Chapter 29: The Fight That Never Was
John Price had been surveying the party, taking in the glamorous Forrester Creations scene, when he suddenly spotted him—Canelo Álvarez.
The undisputed super middleweight champion stood near the grand piano, looking sharp in a tailored navy blue suit, sipping a tequila neat. Price nudged Juan.
“Is that Canelo?”
Juan’s eyes widened. “Oh, it definitely is.”
Brenda turned, immediately intrigued. “Wait—Canelo’s here? The guy that’s been dodging Jake Paul?”
Before Price could stop her, Brenda had already marched across the room.
Sami Brady was already mid-conversation with the champ.
“You know,” Sami was saying, arms crossed, “a lot of people think you’re dodging Jake Paul.”
Canelo laughed—a deep, amused chuckle. “Dodging? Come on.” He shook his head, taking another sip of tequila. “That fight was never serious.”
Sami smirked. “Yeah? Because from where I’m standing, you were challenged publicly, and instead of taking the fight, you went to Saudi Arabia.”
Canelo raised an eyebrow. “Because they paid more. A lot more.”
Brenda stepped into the conversation, nodding. “Yeah, yeah, Saudi Arabia pays top dollar, but come on—Canelo vs. Jake Paul would’ve been a spectacle.”
Canelo sighed, shaking his head. “Be serious.”
Juan, standing next to Brenda, chuckled. “She’s right, though. That fight would’ve made insane money. You know it. We know it. And Jake Paul knows it.”
Canelo scoffed, waving a hand. “Jake Paul is not a real boxer.”
Sami rolled her eyes. “And yet, you took Rocky Fielding seriously.”
Brenda laughed. “Yeah, Canelo, what’s up with that?”
Juan grinned. “I mean, I get it. Jake’s not exactly elite, but he’s got power. He could’ve made it interesting.”
Canelo shook his head, smirking slightly. “You all must be joking.”
Brenda shrugged. “I don’t know, champ—Jake’s got the hype. If Tommy Fury could go the distance with him, don’t you think you should’ve just ended the speculation and knocked him out?”
Canelo chuckled. “I don’t need to. He knows the truth.”
Sami, unimpressed, shrugged. “All I hear are excuses.”
Canelo gave her a look but said nothing.
Price, watching the whole thing, finally intervened. “Alright, alright—let’s not pressure the champ.” He turned to Canelo. “But just so we’re clear… you would’ve knocked him out in what—two rounds?”
Canelo grinned. “One.”
Juan laughed. “Now that’s a fight we would’ve paid to see.”
Brenda sighed. “Guess we’ll never know.”
Sami raised an eyebrow. “Unless… Canelo changes his mind.”
Canelo shook his head. “Not happening.”
Brenda grinned. “That’s what Mayweather said about fighting Logan Paul.”
Canelo rolled his eyes and took another sip of his tequila, while the debate continued, much to his amusement.
To be continued...