Jennifer Lawrence (21;5'7";132;34C-24-30) vs. January Jones (33;5'7";126;36B-27-36) by simgrrl (Sept 2011)

Prefight Press Conference:
The first question Lawrence is asked: "So, are you afraid to fight your predecessor in the role of "Mystique"...Rebecca Romijn? Is that why you are avoiding her the same as Blake Lively, the opponent your "mentor" Charlize Theron recommended you fight next?"

Jen bristling at the insult, insists the reason she's fighting January Jones now instead of one of the other two is because, "...she was so disrespectful and difficult to work with on "X-men" that I felt she was someone who needed fixing. I'll worry about Romijn at a later date. As for Lively, that's Theron's 'problem'!"

Then JJ is asked why she accepted the challenge from Lawrence when she is "older but don't have as much experience as Lawrence" Jones' face flashed crimson as she snapped curtly, "I'm sick of having to 'kow-tow' to 'a girl' who has to be painted blue and covered with scales as body enhancements just to be noticed."

When asked what she thought her chances were, "...considering your lack of experience and that you're giving away some size and about a dozen years of age" January puffs up her chest and responds, "I've been training hard and I just really want to beat Jen up so badly she never even thinks of getting in a ring with me ever again. And why not, hell, almost everyone else she's fought has done it," she concludes smirking.

Jen Lawrence elbows January away from the microphone and (almost) screams, "As for those 'scales' it should be obvious - even to someone as dim-witted as you that I can, and did, take them off. Sadly, poor January Jones can't take off her 'enhancements' as she had them implanted...which is how you know she's a 'capital L-' loser!"

At that, Jones face gets red and she hauls off and slaps the young girl. Lawrence is rocked by the unexpected cuffing blow and staggers, then lurches forward, grabbing Jones by the hair and taking her to the floor. They roll around on the stage pulling hair, slapping and kneeing one another. Media photogs scramble forward looking for the best angle to get the obligatory "upskirt" photo while the brave members of the print media such as "Tractorpull", "Inside Boxing" and "Internet Boxing Report" cower behind their chairs, blindly holding up their digital recorders praying they will catch a few choice quotes they can later report on their web sites.

Clearly, analysts posit later, "Jones really does hate Lawrence because Jen is getting so much attention at such a young age where Jones didn't, hasn't and probably won't as she's already been dismissed as 'just another blond model wannabe actress' - that's gotta rankle!

And Jen's comment about January having all her talent in her "implants" sets her off. Apparently, anger works for January because after she slapped Jen, Jones ended up on top of the scrum and when they finally pulled her off of Jen, Lawrence got in a final kick to January's thigh as she's dragged away. Clearly, January got the better of Jen who was a bit scattered and disheveled as they put her back upright on her feet.

For Lawrence: white lace bra/panties; for Jones, red lace bra/panties.

During Rd 1: Both women out with fire in their eyes, whistling mean-spirited punches with both hands, neither appearing to think about defense, just a burning desire to hurt her opponent...and they both do! Lawrence missing an overhand right gets rocked by a short left hook that puts her butt in the ropes. Jones chugging away with both hands, putting some miles on the younger blonde's nubile body. Lawrence weathering the storm, backs Jones off with a choppy uppercut inside that forces JJ to hang on! Women toe-to-toe midring; trading mindlessly; as first Jen, then January, get shaken by big power punches as neither takes a backward step. JANUARY'S DOWN! Lawrence puts January on her butt with a sharp left hook/right cross combo just over a minute into the round! The older blonde sits up, leaning back on her fists as she gazes up in surprise at Jennifer who raises her arms as she struts to a neutral corner all smug and full of herself! Jones on one knee, taking a 'veteran eight', collects herself; then nods she's OK as the ref checks her gloves. Lawrence in quick to finish off her hurtin' prey, but Jones ducks and dances behind a sturdy 'earmuff' defense avoiding further damage. Then as the fight passes the mid-way point, Jones kicks it into overdrive and powers a stunned Jennifer back across the ring behind a bludgeoning right hand! One, two, three rights leave Lawrence swaying with her back on the ropes before a crisp left uppercut short-circuits her legs and DOWN GOES JENNIFER! Shocking 'payback knockdown' for January Jones sees the older fighter high-steppin' over the body of the youngster; now it's a dazed Jen Lawrence staring up from her back on the canvas. Jen pulls herself together and climbs the ropes, leaning back on the turnbuckle as she tries to assure the referee, "I'm ukkay..." Jones working behind a straight left jab keeps Jen backing up to the final seconds when a sweet combination by Jones puts another wobble in Lawrence's knees as she stumbles back against the ropes. Jones cleans up to the bell, stuffing that short left hook into Jen's offending bra as she punishes her with gleeful delight. One knockdown each with a slight edge to the veteran Jones in an action-packed first!

