Chapter 55: Talk show
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I am Tyson
- Sand Fill
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- 2021-03-02 03:49:21
The scene of the conference was very lively, and the whole hall of the venue was already full of people.
There are only a few local media reporters here, most of the others are some nearby residents.
They are all Tyson's supporters. Although many of them have never seen Tyson himself, they regard him as Brooklyn's hope.
Brooklyn needs a champion. The people here need a world champion. No matter which field they need, they need a world champion belonging to Brooklyn.
Who can imagine a large area with a population of 2 million, even a few champions in decades?
Has a population of 2 million, which can already surpass the smaller state of Miguo.
Do they send money?
Is not bad at all, on the contrary they are very rich.
But money can't buy the champion.
The appearance of Tyson gave them hope.
Tyson is the two-time champion of the National Golden Glove Championship.
Entered the professional boxing match and even achieved three straight wins. All three games were the end of the first round.
Such a record, they have never heard of it.
The fighters who can participate in professional games are all tough guys, and Tyson ’s ability to end them in the first round of three consecutive games is enough to show Tyson ’s strength.
So Tyson became Brooklyn's hope.
This also resulted in a small conference full of people.
A press conference for the points competition, actually more than 300 people came to watch. This was still the security at the door that restricted the number of people entering, and the remaining people were dispersed.
Came to the background and waited for Tyson to see so many people on the scene, but also very surprised.
Teddy exclaimed again and again: "God, Mike, are you so popular here?"
No one expected that so many people had come to this conference today.
Even Kus, a hard-lined old man, was a little bit confused by this kind of scene.
They don't understand how urgent the Brooklyn people need to be in the championship.
Although there were many people at the scene, they were not noisy.
Austin was giving a generous speech with a microphone at the conference.
After seeing the eyes of the staff, he stopped ‘speech’.
"Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, the press conference officially started. Below is our protagonist, Logan North."
In the background on the other side, a mixed-race man from east and west appeared.
Is about one meter in height and has short hair. Although his eyes are black and gray peculiar to the East, his nose and face are closer to Westerners.
This is a mixed look that looks special on the face.
"Logan North is a Canadian boxer. His professional record is 12 wins and 2 losses, seven of which ended."
With Austin's introduction, Logan came to the center of the conference.
His expression looked a little nervous, and he might not have expected that such a small person would appear at the press conference.
At Austin's signal, there were scattered applause from the audience.
"Let us have the" beast "Mike Tyson! Mike Tyson, born in Brooklyn, won the two-time National Golden Glove Championship ..."
Tyson walked out of the background and waved at the audience.
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the scene became noisy and lively, and extremely enthusiastic applause broke out in an instant, drowning Austin's next words.
Tyson came to the center of the conference and stood face to face with Logan.
He stretched out his hands and made a gesture of depressing with both hands.
The scene was restored to its previous quietness.
The gap between the two before and after the game is really huge, which makes Logan's heart very uncomfortable.
He knows that playing away is a very difficult thing, but the Brooklyn people have a very different attitude.
After the scene became quiet, under the arrangement of Austin, the two began to look at each other.
Tyson moved his neck a few times, then stood face to face with Logan.
He carried his hands on his back, as easily as returning to his back garden.
On the contrary, Logan stared nervously at Tyson, with a fierce expression on his face as far as possible, with the left fist in front and the right fist in the back, seeming to attack at any time.
Tyson simply turned around, facing the audience.
The embarrassed Logan had to face the audience and dropped his fists.
Tyson waved his hand and went straight to the chair prepared next to sit down.
Logan also reacted and sat down on the remaining set of tables and chairs.
Tyson picked up the microphone and said, "Brooklyn, I'm back!"
Instantly burst into warm cheers and applause.
Tyson shrugged and said, "You guys are so warm, I feel like I'm a guest from afar, not a host who grew up here since I was a kid, but ... don't say, really fragrant."
Laughter came from the crowd.
"Well, as hosts, should we let our real guests say a few words? Although I will beat him on the boxing ring in a few days."
Tyson finished putting the microphone on the table, and then looked at Logan.
The scene laughed again.
Logan rolled his eyes and raised his hands, making a deeply helpless movement.
"My opponent is very powerful ..."
Tyson picked up the microphone: "Well, for your honesty, I will beat you less."
The scene laughed again ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Logan paused for a while, and said again after the atmosphere was calmer: "I have watched Tyson's game and it is very exciting. His opponent cannot survive under his iron fist for three minutes. But that does n’t mean much. Those people are just some people who have never seen the world. I dare to guarantee that this game will be different. You will see an evenly matched rally. The blood will invade the whole boxing ring, and there will be countless People cheered for us ... "
Tyson picked up the microphone and learned Logan's tone: "Let the boxing match go to hell, welcome to Logan's talk show."
The scene burst into laughter again, accompanied by bursts of weird calls.
Logan ’s chest was up and down. He took a few deep breaths and said: "This will be a great game. We should respect each other instead of saying some funny jokes ..."
Tyson said lightly: "Well, Mr. Logan, I respect you, and I will respect you more on the ring. To show my respect, I will hit your head with a perfect uppercut. Go to your back so you can appreciate your without using a mirror. "
Those who stepped down from the stage could not lift their waists.
Those journalists from the media trembling and recording every word spoken by Tyson, forcibly holding a smile.
Logan's face was blue.
This is also in Brooklyn. If somewhere else, Logan will definitely be furious and step forward.
He clenched his fists tightly.
Mommy, reason told him that he couldn't move, he was killed.
Hungry, I will really be killed by this group of Brooklyn masters.
He took a few breaths of ‘fresh’ air and relaxed his mood.