Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

Back at the Radio City Music Hall backstage, Link took off his white jacket and exhaled.

After winning the Best Male Artist award, he was scheduled to perform the award-winning song "Unstoppable" in the adjacent Bryant Park.

To honor MJ, during the performance, he and his dancers did the moonwalk, drawing crowds of thousands.

Hundreds of spectators joined them, dancing in the streets, and the atmosphere was incredibly lively.

It wasn't until he heard from Mandy later that he learned those people were also dancers arranged by MTV.

Speaking of the moonwalk, he picked it up during rehearsals at the Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts.

In order to master the dance, he had even personally sought MJ's guidance.

With his good physical condition, strong legs, and coordination, it wasn't difficult to learn.

He had just mastered it when MJ passed away, and now he was using it to honor MJ.

It was not a waste at all.

Returning to backstage and looking at the busy staff in the corridor, he suddenly felt like taking a rest.

After two performances and conflicts, he was mentally drained and didn't fancy going to a noisy place just yet.

He took out a lollipop, sat in a quiet corridor, and sent Ivanka a message asking how his performance was.

Ivanka replied that she was too busy with work to watch the live broadcast.

Link texted: I won the Best Male Artist award.

Ivanka responded: Congratulations! But don't get too happy too soon, that award is hot to handle and not easy to win.

Link smiled lightly and said, "I understand. Jay-Z, Kanye, and the rest will probably despise me even more, but I'm not worried."

Ivanka said, "I'm not talking about them. I mean Washington. In March, at the Grammy Awards, you publicly blasted the opposition, and in the eyes of many Elephant Party members, you are their man. Viacom's chairman, Lei Shidong at MTV's parent company, will think so too.

You're young, influential, light-skinned—a great asset. The better and more prominent you become, the bigger the role you'll play in the future. That's what they want to see happen."

Link read her message several times and rubbed his forehead: Can even a small trophy be connected to all these issues?

Ivanka said, "But you, who won the trophy, are not a small player."
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Link shrugged his shoulders and asked, "So, what should I do?"

Ivanka replied, "I don't know. I'm going to sleep now."

Link shook his head; this woman was too annoying, opening up a can of worms and then going to sleep without resolving anything. It was so irresponsible.

He was about to head to the dressing room to change when he saw Jay-Z and Beyonce walk by from the opposite direction. Probably because it was too dark where he was standing, they didn't see him, and they were arguing as they walked.

"Beyonce, you shouldn't have let Taylor go back on stage to make her acceptance speech. That's going to embarrass Kanye even more."

"It was Kanye who embarrassed me first. At Taylor's award moment, he took to the stage, grabbed the microphone, claiming to support me. This will make many people think I can't handle losing, even though I don't really care."

"Kanye did that in support of you."

"Really? I knew about the awards I would win in advance. I don't need him playing Robin Hood.

He's just trying to suppress Taylor and embarrass Link under the guise of my name. Didn't you guys fail to stop him in time because you had the same idea?

You simply didn't foresee Link daring to take the stage. Yes, you've always underestimated him, thinking he was a newcomer and easy to deal with, and that's why you've been defeated by him time and again. Just now you lost the Best Male Artist to him again. How does that feel?"

"Shut up!!"

Jay-Z suddenly stopped, grabbed Beyonce's shoulders, and shook them, glaring at her as he growled, "Don't mention Link again. Don't mention him in front of me, understand?"

"Why? Because Link embarrassed you? Ha, Link is really amazing. I seem to be liking him more and more."

Beyonce said with a cold laugh.

"Beyonce, don't go too far. You're my wife and you must stand with me. Link is our enemy."

"Sorry, but I am me, an independent individual, not your appendage. I'm not interested in your battles and won't be joining you. You have no right to tell me what to do or what not to do."

Beyonce said coldly.

"You!"

Jay-Z raised his hand high.

"You want to hit me? Jess, don't think I don't know about you and Alicia and those other 'pools.' I just don't want to argue with you, but now you turn around and interfere in my business? Fuck off!"

Beyonce cursed.

"...Okay Paul, I got your congratulations, I'll buy you a drink when I'm back in Los Angeles... No, I can't sing 'See You Again' this time; I've sung it too many times these days..."

Link was on the phone, walking by when he saw the two of them and politely nodded his head, continuing on his way.

Jay-Z and Beyonce stopped arguing and looked at him in surprise when he suddenly appeared.

Jay-Z glared, his face turning from black to red and then back to pitch black.

Link didn't stop, still on the phone, and went straight into the dressing room.

——

Thump, thump, thump!

As he was changing clothes, a knocking sound came from outside the dressing room.

Thinking it was Anna coming to see him for something, he opened the door to find Beyonce standing in front of it.

Her black wavy hair was loose, and she wore a red strapless evening gown, revealing half of her ample bosom.

She was over 170 centimeters tall, and with high heels, she looked even more slender and statuesque, her black and red skin resembled candy syrup from a gingerbread house.

"Link, would you like a drink?"

Beyonce, holding a bottle of whiskey and a glass, didn't wait for him to invite her in and barged right into the small dressing room.

"No, thank you, Beyonce. I appreciate the offer, but I'm an athlete and rarely drink alcoholic beverages,"

Link declined.

"Is that so?"

Beyonce gave a small smile and didn't continue to persuade him. She sat on the sofa chair and poured herself a glass of golden whiskey.

The aroma of the alcohol suddenly filled the air, mixed with the stronger scent of women's perfume – the scent of Chanel Chance, mature with a hint of seduction.

"What were you just doing?"

Beyonce asked, holding her glass.

"Are you asking about the corridor? I was on the phone there, I didn't hear your conversation,"

Link explained.

Beyonce shook her head, smiling, "I meant here, what were you doing just now?"

"Changing clothes!"

Link pointed to a suit on the wall, another champagne-colored Dior suit.

For the award ceremony, Miss Mandy and Anna had prepared for him three suits and two performance outfits, all valued at over five thousand US dollars, often worn only two or three times.

"Please continue! Don't let me disturb you,"

Beyonce said with a leg crossed, swinging her high-heeled shoe and speaking in a cheerful tone.

"Ok, I hope you won't feel offended."

Link shrugged, took off his artistic T-shirt, and put on a white striped shirt.

He removed the casual pants he wore for dancing, already wearing shorts underneath, unafraid of being seen by her.

Just as he was about to put on his trousers, Beyonce got up and walked over, slipping off the strap from her shoulder.

In his astonished gaze, she slowly knelt down in front of him.

——

"Oh, what happened?"

In the main concert hall, host Russell Brand had just stepped off the stage when the lights suddenly went out—the audience, the stage, and the two thick marble columns at the corner were all swallowed by darkness.

Whoosh! Two seconds later, a spotlight shone on the stage again.

The audience gasped in surprise to see two people hanging in mid-air, wearing very little, singer P!nk and her dance partner.

P!nk, a well-known pop singer known for her quirky outfits and strong persona, often referred to by the media as 'the next Madonna',

had received a nomination for Best Female Video at the MTV Video Music Awards. Although she didn't win, she was invited to perform onstage.

Her performance that day was quite daring, as she and her dance partner swung more than ten meters in the air, singing her single "Glitter in the Air" from her fifth album.

While singing, P!nk and her partner performed various high-difficulty moves, akin to an acrobatics show.

The audience looked up at the high-flying acts, emitting gasps of awe.

The performance lasted for seven or eight minutes, and when the lights came up, there was loud applause from the audience, many of whom stood up to clap for P!nk and her dance partner.

Applause!