Rd 2: Young Jen seems to have gotten over her shaky start and the pounding she took and comes out breathing fire. For her part, Jones goes all-in too and it becomes a battle that moves slowly from the center to the ropes with Jen slowly beating Jones back to the ropes with hard, hard, punching that keep Jan's head rocking. But January is fighting back too and once her back touches rope, she's dipping and slugging low; making Lawrence miss as she eats punches to her middle and her chest. Jen's not liking any of it and lets out several groans with her frowns.
A rippin' uppercut, rattles the older blonde's teeth and she wobbles away to her left, then grabs the top rope. Jen's after her and takes a few jabs as Jones seems to recover and tries to hold the strong youngster off, not working as Jen blocks, dips and even eats one or two, closing in as the round runs down Lawrence hammers Jones' rack which lowers her guard, enough for Jen to daze, and freeze JJ with a hard straight jab, that sets up a huge right that crashes into the side of Jones head and sends her falling away and then collapsing on her face. Jen steps back with a satisfied smile sensing that it's over, count reaches seven and Jones is still struggling to all fours, .. bell sounds with Jones trying to pull herself up.. saved by the bell, Lawrence trudges slowly back to her corner, looking a bit arm-weary and clearly disappointed as Jones escapes a KO. Jones's seconds help her back to her corner where she slumps limp and dejected onto her stool.

Rd 3: Jones heaves herself off her stool, meets Lawrence at midring and quickly ties her up. Jen struggling to break free, but giving Jones way too much time to clear her head. Jones brings an uppercut up the middle as the referee tries to separate them, the punch glancing off Lawrence's unprotected jaw - but doing little, if any, damage. Still, Jennifer showing ultra-caution as she pick-peck's at Jones from long range; seeming unwilling to engage as before in all-out power punch trading. Jones showing her 'leg' - staying well away from Lawrence's power for most of the first minute and quickly and firmly countering all attempts by the younger woman to initiate. Second minute Lawrence up-tempos, moving in resolutely behind that left jab, then rocking Jones with a short, choppy, right that puts a shimmy in January's thighs. Jones answering with a pawing left, then skipping out of danger with a frown. Jennifer stomps after, snapping the left several times to occupy Jones, then driving the right in under January's left ribs. Blonde grunts as she folds in pain and Lawrence gathers her in her arms, rides her back into the ropes and pounds away to the body as Jones desperately wraps her up top, giving up her middle. Rest of the round all Lawrence's as she abuses Jones along the ropes for almost a full minute with little coming back. Referee closely eying the action, but Jones' upper body movement and active clenching show she's still in control of her faculties - if not the fight! Lawrence closes out the round in Sugar Ray Leonard style with a flourish of rapid-fire punching that has the crowd on their feet screaming.

Lawrence spins away and prances to her stool at the bell, leaving Jones breathlessly bent over and butt-stuffed in the ropes; limp arms dangling at her sides with a kinda 'little lost girl' vibe.

Rd 4: The fighters face off quickly to start the fourth and Jen opens the action, landing a long jab. She moves in quickly behind it with a right that January blocks with her gloves, then dips low and pounds a right flush into the young fighters lush tummy. Jen Lawrence gasps as she stutter-steps back. Jones is eager to continue but she eats another long, looping, lazy, left from the younger blonde which doesn't deter her pursuit as the older blonde continues to chase and body bash with hearty abandon while Lawrence continues in retreat; slowly allowing herself to be beaten backward into her corner. Jennifer fighting like she expects Jones to back off at some point. Jones' harder punches slow as she has to plant her feet to punch but when Lawrence tries to fight her way off the ropes, she misses badly and Jones goes low to drive hard rights to Lawrence's gut or hammers hooks to her ribs. No one punch is big, but they add up and Jen slumps back against the turnbuckles looking bit discouraged. Jennifer's fans scream at her to fight, but her reputation for being discouraged by solid body work seems to have some validity.

