Ordinary boxing matches or fighting matches have a pre-match weigh-in. In addition to ensuring that both parties are in the same weight class to make the match fair, it is more important to create enough hot spots to boo and attract wider attention.
In this fighting match between Wen Zheng and Ma Lei, it can be seen to the naked eye that the two sides are not in the same weight class.
Although Wen Zheng is not thin, he is far from as strong as Ma Lei. This is already a challenge, not to mention that he is only a singer and he is a former professional.
But this does not affect the outside world's attention to this game at all.
Compared with the unsuspicious result, most people want to know how many rounds Wen Zheng, who is tougher than his fists, can last.
In the morning, the weighing ceremony was held as scheduled.
In addition to the live broadcast by local stations, the right to live broadcast on the Internet belongs exclusively to the Yuanlang Live Platform.
Due to the momentum built before the game, the number of people watching the live broadcast directly exceeded 100 million. This is also a grand event for the Dragon Kingdom with a population of nearly 2 billion.
It doesn't matter, it's just that netizens have been complaining about it for a long time.
Everyone knew that Wen Zheng could not win, but he still watched this game with a bit of luck. What if he won? If he faced off against the keyboard warrior in the future, at least he would have an advantage in terms of momentum.
on site.
First, Wen Zheng came on stage wearing short shorts, with his well-proportioned tendons that made the ladies on the sidelines look crazy, and some even secretly wiped their saliva.
When the host in charge of the live broadcast room saw this, he also joked: "I have to say that Wen Zheng's body is enviable. He will definitely win awards if he does bodybuilding, but the losses to the music industry will be huge. He is worthy of millions of girls.
Meng, he is really handsome, and he is much stronger than ordinary low-traffic meat. Unfortunately, this is an octagonal cage, and the opponent cannot be merciful. It seems that the dreams of hundreds of millions of girls are about to be shattered..."
Soon, the weighing result came out, Wen Zheng weighed 83.9 kilograms.
This is considered a normal weight for a tall man, but when the host saw this result, he couldn't help but frown and said: "It's too light. His height and wingspan give him a small advantage, but the weight difference is too big.
I don’t know how many punches he can withstand..."
While he was talking, Wen Zheng's opponent Ma Lei arrogantly shouted.
One hundred and twenty-one kilograms!
The host exclaimed: "Oh! He is indeed a former professional heavyweight fighter in mixed martial arts. His weight can still be maintained at this level after retirement. It seems that his usual training must not have fallen behind. One hundred and twenty kilograms is the highest weight in the heavyweight division.
, and he only exceeded one kilogram. Tsk! Speaking of which, I really feel sorry for Wen Zheng. His weight can only be considered a middleweight, and there is also a light heavyweight. There is a two-level difference between the two.
!How to fight like this? Someone might be killed if you don’t do it!”
"I can tell you responsibly that Wen Zheng has no chance of winning. Mare's previous record was ten wins, sixteen losses, and one draw. I suggest that his coaching staff and himself be prepared to admit defeat at any time. If he dares to challenge
It’s already worthy of respect, there’s really no need to hold on.”
As soon as these words came out, Wen Zheng's heart suddenly tightened.
Wen Zheng is in danger, he is still too impulsive!
The host continued: "Okay, the meaningless weighing ceremony is over. Now we come to the so-called harsh talk session. This is the highlight besides today's game. I wonder if the two sides will do it later.
If friction occurs, on-site security must protect Wen Zheng."
The barrages in the live broadcast room are also vigorous.
"Hahaha, Wen Zheng looks very thin standing with others!"
"Damn it, this devil muscleman looks like a big hamburger. He is tall and strong, and his gentleness makes people feel so sad to see him."
"It's cool. Wen Zheng, a famous tough-talking player in my country, died at the age of 21."
"I feel sorry for my brother. That gorilla is so ugly. He's just a reckless man. Why are you so close to my brother?"
"Wen Zheng is unlucky. He wanted to teach the troll a lesson, but ended up kicking his ass. He will suffer the consequences now."
"I think Wen Zheng is just a joke, and people just scolded him. He is so impatient that he has the ability to mess around and become a soft-boiled man. Why don't you let others say it?"
"That's right, that's right, idols have to look at my Bai Tian, who doesn't cause trouble and is not afraid of trouble."
