Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Chapter 647 - 467: Preparing for the Boxing Match

Bang Bang Bang!

With the arrival of October, the WBA-WBC Light Heavyweight Boxing Championship was about to begin.

Currently, the promotional team had already headed to Seoul to carry out pre-match promotional activities, and after a few days of rest, Link returned to training at Muscle Beach Gym.

In the private training area, Link clad in a sporty t-shirt, continuously punched the heavy bag with his fists wrapped in white protective bandages, his muscular frame flexing and contracting under his tee.

As he moved, his muscles gradually swelled, and the sweat oozing from his body soaked through his shirt.

Morales wandered around his training area during his session, seemingly having something to say.

Wobbling around, it seemed a bit annoying.

"Mario, you wanted to talk?"

Link paused, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat off his body.

"Link, you know I haven't been around the gym lately, guess where I went?"

Morales flashed a white smile and winked.

"Chasing girls?"

"Of course not, my relationship with Debbie is stable, why would I go after other women, I'm not that kind of scum... alright, I went to Hopkins' training camp, Hoyle sent me, and told me I couldn't refuse. Guess what Hoyle wanted me to do?"

"He wanted you to help Hopkins train?"

"Exactly, and to imitate your fighting style, your punching techniques, your frequent combination punches, footwork, and tactics for attacking high and low, everything was to be mimicked by me.

I said I couldn't do it, nobody could match your speed and punching power, but they wanted me to demonstrate as much as I could.

Hoyle even brought in three boxers similar to your style, to spar with Hopkins, and we trained with him for half a month, watching your fight videos intensively as if conducting re

Link, not wanting to waste time on small talk, turned to the matter at hand.

"Yes, the prize money is 80 million US dollars; you and Bernard will split it sixty to forty. The winner takes the larger share, of course. You're a world-class superstar, you'll also get a cut of the regional PPV earnings, ticket revenues, and merchandising... Link, if you win this fight, it's very possible that your earnings will exceed one hundred million US dollars."

At first, Hoyle could keep his calm while talking about the prize money, but then he realized that if Link easily won the match, he would not only become the champion of the two major organizations in the light heavyweight category but also earn over a hundred million US dollars.

That was extravagant.

Earning a hundred million US dollars from one match was more than he made at the peak of his career, whereas Link was only 22 years old.

Hoyle clenched his molars and felt a surge of intense envy.

"A hundred million US dollars? Not bad."

Link nodded.

A hundred million sounded like a lot, but it was nothing compared to the prize Mayweather and Pacquiao received for their 'Fight of the Century'. He had a goal to one day participate in a bout that would generate over a billion US dollars in total revenue, setting a new record that The Descendants could not reach.

"Just 'not bad'?"

Hoyle frowned, displeased with his indifferent tone.

"Yes, considering the factor of inflation, a hundred million in today's money is equivalent to thirty to forty million in the nineties. It's a decline. I hope the prize for the next fight could reach two hundred million."

"Two hundred million?"

Hoyle didn't think Link could achieve that. The current highest prize money record was set last year by Link in Las Vegas, achieving seventy-two million in one match, a feat that shocked the boxing world.

The possibility of Link earning a hundred million this match would set a new historical record, a difficult one to replicate. To break this record, achieving two hundred million in single-match prize money would require the inflation rate to double from its current basis.

However, considering that Link had been setting new records since his debut,

Now arguing would easily get him embarrassed.

Hoyle laughed, "Go for it, Link. Maybe you are on the verge of creating a miracle."

"I will."

Link nodded, returned to the punching bag and resumed his vigorous training.

Seeing his expression, Hoyle felt very helpless, unable to comprehend what drove Link to train so hard every day.

In the boxing world, many boxers inevitably become lax after becoming famous and earning money, relaxing their training and indulging in luxury; this included Tyson, Roy Jones, Mayweather, and even himself.

Yet, now Link, worth billions, ranked first in strength, popularity, and earnings in the boxing world, more successful than anyone else.

Still, he maintained his training regime without any slack.

Such perseverance and self-discipline were monstrous.

'If I had had such determination back in the day...'

Hoyle sighed quietly to himself and solemnly left the training area, leaving Link to train alone.