Lawrence hears the calls and with Jones right in front of her, Jen lands a couple of rights but Jones, instead of backing off, just raises her sights and lands a big left hook just below Lawrence's heart and almost immediately, a huge right uppercut that pounds Jennifer's left breast up out of her top! This brings howls of delight from January's supporters and whines of dismay from Jen's. It also is answered by another hard right, a left and a right from the now semi-topless blonde!
Jones is staggered back a couple steps by the flurry which frees Jen from the corner trap.

Just as Lawrence seems ready to pile on, January recovers her footing and again targets Jennifer's uncovered bosom. Lawrence reflexively drops her gloves to protect her breasts and Jones seizes the opening, nailing Lawrence flush on the jaw! Jen is staggered and stumbles back into the corner, right where she began; her gloves at her cheeks as January opens up a can of whup-ass on her lush young body. January's feasting and Jen's groaning with every hard connect. Desperate, Jennifer manages to fit in an uppercut to slow Jan's attack momentarily, but Jen's too winded to follow up her advantage and January recovers and goes back to hammering all things Lawrence. A left-right combination rocks Lawrence and a right uppercut splits Jen's guard and bounces off her face. Having taken enough, Lawrence is forced into the first clinch of the round; Jones wrestling desperately to free herself from the young girl's clutches, but Lawrence hangs on to her bearhug as they wrestle along the ropes and into the next corner where January manages to get in a few punches, one landing low at the bell. The ref is moving in just as Jones breaks free to sweep a wild right that strafes both of Jen's bouncing breasts as she cringes back into the corner. The ref gives Jones a finger-wagging warning while Jennifer gingerly hugs her wounded pride-and-joys as she wanders glassy-eyed back to her corner visibly angry and possibly somewhat discouraged.
Between rounds, Lawrence's seconds stuff her exposed breast back down into its cup and Jen winces as it's being roughly, and hurriedly, handled. Jones grinning as she and her corner talk, looking upbeat and confident for maybe the first time in the fight.

Rd 5: Lawrence comes out determined to make Jones pay for her dirty tactics at the end of the fourth round, hoping to end the fight here and now. Jones, maybe a bit overconfident given her previous dominance, misses a lazy right hand and pays for it as Jennifer Lawrence connects with a solid overhand left that puts a shimmy in Jones' thighs. A Lawrence right shatters Jones' cocky demeanor and lets her know the fight is far from won! Jennifer whistles another left to the body, misses a 'go home' right but lands another short left hook under Jones' right breast. Jones immediately responds with a straight right over Lawrence's low left hand to back her up, then another overhand right that cuffs Jennifer's left ear and leaves her with a ringing sensation. Both women land solid to the body as they trade power blows at mid-ring; then Lawrence pushes Jones back with a flurry of piston-punching body shots. Once Jones' back touches the ropes, she firms and hurts Lawrence with a counter left hand. They clinch on the ropes, with Lawrence pushing up under Jones' chin to bend her head back over the top strand but the referee intervenes to break them apart before Jen can take advantage. Jones leaping at Lawrence off the ropes, landing a knee-buckling right that again forces the younger girl to hang on. Jones pumps her fists into Jennifer's ribs, sides and kidneys as the referee 'let's 'em fight'. Jones shoves Lawrence away, slams another uppercut into that left bra cup and once more Jennifer's firm young breast gets exposed! The fans show their appreciation with whistles, cheers and applause as Jen blushes bright red. Jones' gives the bare breast a couple of swipes, more open-handed slaps than hard punches, but it's enough to keep Lawrence's mind occupied, leaving her with her hands down as once more January Jones comes 'over the top' to rock Jennifer's world with a big right!

