The only thing I thought about in the days following the Watson fight was getting my hands on Lawrence finally. I trained like crazy in the three weeks following the match, working on my cardio mostly. I had leaned down and while I didn't have washboard abs, I was getting there. I had a custom shirt made for the match, a black shirt with
"I WANT THE WIN" in white lettering and
"NOW OR NEVER" on the back. I wore it as I waited for Lawrence to arrive at the hotel room and my brunette tormentor walked in and walked straight to the bathroom. No words were exchanged, as I had my back to her as she entered. When Lawrence came out of the bathroom.....
"Not exactly proper fight gear, Miss Lawrence," I said in a tisk tisk tone
"Don't care. I know that stupid boss of yours sent me a recommendation of what I should wear. No way in hell am I wearing a one-piece swimsuit, especially one from the 90's," Lawrence snapped back at me.
The time for talk was over as we both got into a grappling stances as we both tried to reach out, but our hands were quickly slapped away. Finally, Lawrence got out of her stance and offered her hand out for a friendly shake.
"May the best woman win." Lawrence said with a sly smile on her face.
"Damn right," I said quickly responding.
It was a friendly shake under Lawrence got a hold of my head in a Thai clinch and delivered a brutal knee, square in the gut. I momentarily fell to one knee, but Lawrence was already pulling me up, using my shirt this time. Lawrence launched another knee and out came a chorus of grunts and the release of air. A third knee was actually blocked, followed by another blocked knee, but the next one connected. Lawrence let go of me as I crumpled to the ground and went into a fetal position. She was also in possession of the Jobber's shirt, as she held it up like a trophy and quickly tossed it halfway across the room. Lawrence cockily placed her foot on the my hip, her fingers tapping the top of her knee.
"This has been really lame. You go down after a few knees to the bread basket?" Lawrence said with a slight hint of sarcasm.
"You try taking a few shots in the stomach." I responded responded between coughs and trying to regain mybreath.
"Alright tough guy, give me your best shot." Lawrence responded with an astute amount of confidence,
I had a look that could be described as part "Are you serious" and part "I'm gonna punch a hole in your gut ala Kung Pow: Enter the First". It was a trepidatious rise as Miss Lawrence stood before me, hands behind her head.
"Three shots and if you can put me down, I'll give you three grand." Lawrence said.
"Deal." I responded.
I reared back and threw everything he had into a shot into the toned stomach of Miss Lawrence. I heard a grunt through gritted teeth, he was surprised. Hell, Tori taught me how to throw a wicked stomach punch, but this did nothing. I backed up and saw Lawrence nodding at him, which just pissed me off. I threw an uppercut, putting everything I had into it and it still didn't get the job done.
"You punch like a three year old." Lawrence said through somewhat labored breathing.
The labored breathing told me that I was onto something, the shots while no-sold by Lawrence had done some damage. I ran through every conceivable blow in his head, and I settled on the one shot. I reared back, faked a punch and instead a shin-lead kick to the gut of Lawrence. Lawrence let out a huge gasp of air as she was draped over my leg, gasping for air. I slid my leg out as Lawrence crumpled to the ground, flat on her back.
"You owe me three grand" I said while looking over Lawrence.
Lawrence's stomach was moving up and down at a fast pace and it was a tempting target. While I considered driving a few more blows into her stomach to prove a point, I decided on a different tactic. I reached down to Lawrence and actually put his hand out, to help her up.
I am not a smart woman, however Miss Lawrence is a smart woman.
Lawrence executed a psuedo-drop-toe-hold as I hit my head on the carpeted (More of a thin layer of carpet with cement probably) floor. Lawrence already her next move ready to go as she place her legs between my throat and clamped down a side head scissor. The legs of The Jobber flailed wildly as I slowly manipulated my left hand between her crossed ankles to relieve pressure. Finally, after much manipulation, I got my head free and right as Lawrence was ready to get up, got my arms around her gut and dragged her to the ground. I decided to keep Lawrence in that position and even obtain back side control, but lost that when he tried to mount Lawrence and she slid out. We ended up back on our feet, Lawrence bouncing back and forth. One thought raced through my head that was: Don't get distracted.
"Hey, you're not super awful at this." Lawrence said in a surprised way.
I refused to respond as he moved in against Lawrence, trying to take her back to the ground. That didn't fair so well as Lawrence managed to snag a guillotine choke.I was impressed by the move and even more impressed when Lawrence wrapped her legs my waist. The Jobber began to panic, looking for a way out and almost considered slamming her on the hard floor. That would be overkill, but he saw no other option in sight. Walking her to the couch would be damn near impossible.
