Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Hey, Simon, who's that girl? She's got an amazing figure."

On the beach, Michael held a beer and gazed at Link's figure, bumping into Simon to ask.

"You know the Thompson International Hotel at Palm Beach? That's her family's place."

Simon said this, bobbing his head to the rhythm of the music.

"Wow, the Miss of the Thompson Family? She's a real heiress. Is Link going to ask her out? Damn, I wish I were Link."

Michael looked at Miss Ivanka's explosive figure, her exquisite dress, and her superior demeanor, a top-tier rich and beautiful girl; no one would not want to date her, Link the lucky bastard.

"Link is so cool, changing his girlfriend every month, and each one is beautiful," said Daniel, eyeing Link and Ivanka under the sun umbrella; one handsome and masculine, the other voluptuous and pretty, obviously well-matched.

"Are they really going on a date? I don't think it's a good idea; the Thompson family is too rich, and Link is just a poor guy. They are not suited for each other."

James said, frowning.

"Don't speculate; they're just talking about work," Simon interjected.

"Talking about work doesn't interfere with dating," Michael shrugged and shouted to Link, "Hey, Link, come dance and bring your new girlfriend."

"Link won't come; he likes to sit by himself and watch the fun," Daniel said.

But to everyone's surprise, this time Link came over with Ivanka.

"Link, you... you guys are going to dance?"

Michael looked at Link in astonishment, then at the voluptuous Ivanka beside him; she was just far enough to seem pretty and fiery, making one unable to help flirting.

But when she came closer, seeing her tall figure, high-end dress, and noble demeanor, he felt a bit nervous, not daring to stare at her.

"Yes, moving a bit wouldn't hurt," Link said to Ivanka nearby.

"Link, if you can't dance, don't force it; mind you don't hurt your toes again," James said, grabbing Link's arm.

"Haha, I remember last year's carnival; he tried to show off in front of Lina but ended up twisting his ankle," laughed Daniel.

Ivanka gave a slight smile and said to Link, "You have a match coming up, don't force yourself if you can't dance."

Link glanced at James and Daniel. It was true that Link couldn't dance, but he himself was not inept at it.

It had been said that a boxer who couldn't dance wasn't a good boxer; a good boxer must have trained in dance steps.

For example, 'Sugar Ray Robinson's fancy dance moves, Boxer Ali's 'Butterfly Dance Step,' and Britain's boxing 'Prince' Hamad's whimsical steps, all derived from tap dancing.

Normally in training, he would also follow the rhythm of the songs, practicing steps and rhythms; dancing was naturally not difficult for him.

However, Ivanka had a point; he needed to be careful before a match. Seeing the guitar hanging on Michael, "How about you guys dance and I'll sing?"

"Link, what song are you going to sing?"

Michael handed him the guitar, just a regular one worth a few hundred US Dollars.

Link looked around; this was the beach, everyone was dancing Latin dances, and Latin dance music was playing over the speakers, with many curvy Latin girls among the crowd.

He suddenly remembered a familiar Spanish song; back when he was training for boxing, he liked to listen to songs with a strong rhythm, punching the punching bag in time with the beat, changing his stepping continuously — this was also one of his training methods.

The rhythm of that song was great, with a marked Latin dance music style, and it was also one of his regular practice tracks, listened to more than a few hundred times.

Back then, he only listened to the rhythm, not understanding the lyrics; now that he had learned Spanish through Link, he instantly grasped the meaning of the lyrics when he remembered them.

Link asked Michael to turn down the speaker volume, plucked the guitar strings, and began to sing while recalling the lyrics:

Oh yeah

Ya ya me estás gustando más de lo normal

Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más

Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro

Despacito

"Wow, that sounds awesome; what is this song, Link? I have never heard it before?"

Michael asked, surprised.

"Be quiet! Let's hear Link sing!"

Daniel covered his mouth and said.

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Ivanka felt the rhythm was great, and she couldn't help swaying her shoulders lightly along with it.