Lawrence battles back gamely, slamming a left-right-left trio of hard punches to January's head that have it rocking on her shoulders. Now it's Jones forced to clinch, giving up her body as Lawrence puts her head on Jones' shoulder and hammers her lower body with both fists; driving Jones back onto the ropes once more. This time, the referee is slow to separate them and Jennifer manages to land two more rights inside to January's head. It's good, solid, back and forth punching by both women but with the majority of the hard punches in the final seconds all going Lawrence's way while Jones is reduced to pushing out a few jabs trying to keep Jennifer away from her. Bell: Jen Lawrence raises her arms triumphantly as she walks to her corner, giving Jones a dismissive glance back over her shoulder.

Between rounds Jones being congratulated by her seconds for "stayin' alive" while Lawrence's folks are berating the hard-breathing blonde for being unable to "seal the deal" when she had Jones hurt.

Lawrence's corner imploring her, "...just keep it up" sure Jones is about to crack. "Just keep the pressure on the 'ol girl' she's ready to go. If you hadn't run outta gas at the end, it'd be over now," she's told with some justification. Jen, shakes her head; sucks in deep gulps air; breasts heaving; arms limp over the middle ropes as she's being massaged; re-energized.

Rd 6: At the bell, Jen starts to stand, then slumps back, gets a push to her feet. As Lawrence reaches center ring Jones is already waiting; smiling. Jen throws a lack-luster jab that Jones slips, then a right Jones reads in time to duck. Jones fires back a quick pop to the blondes belly and a straight left to her right breast. Lawrence takes it and squares up, answering with a combination that Jones takes on her raised gloves as January marches in to hammer Jen's face; snapping her head back. A January right roughly scuffs up Jennifer's tender breasts and a left is wedged deep into her softening tummy. Jen gasps, but instinctively throws a right - one that misses completely! Lawrence's left is blocked by Jones' right forearm, then Jones powers a left-right combo that puts Lawrence in retreat mode. Another right to the chest makes Jennifer fold and her butt is stuffed back in the ropes. The crowd's on their feet, eager to see another momentum shift as Jones' big right bashes apart the youngsters arms to expose her for a clean left to her chin...

LAWRENCE IS HURT! Jen's legs rubber as she staggers back to the ropes where she eats another left to the chest that stops her in her tracks. That's when January opens up with both guns! Lawrence fighting back, but just reacting; there's no power and little direction and nothing she does slows Jones whose using the younger blonde for target practice. Jennifer's eating one jab after another, then Jones unloads a huge right, putting her full weight behind it. The punch catches Jen clean and her arms drop; head snaps to the side; mouth gaping open; eyes fluttering as her mouthpiece pinwheels thru the air!
Lawrence's legs lock and then slowly collapse as the blonde crumples in a heap at January's feet. Sensing it's the end, Jones kicks Lawrence's ass then stomps to the nearby corner. Jen struggles, using the ropes, makes it to her knees, at five... stops, six, seven, looks like she's giving up...then amazingly lurches up; swaying; just beating the ten count. Jones, thinking it's over, isn't even facing the ring, instead waving to her fans. Jones' arms drop, suddenly showing her own exhaustion as the ref interrupts her celebration to get her back in the fight. Jones amazed as she turns to see Lawrence hanging onto the ropes, gloves up; not moving, just waiting like a lamb for the slaughter as Jones rushes in to finish.

January sends a huge right that Lawrence slips and comes back with a right of her own - though not with a lot on it. The punch lands solidly and Jones, shocked, leans in low but Lawrence ties her up, hanging on desperately. The ref breaks them, but it's not clean and Jen hits Jones with and uppercut before her gloves are up! Jones is pissed and she goes wild, punching with both hands from all angles. Jennifer is desperately fighting for survival. Lawrence, ducking and bobbing, hits Jones again, backing her off... but not for long. Jones right back on top and Jen is force to clinch again. They struggle, thighs fighting for position as Jen manages to wrestle Jones into the corner where, arms locked, Jen manages to outmuscle Jones so she can't get off.

Jan doesn't like being controlled, but she can't punch as Jen is able to keep her corralled. As the time runs down, so do the fighters; locked in an embrace with Jen having to hold and Jan too weak to break out. The ref finally steps in to break-up what looks like two drunks dancing. As they part, Jen pops Jan's breast causing her bra to malfunction which puts a frown on the older blondes puffy face and a tired smirk on Jennifer's bloody lips - and brings drunken hoots from the fickle crowd who are seeing a lot more then they expected. The crowd remains standing and applauding and arguing as the weary fighters flop on their stools for a welcome - and much needed break.

