Ten cities. Ten victories. One goal.
Prague was only the beginning.
That win—that K.O.—that moment when Lennox lifted Sloane into the air as if she weighed nothing—that was what started the avalanche. The media picked it up, the audience went wild, and the federation gave its nod. Overnight, the boy who had only ever been listed among the "promising" became the contender. And not just on paper.
The next stop was Vienna. A more modern arena, a cooler crowd, a more aggressive opponent. But Lennox moved flawlessly. At the end of the first round, he ended the fight with a body hook—like completing a choreographed routine. K.O. In the second minute.
In Munich, they were already waiting. Fans lined up at the entrance with names and flags. The German press wrote about him as "the boy from Pra