"This is most definitely, going to hurt." I said.
So, I got my arms around the waist of Lawrence, lifted up and proceeded to drive her, back first into the floor. The hold had been let go, but the both fighters took some damage. I heard the sound of the wind being driven out of Lawrence, coupled with the thud of Lawrence's back hitting the carpeted floor. I had lasted a good period of time in the choke and was wheezing, plus my head hit the floor, temporarily knocking me senseless. I could see Lawrence's back arching up and even her hands going to that area, on instinct almost.
"Goddamnit, that hurt." Lawrence said in between sounds of pain.
"I warned you." I said.
I darted towards her wildly and she ducked underneath me and got the bad arm in a hammerlock. Lawrence was essentially dragging me to the ground, cranking back on the hold when she wanted to. It was humiliation at best and she was loving every moment. It was in a seated position, swatting with my good arm. Hoping and just hoping that it would distract her enough to loosen the hold. I got my hand near her hair and instinct kicked in. I grabbed and pulled causing a nice "YELP" from Lawrence. She let go of the hold and I was quickly back to my feet.
"Dick move, I know but you did break into my apartment and pet my cat." I said.
The hair pulling must have pissed her off because she pretty much tackled me to the ground and I actually locked a body scissors in. I was working on my leg strength just to have a trick to be used. I think it was working considering she was scrambling and trying to find a way out. Finally, taking a page out of my book she started to twist my ankle in an attempt to loosen the hold. She pretty much was working a full on Ankle Lock, and the pain eventually caused me to loosen the hold enough for her to break free. She went straight into the grapevine and it wasn't like the first one...it was a tight one.
"Boy, this seems very familiar, doesn't it? You know what else be familiar? The ending and once again, I'm going for the karate chops." She said
She was really stretching my legs out and gosh-darnit it was painful. She was also placing her chest near my face, more taunting and mind games. With my hands tied down by hers, this was not a very good situation. I was beginning to squirm around, trying to force my way out when she let go of one hand and went for an armlock. Luckily that freed one arm and I used to do a chinpush which is pretty much using one's hand to push the opponents chin up. It's an annoying little move, more of a pain hold than anything. Do it long enough and it'll annoy her. Add the twisting and squirming on my end and I found myself free.
Still, Lawrence was savvy enough to move to a mounted position, looking like she was working for something. I was honestly thinking smother but she had my bad arm and it looked like she was going for an armbar from the mount. She actually had it in, but I had my hand clasped together as she was trying to fall backwards. I was actually using her position to pin her down and get back to my feet. It took some work but I was standing up and got my arm out. I think she was surprised and I busted out the Mutombo finger wag. At this point, I was surprised with how the match was going. It was more of trying to find a way out of holds more than anything else. Most of all, she was actually trying to bait me into going to the ground. She was just laying there, doing the bring it taunt. She was propped up by her elbows, legs spread open.
"C'mon, you afraid?" She asked.
I approached albeit in a slow matter as I neared her, I had an idea. I quickly grabbed her legs and decided it was time for the Sharpshooter. Yet, she was ready as she grabbed my right leg and kicked out my left leg. Losing balance, I fell right into a figure-four headscissors. This was not good at all since it was in tight and I felt weakened as the hold stayed on. I was slowly maneuvering onto my knees and Lawrence trapped my hands. Using all my strength (Dont't laugh), I lifted Lawrence's up from the ground but not very high and promptly powered her back down. I heard a thud and I was out of the hold, but dammit she was already back on the attack.
She had a hold of the bad arm and forced me onto my stomach. She then cranked my up and then drove her knee into my bad arm repeatedly. It was actually scream inducing as she did it repeatedly and I worried that it may be broken. She seemingly stopped and I was on all fours as she let go. What could she be doing I was wondering and why she was heading for the couch. She stood there and jumped off and got some decent height. Both of her feet were together and then mind thought of how bad this was going to be.
A Kevin Sullivan style double stomp to the back. Well suit, that is new. When they finally came down, it caused immense pain and if this was a Capcom game, that voice would-be screaming "KO!" as various colors flashed on-screen. I was flat on my stomach, pain sensors going crazy as Lawrence stood near my feet.
"So, you out?" She asked.
Various murmurs.
"Good, TIME TO GO TO SCHOOL!" She said loudly.