Simon looked at Link in surprise; aside from boxing well, who knew he could sing so nicely.

He suddenly thought this was excellent promotional material, quickly ran back to his car, took out a handheld video camera, turned on the microphone, and began filming Link.

Link strummed the guitar while singing, with Ivanka, chubby James, Michael, and Daniel surrounding him, all rocking their bodies.

Oh!

You, you are the magnet, and I am the metal you attract.

I was getting closer to you, meticulously planning.

Thoughts compelled me to quicken my pace.

Despacito

"Wow, that's so cool!"

Others, hearing Link sing, also ran over and began to dance various Latin dance steps to the rhythm of the music.

"Their dancing is not up to par, to see real Latin dance, watch me."

Mario ran over from the side, stood in front of Link, and flaunted his plump chest and big belly to the camera.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Though he was heavy, he danced well, had a great sense of rhythm, and suddenly became the most eye-catching besides the lead singer Link and the beauty Ivanka.

Reggie helplessly shook his head and also went to twist a bit; he lived in a Latin community where there was a carnival every year, and most young men and women there knew how to dance a few steps.

Link sang the chorus twice, growing more fluent, and even joined everyone in dancing while singing; his footwork was very agile and rhythmic. Ivanka couldn't help but follow his moves and swayed her ample hips.

By the fourth repeat, everyone had memorized a few lines of the song and sang loudly along.

Despacito

Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito

I want to breathe gently by your neck

Deja que te diga cosas al oido

Let me whisper sweet nothings in your ear

Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

"That's fantastic!"

Simon, looking at the footage on the camera, couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

In the video, Link stood in the middle with a guitar, singing and dancing. Next to him was the curvaceous Ivanka, dressed in a Chanel knee-length skirt and high heels, conservatively swaying her shoulders.

Beside them were the overweight James, slender Daniel, shirtless cool street dancer Michael, ever scene-stealing big-bellied Mario, and the earnestly dancing Reggie.

On the beach, hundreds of Latinx, black, and white individuals followed the rhythm of the music, dancing the passionate Latin dance by the bonfires.

The scene looked both vibrant and amusing.

Simon filmed and cheered loudly.

After dancing for half an hour, everyone was sweating profusely.

"Link, what is this song? I've never heard it before. Is it available online? I'd like to play it at my store."

Daniel, wiping his sweat, came over and asked.

Michael, Sarez, and a few others vigorously nodded in agreement.

"It's a secret for now; I'll tell you about it after a while."

Link took two bottles of water and handed one to Miss Ivanka.

"Whose song is this? I also want to buy a record of it."

Miss Ivanka, dripping with sweat, her fitted dress clinging tighter, making her curves look even more sensual and appealing, and her body emitting a strong scent.

Link laughed and said, "I just saw everyone dancing, and this song suddenly came to my mind. What do you think?"

"Are you serious?"

Ivanka asked in surprise.

Link smiled and shrugged his shoulders without further explanation.

"Link, take a look at this video, I'm planning to edit it and post it on YouTube to let your boxing fans know more about you."

Simon came over, opened the video recorder, and said.

The camera had a sound pickup, and both the audio and video were quite clear.

Link watched it once, felt it was pretty good, "Post it in a couple of days. Let me register the copyright first, then help me find a recording studio; I'm planning to record a sample."

"Sure, no problem, I can contact someone today."

Simon nodded repeatedly. A world champion releasing an original single sounded very catchy, and since the song sounded great, it might have a good chance of becoming a hit. If the song became popular, Link's fame would surely rise to the next level.

"Link, sing it again! Sing it again!"

Daniel, Michael, and a few others called out loudly.

Link agreed, slung his guitar over his shoulder, and walked into the crowd to start singing again.

Despacito

Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito

Deja que te diga cosas al oido

Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo

Despacito

Ivanka, with her arms folded, quietly watched him sing and dance so naturally and casually, not at all like a multimillionaire or world boxing champion. She found him increasingly interesting.