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At the same time, Wang Sisi, who was at the scene, subconsciously clenched her fists, which were already covered with sweat.
She found this opponent terrifying just looking at it. The two were about the same size, but the other's size was simply too exaggerated.
She was really afraid that the two sides would look at each other fiercely and the other side would suddenly attack because the two of them were standing together. In comparison, it was obvious that Wen Zheng was the one who was best bullied.
She glanced at Lin Mo beside her and said hesitantly: "Is it really okay?"
Lin Mo smiled and asked: "We all believe in Wen Zheng, why don't you believe it? Don't worry, it will be no problem."
Wang Sisi frowned, feeling a little unhappy.
You rely on him to make money, so naturally you have no choice but to trust him. Who of you really cares about his safety?
Suddenly, something unexpected happened on the stage.
I saw Ma Lei sinking, his arms tightly protecting Wen Zheng who was about to speak, and he threw him to the ground. His fists as big as casseroles fell rapidly like raindrops.
Wen Zheng might have been a little stunned by the fall. After being stunned for a second or two, he subconsciously raised his arms to protect his head. However, it was too late, as his brow bone had already been cracked.
The on-site staff rushed over like crazy, protecting Wen Zheng's head with their bodies, and several more people tried to pull Ma Lei to his feet.
When everyone finally separated the two, Wen Zheng's face was covered in blood.
Wang Sisi covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes. She was completely stunned and her mind went blank.
Lin Mo frowned and rolled his eyes, then nodded secretly and looked at the stage with a relaxed expression again.
Wen Zheng rejected the staff's suggestion to leave the game, picked up the microphone on the ground and said: "I was careless just now and didn't dodge. In tonight's game, I will let you know what cruelty is!"
Ma Lei grabbed the microphone from the person next to him and sneered: "Trash! I thought you were a weakling, but you turned out to be a weakling. What? Got sucked dry by the slut Jin Lian? She did a good job.
? I want to try it too. Oh... I'm sorry, I forgot. It's your job. After all, you are a soft-boiled man. Hahaha... If you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I will give it to you.
How is your personal decency?"
"You little troll! I'll fuck you!"
Wen Zheng pushed away the person who was treating his wounds and smashed the microphone in his hand, hitting Ma Lei right in the face.
Mare was also confused, and he didn't even react.
After he came to his senses, he ignored the blood from his nose and rushed towards Wen Zheng again, dragging the person who stopped him.
Under the strong restraints of security and their respective team members, the two struggled to get together. It didn't matter who the punches fell on, they were just struggling with each other.
For a moment, the scene was extremely heated. No one expected that Wen Zheng would dare to take the initiative to provoke him after suffering a loss. It must be said that the microphone he threw was really accurate.
Upon seeing this, the organizer quickly sent more manpower to force both parties to a safe zone.
It is rare for netizens to see such heated scenes. There are also conflicts in fighting matches or boxing weigh-ins, but they are just for show. How can there be any real fire like this?
"Damn it! Both sides are seeing red. It looks like they are going to kill each other in the game tonight!"
"Wen Zheng, a little bitch, has such a tough mouth. Even after being beaten, he still has a tough mouth. He didn't dodge anything. Did you dodge it?"
"It's so exciting. I have already imagined the scene of Wen Zheng fighting this man for 300 rounds. It seems that Wen Zheng is not vulnerable and should be able to survive two rounds!"
"This troll is not only vicious in his words, but also very dirty in his tactics. Not only in sneak attacks, he also makes people look bad."
"Oh, it's a pity. If Wen Zheng's opponent had been someone else, he would definitely be able to frighten the Internet trolls this time. It's a pity..."
"It's not difficult to see that Wen Zheng is having a hard time coping. At least his strength is not at the same level. I suggest he give up and sing well, isn't it?"
"Wen Zheng should just admit defeat. This question is obviously over the top!"
Netizens urged Wen Zheng to surrender and admit defeat. The host of the live broadcast room also said bluntly: "Judging from the results just now, it is difficult for Wen Zheng to survive until the end. If he is lucky, he can survive two rounds. Why should he?"
What? Don’t be like the trolls, ugh..."
"Dear viewers, today's pre-match weigh-in will be broadcast live here for you. The main match will start at eight o'clock in the evening. Please stay tuned to the fighting section of this station's evening slot or the Yuanlang live broadcast. See you in the evening!"