attack, hold your head. There are only 30 seconds left in the game. You can win the game in one breath.”

Andre’s coach yelled.

 "Idiot! Hold on! Don't attack, use hugging tactics, idiot!!"

Greg Cohen raised his fists and roared.

 Other promoters looked at him in surprise.

Andre looked at the coach, roared angrily, raised his fist, and continued to swing hard at Link.

　　Bang!

When Link heard that there was less than thirty seconds left, he gave up his defense and almost simultaneously hit Andre on the forehead with a straight punch, using all his strength.

boom!

Link was hit in the chin, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground.

boom!

Andre was hit on the forehead and fell backwards into the rope. He reached out to grab the rope and struggled to stand up. "Andre, there are 10 seconds left in the game, stand up! Stand up and you win."

 Andre’s coach shouted from the audience.

Andre lay on the ground and stood up little by little, holding on to the rope.

Link clenched his fist tightly and looked at the opponent coldly, ready to pounce at any time.

Andre suddenly staggered and fell onto the boxing ring.

Link stood up slowly, breathing heavily, sweat sliding down his skin like rain.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

 The referee finished counting ten, but Andre failed to get up in time.

　　Boom!

 “Link wins!”

 “Link is the champion!”

 “Champion Link!”

More than 10,000 spectators at the scene shouted in unison, and the huge sound wave shook the roof of the American Airlines Arena.

Link straightened his back, faced all the audience, and raised his fists vigorously.

 “Link! Champion!”

 “Link! Champion!”

Even though the muscles in Link's arms were trembling and twitching, sweat was pouring out, and he was breathing heavily, he still raised his fists high, and the incandescent light shone on his strong back, glowing with a bronze luster, like a steel giant.

 “Link! Champion!”

 Reggie, West, and the people in the boxing gym rushed to the ring, lifted Link up, and shouted "Link Champion" excitedly.

Andre Berto was also carried out of the ring.

 “Idiot!”

Greg Cohen kicked the chair, a look of pain immediately appeared on his face, and he limped out of the auditorium limping with his right foot.

“All boxing fans, all contestants, and witnessed by the members of the Amateur Boxing Organization and the Golden Gloves Association, I am honored to announce that this year’s super middleweight champion is Mr. Link Baker.”

In the boxing ring, Bernard Kenny, the current president of the American Amateur Boxing Organization, raised Link's arm high in front of more than 10,000 spectators and competitors, and in front of many TV cameras and media reporters.

 “Link! Champion!”

 The audience and fans shouted loudly in celebration, and the shouts of joy filled the entire venue.

“I am also honored to present this year’s Golden Gloves Super Middleweight Trophy to Mr. Link Baker on behalf of the Golden Gloves Association and the Amateur Boxing Organization!”

 Bernard Kenny took the Golden Glove-style trophy from his assistant, as well as a check for US$100,000, and handed it to Link's hand.

Link took the trophy and raised it high toward the audience and the boxing fans.

Reggie and the others raised it together with the trophy.

 “Link! Champion!”

 “Link! Champion!”

 More than 10,000 spectators shouted in unison.

 Bang, bang, bang!

Dozens of fireworks exploded overhead, and colorful pieces of paper and ribbons flew into the air.

Link looked at the ribbons floating down from his head and couldn't help but remember that before the final of the cage match, coach Lao Liu and assistant Xiao Yang also bought more than ten fireworks, saying that they would celebrate when he won the championship.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t stand up at the last moment, and those fireworks didn’t have time to bloom.

 But this time he did not disappoint himself, boxing fans, coaches and friends. If Lao Liu knew about it, he would be satisfied.

Link looked at the sky and raised the corners of his lips.

　　His!

  —

"Friends from the audience! Friends from the audience! I am honored to continue to report on the Golden Gloves Championship here. After five rounds of fierce fighting, Miami boxer Link Baker continued to defeat his opponent Ander by KO. Lieberto, won the game.

Similarly, Mr. Link Baker also became the overall champion of the super middleweight national division of this Golden Gloves Championship. Link's current amateur record is 17 fights, 17 wins, and 17 KOs.

"Boxing Ring" magazine is right, Link has achieved a great result, a record-breaking result. I would like to congratulate Mr. Link Baker again and hope that he can achieve more good results in the boxing world in the future. , to provide boxing fans with more exciting matches. "

HBO host Steve Mandanda took the microphone and said to the camera.

The cameraman turned the camera and pointed it at the lively and joyful boxing ring.

 “CUT!”

 “OK, call it a day!”

“Would you like to go drinking tonight? I’ll introduce you to a hot Bolivian girl.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, the recording has not been confiscated.”

 Zizzi! squeak---

 (End of this chapter)