Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Ha ha ha!

Some of the journalists laughed, while others gave that reporter a blaming look. Link had just said he would only answer five questions; how could someone ask such an irrelevant question at this time, showing no level at all.

Yet, Link looked at that journalist with surprise. This guy must have studied traditional Chinese medicine because he was incredibly accurate at reading people.

"Yes, the weather in New York has been terrible. I've been here for ten days and it has rained for six of them. I miss the sunshine in Miami,"

Link said earnestly.

"Mr. Link Baker, congratulations on your first professional victory. What is your assessment of Mr. Gerard Rowe, your opponent in today's match?"

The New York Daily News journalist asked.

"Gerard is a very formidable boxer. He is quite strong, especially his defense, which is definitely above average among amateur boxers,"

Link still answered very earnestly.

But the journalists didn't hear it that way.

"Mr. Link Baker, but you knocked him out in only 6 seconds,"

said the American Express journalist incredulously.

"Yes, it only took me 6 seconds to beat him, but that doesn't mean he's weak; it just means I'm very strong. In my rank, they can only last a few seconds or perhaps tens of seconds against me, and not just Gerard."

Link said, clenching his fist.

The journalists looked at each other in bewilderment. What was Link saying? Did he mean that all the boxers in his rank could only last a few seconds or perhaps tens of seconds against him?

A slip of the tongue?

Or was Mr. Trash Talk online again?

"Mr. Link Baker, when you say boxers of the same rank, does that include Mikkel Kessler, Lucian Bute, Andre Ward, Andre Dirrell, Carl Froch, Arthur Abraham, these former world champions, and continental boxing champions?"

the New York Post journalist shouted out.

"That's right, I'm talking about everyone. Regardless of whether they are former world champions or continental boxing champions, if I face them in a match, I'm just as confident that I can end the fight in a matter of seconds or perhaps tens of seconds. Those are my words, and you can quote me verbatim to everyone,"

Link said with a firm voice.

Whoosh!

The journalists were stunned by his victory declaration. This man, having fought only his first professional match, dared to make such bold statements; wasn't he getting a bit too carried away, thinking he was invincible just because he had won a Olympic gold medal?

"Tommy, did you hear what Link is saying?"

Dino Duva dug at his ear, looking incredulously at Brooks, "He said just tens of seconds to fight those champions? Has he lost his mind, how can he say such a thing publicly?"

Coach Brooks had just heard these words and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his eye.

He had heard from others that Link was a 'trash talker,' but after interacting with him for the last few days, he found that Link was mild-mannered, and both his words and his actions were substantial. He did not seem like the overly assertive type known for trash-talking.

Why then had he suddenly changed tack today and publicly made such a bold claim?

Could it be because there were journalists present?

He rubbed his chin and said to Dino, "Maybe Link isn't just talking big. With his strength, it really might only take him tens of seconds to fight those guys."

"Are you serious?"

Dino looked at him in surprise, "The people that reporter just mentioned, they are all currently ranked number one in the Super Middleweight division by the WBA-WBC-WBO-IBF organizations, especially the Danish boxing king Mikkel Kessler.

Last year he fought Joe Calzaghe, and after a fierce battle of 12 rounds, Joe Calzaghe won by a narrow margin of points. How could Link claim to defeat such a formidable opponent in just a few dozen seconds?"

Brooks scratched his head, also feeling a tingle on his scalp, although he knew Link was very strong, the skills of Mikkel Kessler and the others were also formidable, all former Super Middleweight world champions who moved up from Middleweight. For Link to defeat them in a matter of seconds was almost impossible.

"Mr. Link Baker, are you saying this to challenge all Super Middleweight boxers?"

asked a reporter from the New York Daily News.

Link smiled gently and shook his finger, "Guys, if you had read the Miami Herald at the beginning of July, you should know that I already issued my challenge.

During the qualifications in July, Mr. Simmons, a reporter from the Herald, asked me about professional matches, and I told him that my goal is to be the world champion. I hope those guys, who are only champions in name but not in reality, would give up the Golden Belt before I enter professional boxing, and leave it to me.

If they can't bear to part with it, they should get ready to be knocked out by me."

Mr. Joe Calzaghe must have read that report, which is why he relinquished the Golden Belt early on. He set a good example.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

I hope Mikkel Kessler, Lucian Bute, Andre Ward, and others will follow Mr. Calzaghe's lead, abandon their illusions, give up on competing for the Super Middleweight Golden Belt, and withdraw from the contest early, because it will only belong to me," said Link, pounding his chest.

Boom!

Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed overhead, and the reporters' minds were filled with shock. What did this guy just say?

He actually said Joe Calzaghe, who dominated the Super Middleweight division for years, gave up the Golden Belt out of fear of being KO'd by him?

How dare he say that?

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Dino Duva, Tommy Brooks, and Morales were also stunned and dizzy. That was far too arrogant. Wasn't he afraid of being pelted with rotten eggs by Calzaghe's fans?

Simmons tugged the corner of his mouth and hurriedly took out his phone to call Franco, to relay what was happening here.

Today, Link had dropped a massive bombshell. One could imagine how explosive the news would be tomorrow. No, maybe there was no need to wait until tomorrow; this news would set off a storm in the boxing world and even the world of sports entertainment by tonight.

After all, the Olympics had just ended, and Link's popularity was at a very high peak.

After hearing about it, Franco also broke out in sweat, yelling for the new assistant to call everyone to a meeting, not one person less.

"Mr. Link Baker, are you sure you're referring to Mr. Joe Calzaghe, the undefeated champion with a professional record of 44 wins, 0 losses, and 32 KOs? Are you saying he gave up all the Super Middleweight Golden Belts because of you?"

a New York Post reporter asked in a tone so surprised he could hardly contain himself.

"Yes, Mr. Joe Calzaghe is very strong, and I respect him. But as a boxer, I believe the best tribute I could pay him is to defeat him with my fists. Unfortunately, he gave up the Golden Belt early, which is truly regrettable," said Link with a shrug.

Seeing that reporters were about to ask more questions, he waved his hands indicating the five-question limit had been reached and he would answer no further inquiries before he left the venue, leaving behind a group of astonished reporters and onlookers.

"The best tribute to him is to defeat him with fists. Is that something a normal person could say?"

Dino Duva asked in a daze.

"That's so cool!"

exclaimed Morales.

"Don't just stand there stunned, follow Link."