Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 697 - 506 The Second Grand Slam
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"Go Link!"
"Link, another punch, finish him!"
In early September, at the Green Point Stadium in Cape Town, South Africa, which was also the venue for the 2010 World Cup, the WBO Light Heavyweight Championship title fight was held, and the contestants were WBA-WBC-IBF Light Heavyweight World Champion Link and black Canadian boxer Adonis Stevenson.
Stevenson, 35 years old this year, was born in Port-au-Prince, Haiti, and later immigrated to Canada. He entered the professional boxing ring in 2006, and has since participated in 18 professional matches.
With a current record of 17 wins and 1 loss, in the WBO Light Heavyweight Championship qualifier held in May, Stevenson technical knocked out Don George in the twelfth round, thus earning the right to compete for the WBO World Championship title.
Stevenson, nicknamed 'Superman', stands at 180 cm tall with a reach of 183 cm, and is a heavy-hitter. He has won 13 out of his 18 matches by knockout.
But he was unlucky to come up against Link, a true Superman.
After the match began, Stevenson was constantly pressured by Link; no matter how fast his punches were, Link could agilely dodge them, and no matter how heavy his punches were, Link could firmly catch them.
Stevenson fought very frustratingly. Facing Link, it felt less like facing a man and more like facing a high mountain, a bronze wall and iron fortress; no matter how hard he tried, no matter what tactics or killer moves he used, he couldn't harm Link in the slightest.
Stevenson finally understood why Link had become the top figure in boxing, why those top boxers seemed so small when facing him, like children fighting an adult.
Because Link's strength was too overwhelming, his boxing techniques were highly comprehensive without any flaws, and the lethality of his punches was enormous.
Every time his head was hit by Link, he would experience several seconds of dizziness, and Link's punching speed was extremely fast. With punches coming high and low, left and right, his fighting style was incredibly flexible, often leaving his opponents unable to defend effectively.
When fighting against Link, Stevenson often felt that the next punch could knock him out, but Link did not do so.
Amid the cheers of over forty thousand spectators, Link fought spectacularly, showcasing top-level boxing skills.
Stevenson was also forced to bring out all his skill to fully cope with Link, although he knew he would lose, he didn't want to lose the match easily. He really wanted to defeat Link, to defeat the number one figure in boxing and rise to the top on Link's laurels.
If he could really do it, he would also become a walking Money Printing Machine, earning tens of millions for a single boxing match, a few billion a year, living in a multimillion-dollar mansion, marrying into a prestigious family, and having his pick of beautiful women from all over the world.
Perhaps he could, like Link, make a crossover to the music and film industries, becoming a global Emperor Superstar. That feeling would be too cool.
Thinking about these things, Stevenson's eyes could not help but redden. He looked at Link across from him as if he was looking at the last obstacle on his path to success. Defeating him would bring everything.
"Kill!!"
Baring his teeth, he shouted in Creole and fiercely smashed his fist towards Link's face.
As long as this punch landed, he was 60 percent sure he could knock Link down. If he could knock Link down just once, he would take control of the match.
Suddenly, Stevenson realized that his life's peak was just 'one punch' away. So, as he swung his fist, he silently prayed to all the deities he knew—Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Voodoo Priests—asking them to bless his punch to knock Link down.
Bang!
But before his fist could hit Link's nose bridge, Link's left fist came out of nowhere, sweeping from left to right, with a Swing Punch harshly chopping against his side face. Stevenson's Straight Punch was suddenly deformed, brushing past Link's shoulder
and as his face was hit, it jerked violently to the right, his neck bones making a cracking sound, with sweat from his hair and face spraying out together, even his saliva and tears were thrown out.
Stevenson felt the world spinning, losing control of his body, staggering a couple of steps, and then thudding down onto the canvas.
"Wow, nicely done!"
"Link has knocked down his opponent!"
As Stevenson fell, tens of thousands of spectators in the venue raised their fists, stood up from their seats, and excitedly cheered loudly. freёnovelkiss.com
It was like two years ago during the World Cup final when Spain's star player Iniesta scored the winning goal in the 116th minute, and tens of thousands stood up, loudly cheering for Iniesta.
"Stop!"
The referee walked over, moved Link aside, squatted to the ground, and asked how Stevenson was feeling; he then began counting down 8, 7, 6, 5....
Hearing the referee count, Stevenson shook his head, propped himself on the canvas with both fists, and slowly stood up. But, just as his legs straightened, a wave of intense dizziness kept him from maintaining his balance, and he collapsed again to the floor.
"Wow!!"
The crowd let out another gasp.
The referee started the countdown again from 5.
Lying on the boxing ring, Stevenson's head still felt a bit dizzy, and in this condition, even if he stood up, he would not be able to compete with Link; maybe he would be knocked down again by Link a few seconds after getting up.
With that in mind, Stevenson couldn't help but close his eyes, listening to the referee finish the count.
"Link has won!"
"Link is the Grand Slam champion."
"Link is incredible."
The tens of thousands in the audience roared loudly, and some media reporters and announcers stood below the ring, holding microphones and broadcasting the news of Link's victory. The atmosphere at the scene became very lively.
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