Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

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"Link, take a look, this is the schedule for your match with Tyson."

Ivanka took out a document and pushed it over.

Link opened it and saw that his match with Tyson was scheduled for December 15th, at Trump Plaza Casino in Atlantic City, New Jersey.

The casino was known for its retro architecture, such as the Taj Mahal and Pyramid, with a large interior space that could accommodate more than ten thousand people. It had hosted boxing matches many times before and used to be one of the famous entertainment venues in Atlantic City.

However, in recent years, the attraction of Atlantic City to tourists had greatly diminished, with a growing gap between it and entertainment cities like Las Vegas and Los Angeles.

The casino, under the Trump Entertainment umbrella, had also begun to lose its appeal, and with this year's financial crisis, real estate and tourism took a heavy hit, increasing debts.

It was only on the media that news of the casino's bankruptcy broke out.

"No problem!"

As a boxer, Link actually didn't need to look at these things. As long as Ivanka, along with Franco, and Tyson's side negotiated well, all he needed to do was follow Simon to the match.

As for how to divide the 10 million match bonus, that was a matter for him and Tyson's side, and Ivanka didn't need to discuss it.

So he felt that Ivanka asking him out to watch the boxing match probably wasn't just to look at this document.

Ivanka swirled her glass casually and said, "Link, when I first heard 'Despacito,' I just found it catchy, didn't expect it to be so popular, it's on the radio all the time recently, even my father has heard it."

"Oh, what does Mr. Trump think of it?"

Link asked.

"My father didn't comment on the song, but he said you are a very outstanding young man and he appreciates you. Over the years, I've heard him evaluate many young people, but none have been praised by him several times in a row like you."

"Haha, it's my honor, thanks to Mr. Trump!"

Link raised his glass.

Ivanka clinked glasses with him, then looked at him, "Link, many people have commented that you have great potential in music. Have you considered signing with a record company to become a singer?"

Link nodded, "I've had that thought. Boxing is quite niche, and it's difficult to promote the sport and myself through boxing alone. I've thought about becoming an actor, but as a boxer, it's too hard to find a role that fits me. Singing doesn't require as much in terms of physique, and the work hours are more flexible.

Currently, a few major record companies have contacted me, and I'm considering it."

Ivanka leaned on the sofa, with her long legs crossed, listening to him quietly until he finished, then she nodded her chin.

"Joining a big record company is also good; they have plenty of resources and can quickly make you famous. But big companies also have lots of artists, and the competition for resources is tight. As a part-time singer, after one hit song, there's no guarantee your subsequent songs will continue to be hits. So their support for you won't be much, nor will it last long."

Ivanka's words were similar to what Catherine had said: big companies are like squeezing machines, after using one up, they switch to another. Aside from stars with their own fan base, the others are just extras after entering.

Link understood this but didn't quite understand the purpose of her bringing this up.

With alluring eyes and curled lashes like hooks, Ivanka said, "Link, I think a smaller record company would be more suitable for your development, preferably one without any other singers, just you. Once you join, they would allocate all their resources on you. You make money and so does the company—a mutual interest. They won't and can't afford to give up on you easily."

Link looked at Ivanka and said, "Sounds great, but such record companies are rare, Ivanka, you've been in the entertainment industry longer than I have, any recommendations?"

Ivanka rubbed the glass with her finger, smiled slightly, and said: "How about Trump Entertainment?"

"Trump Entertainment?"

Link raised his eyebrows; the puzzle he had been pondering in his mind finally solved. After all this time, Ivanka came to sign him.

"Yes, Trump Entertainment mainly operates hotels, casinos, reality shows, models, music, etc. We've released albums and photo books for Miss America winners in the past, selling over a hundred thousand copies. We are not unfamiliar with this field."

Sitting up, Ivanka raised a finger with the same confidence as Mr. Trump, saying, "Link, if you're willing to join the music company under Trump Entertainment, we will mobilize all the resources of Trump Entertainment to promote you and your album. I assure you, these investments will not be less than 5 million, aiming to make you a top or even an Emperor Superstar."

Link said, "Sounds very good, but there's one thing I don't quite understand. If Trump Entertainment wants to break into the music scene, it would be more appropriate to work with professional singers. Why choose to work with an amateur singer like me?"

"The reason is simple: my father appreciates you very much, and so do I. We both believe you have the potential to become a superstar. We want to shape you, of course, more importantly, you can also help the company make a profit. We cooperate for mutual benefit, to create even more glorious achievements together in the music world. What do you think?"