Now the two corners positions have reversed as it's January's team pleading for more fire, while she herself is in obvious disbelief that Lawrence got up from the knockdown while Lawrence's seconds are praising her merely for surviving. "She's exhausted; build on that last minute; get her back into the corner and beat the fight out of her; her second wind has come and gone, trust me she's got nothing left..."

But as she nods, Lawrence looks less than convinced. She's been on top of Jones, but she hasn't been able to stay on top for long, now she's looking as frustrated, and as spent, as Jones is.

Rd 7: Both women still on their stools at the bell, both getting a helping hand from their seconds to rise then they trudge to center ring and assume their stances. January pushes out a limp jab and Jennifer barely reacts, letting Jones' glove gently push her head back a little. Lawrence puts a little more effort into a short right to Jones' ribs, then shoves out a left that cuffs Jones' right cheek, lightly. Both seem to be out of gas and the crowd whistles and boos the lack of apparent effort. Stung, they both take a deep breath, straighten their spines and unleash a brief flurry of rapid-fire punching...then fall together in a clinch which brings renewed boos from the crowd!

Lawrence digs a crisp left to Jones' stomach, then brings a windmilling overhand right up and over to buckle Jones' knees. Jen Lawrence hammers January's ribs with another left, then lowers her shoulder and rums Jones back against the ropes where Lawrence bludgeons January with lefts and rights to the body. Jones hanging on up top, arms around Lawrence's neck, pulling her head down into her cleavage like she's trying to breast smother her standing upright. Lawrence continues to pound away at Jones' body, the older blondes legs slowly buckling as the youngster beats her toward the canvas. Jones' clutching and grabbing whatever she can struggling to remain upright, pulling down Jen's top as she slides down to her knees, pulling the bra down around Lawrence's hips.

One final downward chopping right sends Jones toppling over onto her right side and as Lawrence steps back, her bra is caught on Jones' glove and stretches until it snaps...Jennifer almost falling over backward as the tension on her bra is relieved. She stumbles back, her bare bosom bouncing and jiggling...the referee so distracted he forgets to count for a few seconds, then remembers why he's there and turns back to Jones who is sitting on her right hip and right elbow, looking up at Jennifer Lawrence's unfettered bosom.

Lawrence modestly covers her chest with her gloves, then says, "Oh, the hell with it!" and lowers her arms as she saunters to a neutral corner, then turns to look back at Jones who is struggling to one knee as the count reaches "SEVEN".
Jones just manages to beat the count thanks to a quick arm-wrap around the top rope as she is about to lose her balance. The referee's distraction gave her a badly needed couple of extra seconds and now as he checks her gloves and gazes into her eyes, Jones gains a few more valuable, and necessary, seconds of recovery. By the time the referee waves Lawrence over, and she walks across the ring, Jones looks to be almost normal once again.

Jennifer whips a roundhouse left at Jones, who ducks down and to the right to let it whistle harmlessly over her head....down and to the right...right into the path of a diamond cutter right hand from Lawrence. The punch lands on the side of Jones' jaw and subsequent photos show the grotesque distortion of her pretty face at the moment if impact! She reels back into the ropes, her arms hanging limp outside the top ropes as she sits on the middle strand. The referee dispenses with the count, rushes to the struggling to stay upright blonde and waves off the remainder of the round, removes January's mouthpiece and checks on her condition as Jones' knees unhinge and she drops like a puppet whose strings had been cut; the referee struggling to hold her up.

After: While the referee is raising Jennifer’s arm, the medical staff is carefully loading January on a backboard for transport to a medical facility where - after being held overnight for observation - she's pronounced "OK" and released the next morning.

Lawrence says, "I can't believe I didn't knock her out in the second round; I hit her with my best 'Sunday punch' and she got up. That was disappointing. I guess that seventh round knockout more than made up for it, however. That's the hardest I've ever hit ANYTHING...even a punching bag!"

"Jen's youth proved to be just too much for January who fought like 'Ms December' that last round," observed one self-described 'expert' analyst.