I am so going to chop her in the tit for that one. I was essentially helpless as she easily applied the hold. It was painful as she pushed up and down and worst of all, I had to watch her. It was equal parts smile and laughter and I realized that I needed to rally fast. I began to do my damndest to try and turn over to my stomach. I felt like Sting at Bash 1990 and all that was missing was Ross and Caudle calling the action. I finally turned onto my stomach, reversing the pain onto her end. I finally got loose and got her into the Sharpshooter/Scorpion Deathlock. I had it in the middle of the room and I was cranking back as hard as I could. Yet, she was crawling to the couch and using it to climb up. As she did, I began to lose my balance and I finally had to let go.
She was not getting away that easy. I let go and quickly wrapped her arms around her stomach. I squeezed and dragged her to the ground, trapping her legs as she began to moan and pout. I was squeezing as hard as I could and I felt that victory was close. Yet, she got her hands underneath mine and began to break the grip. I let go and automatically clasped in the chicken wing, as I felt like God. Or Bob Backlund at the very least. It was a legit shoot hold as she was actually screaming in pain. She was actually getting me onto my back and she made her counter move.
Five sharp elbows to my ribs at first and when I wasn't letting go, more came. I finally let go, coughing because they fucking hurt. I felt something grab my hair and I looked up and saw her. She pulled me to my knees as I was holding my ribs. She had her hand in formation of a chop.
"Unlike last time, I want you to see me putting you down." She said
Her hand came down and it was time for an last act of defiance. Her hand came down and I blocked it with my hand. She seemed shock as I rose to my knees. I kept my grip as I got closer and was finally chest to chest. I got behind her and forced her arm around her throat and grabbed her other and did the same thing. Yep, I was doing to her what Perry did to me. I remembered to that she targeted my back as I moved to side and placed one knee on the ground and put the other knee out. I quickly dragged her down and she hit my knee hard. I felt her back crack a few times as I could sense victory. I still had the strangle hold in as her legs were kicking in the air. Lawrence shockingly bridged her way out of the hold and cold cocked me with a right hand to the jaw, sending me to the floor. Her elbow came crashing down into my stomach and she grinded it in. I immediately groaned as Lawrence kept pushing the elbow down. Eventually, she let up and rolled me onto stomach as I made an attempt to get back up. Lawrence made damn sure that it wouldn't happen with a swift stomp to the back. Lawrence took a seat on my back, grabbed my hair or what had grown and held my head up.
"Now, I'm trying to remember what submission move did the most damage to that back of yours? The full nelson camel clutch or the standing surfboard?" Lawrence asked.
"Full nelson camel clutch," I responded in a haze.
"I appreciate the honesty," Lawrence said with sincerity.
Did I tell you that I hate this hold? Lawrence hooked my arms and just like in that fabled first bout and began to wrench back as my grunts and groans increased. She then brought it down, giving me that false glimmer of hope that she might let go. She then wrenched back very fast and my screamed sounded like I was on helium. She did this a few more times and then one last extreme pull up as my back cracked a variety of times. The last one made me scream for about fifteen seconds and Lawrence seemed satisfied enough to let me go. She still stood over me and put her foot in the middle of my back.
"Alright, I'm pretty good on the full nelson clutch. Now, the standing surfboard," Lawrence said like a school teacher taking pleasure in torturing a student.
I decided to resist giving my arms up, even though I had realized that I was her dummy, I'd at least make her work for it. Usually, you'd give your opponent a stiff slap to the kidneys, but this wasn't any ordinary opponent. Lawrence put the heel of her foot against the back and twisted, so I willingly gave up my arms. I've been a human marionette before, thanks Molly. To make a long story short, the hold hurt like heel, more so than before thanks to the yoga. I felt her foot leave my back and my body was back on the floor. I could my legs being twisted and held in place by one of her legs. A stiff slap to my left kidney made sure than my piss might not be normal looking tonight as I gave my arms up right away. She pulled them up and rocked my body back and forth a few times and I felt her foot on the back of my head. I know what's happening next, a curb stomp.
Yep.
Her foot drove my head into the carpet and I teetering on being unconsious and hopefully this would the last of my little sparring session with her.
*Slap*
*Slap*
*Hard as fuck slap.*
I'm looking at Jennifer Lawrence's crotch, how bout that?
