"Hey, Link, I've been practicing boxing lately. How about we have a match sometime?"
At the celebration party in the MGM Hotel that evening, O'Neal saw Link and extended the invitation.
"No problem, I train at Muscle Beach Club, you can come over anytime."
"Alright, I got it. I will come find you."
O'Neal swung his fists, pretending to be fierce.
Link smiled lightly, raised his glass in a toast, and continued chatting with the other boxers.
"Shaquille, do you really want to fight Link? I bet that if it's for real, you wouldn't last 10 seconds against him."
Bernard Hopkins chuckled.
"10 seconds?! I've been in WWE, and I've defeated Big Show. Are you saying I can't last 10 seconds against Link?!"
O'Neal said discontentedly.
"What's WWE? Those wrestlers, I could knock one out with a single punch. Beating them counts for nothing."
"All you boxers like to boast. If you're so tough, why can't you beat Link? I think I could knock Link out."
O'Neal retorted.