Ivanka said with a spirited expression.

Link looked at her face, her beautiful eyes, smiling lips, feeling a bit regretful.

He thought that after singing and dancing with her, and being somewhat friends, he had overestimated his charm. Ivanka didn't think of it that way at all.

She merely saw him as a tool for making money.

Because he knew the news about Trump Entertainment going bankrupt was true. Next year, Trump Entertainment would be taken over by another billionaire, Carl Icahn.

Joining Trump Entertainment at this time, with just an album, wouldn't breathe life back into the company, it would only become a bargaining chip in the deal.

This meeting was indeed a trap, and this woman was not a simple character.

"Go Evander!"

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Just as he was thinking about how to tactfully decline her suggestion, a loud cheer came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Link stood up and walked to the window—Holyfield's match against Valuev had begun.

Wearing a red cloak, Holyfield made his way to the boxing ring through the east passage.

At 46 years old, he stood 189 centimeters tall and weighed 214 pounds. His body was robust, and his muscles were well-developed, like a black chimpanzee.

But when compared to his opponent, Valuev, he was at quite a disadvantage.

Valuev was 35 years old, standing at 213 centimeters tall and weighing 310 pounds. His upper body was hairy, and his appearance closely resembled the giants from the movies.

There was a considerable difference in age, height, and weight between the two men, which the media had hyped as an 'unequal' duel.

The match was presided over by WBA Chairman Gilberto Mendoza.

Once the match started, Valuev swung his massive fists and launched a fierce onslaught on Holyfield. Despite his huge frame, his movements were not slow. His 215-centimeter-long arms were like the claws of the titans in games, swinging everywhere, capable of eliminating any life nearby.

Due to the significant height disparity and the fact that Holyfield was 46 years old with limited stamina, it was hard for him to secure a knockout against Valuev. He could only rely on his exquisite boxing skills to keep striking Valuev's torso and chin, hoping to win by points.

"Do you think who will win?"

Ivanka stood beside him and asked.

"Valuev. Holyfield is too old. He severely lacks vitality and speed. A decade earlier, he definitely could have won."

Link objectively assessed.

"Did you mean it when you said you could beat Valuev within three rounds?"

Ivanka turned to look at him and asked.

The corner of Link's mouth twitched. When he was interviewed by the reporters, he had thrown out those words without considering whether his adversary was the shorter Bernard Hopkins or the Giant Valuev—He sprayed them all together.

Now, seeing the 310-pound Giant Valuev firsthand, the visual impact was substantial. Valuev's style of fighting was more wild than he had imagined, both fiercer and faster.

He was confident that he could defeat his opponent by points within 12 rounds, but the probability of victory within three rounds was exceedingly small.

"It would be tough, but if I face him, I'm confident that I can beat him within three rounds."

Link said confidently.

Ivanka looked at him skeptically, a teasing smile playing on her sexy lips.

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Link asked her.

Ivanka shrugged her shoulders and, while touching the hair of her trophy, said, "The big difference in height and weight between you two makes it hard to believe you could knock him out in three rounds."

"How about we bet? Within the next three years, I will challenge Valuev—three rounds. If I win, you'll have to write a hundred times on paper that Link is the strongest boxer in the world. How about it?"

"And if I win?"

"You can't win because I won't lose."

Link looked at the boxing ring and said confidently.

"No, a bet needs to have a winner and a loser. If I win, you have to tell a hundred people that Ivanka is the most beautiful woman in the world, a queen. Do you dare to bet?"

Ivanka lifted her chin, extended her palm, and said with a hint of challenge gleaming in her brown eyes.

Link looked at her, smiled, and raised his hand to high five her, sealing the deal.

On the ring, after a tough dozen rounds, the match concluded. The referee stood in the ring holding both fighters' arms up, facing the main judging panel.

The three judges handed in their scores for the match: 114:114, 114:115, 112:115.

With a narrow point difference, Valuev won the match and successfully defended his WBA Heavyweight Golden Belt.

Seeing the scores, Link shook his head.

This was the United States. Holyfield was a famed American boxer, while Valuev was a Russian champion. Unless there was a substantial gap between them, under normal circumstances, Holyfield should have been the victor. Explore more at empire

Favoring hometown boxers is a common practice in international competitions, not even considered an unwritten rule. It is one reason many boxers are reluctant to compete abroad.

But this time, Holyfield lost, and the points were so close. There had to be more to it than met the eye.