Wait, I'm in a figure four head scissors, this isn't good and she has my arm hooked, so it's a triangle armbar figure four head scissors I guess. Either way, I'm screwed As my head felt like a grape slowly being squeezed a she blabbed on about her leg strength. Lawrence was also applying an armbar to the bad arm, adding to the pain. Luckily, she ended the hold and helped me up and then got her hands around my waist. Yeah, she can't hu-, holy crap this actually hurts. In my video wrestling days, some of the stronger girls could squeeze me dry, and this was pretty close. It hurt like hell, I was elevated off my feet and while I had a good view of hers boys and boy they were amazing, pain was taking precedent over pleasure. I stumbled like a drunken sailor on leave and walked right into a vicious backhand slap from Lawrence as I stumbled onto the couch and sat down, hoping for a moments relaxation.
"Are you seriously sitting down on the job?" Lawrence asked sarcastically
She dragged me off my comforting couch and locked me into a front facelock, and she even said this was an attempt to stall on her end. The grand finale was arriving soon, so I'll be out before Santa drops off my gifts. She let go of the hold as I faced her, too tired to put up a fight. I stood there wavering, like a Mortal Kombat character as Lawrence measured me up like a demented kicboxer. She screamed and threw a precious kick to the head, the foot connecting with the back of my head. I went down in a heap, I caught the couch and that was keeping me up. Why you may ask?
Darkness my old friend.
"Oh you know what is coming, don't you?" Lawrence asked with confidence.
Yep.
She helped me up to my feet, got behind me and tilted my head one way. The chop came fast and hard to the side and then one in the same way but not a brutal as the last one. I still wasn't out, on both knees as I wondered what was this grand finale she had talked up. Lawrence still had my hair grasped as she dragged me to my feet. Lawrence made a mistake as she walked away from me and left me in a daze as I tried to gain my bearings. It was obvious she was looking to extend the beating. I was on all fours when I saw her saunter over to me with a look that screamed "finishing time".
After I regained my senses, I rose and grabbed both of Lawrence's legs for a quick double and proceeded to turn her over for The Boston Crab. Still in pain, Lawrence didn't put up much resistance as I turned her over with damn near ease. Lawrence in real pain now as I lowered directly onto the back of Lawrence, who was now screaming at me. I felt confident at this point with Lawrence's back bent at an unusual angle. At this point, I rose from off the back of Lawrence, standing and then sitting again, to varying degrees of screaming from Lawrence. Lawrence almost seemed ready to tap, but managed get her hand around my ankle, pulling it inwards. Eventually, I lost control of the hold and fell to the floor, giving Lawrence to get back on offense. Lawrence quickly gained the mount and placed her forearm on my throat, but I was quick to get the forearm off him. Lawrence quickly moved and got her leg underneath my head as I knew what was coming next. A mounted figure four head scissors, tough for even the best session wrestlers to pull off. I quickly panicked as Lawrence contentiously leaned backwards, ratcheting the pressure. My head began to feel like it had been put into a vice grip as he tried to find an out. I even thought of grabbing at the bikini top of Lawrence, maybe undoing it to get her off me. I then remembered that Tori had tasked me to take this job because of my professionalism, but this was no time for that crap. I reached, but Lawrence was quick and caught on and delivered three rapid fast gut shots, and then leaned back even more, putting more pressure on my head, but it did give me an idea. I tried again, and took two more shots for the team, and right as Lawrence leaned back, I grabbed a handful of Lawrence's hair and pulled her off me. I was wheezing hard as a pissed off Lawrence placed me on all fours and drove two vicious knees into him. Each one had a precise spot, right near the ribs. Flattened out, Lawrence stood above e me and right as he tried to rise, stomped me. Lawrence did this about three more times.
"First you try to undo my top and then drag me around like some freaking caveman?" Lawrence said with fury.
I gave no response as I slowly rose, winded from the offensive outburst from Lawrence. I could even see that Lawrence was a bit winded, we'd been fighting for nearly an hour!we were sweating, the once perfect hair of Lawrence was wet and messy. It didn't help that the room felt like it was eighty five degrees as the both agreed to stop and turn on the air conditioning to cool down. They began to grapple, battling for position, moving around the fight area like two monsters from the Toho films. Finally, Lawrence secured a basic headlock and seemed content to keep it locked in for a finite amount of time, an attempt to rest up. The hold wasn't hurting me too much, and Lawrence seemed to content to keep the hold on. It almost seemed like a slow dance until Lawrence decided to spruce things up by trying to take me down. I blocked it and with all my might, escaped and sent Lawrence careening into the couch. I thought she would be content to let me come after her, but she charged back into the fight area and locked me in another bearhug. I beat her to the punch and locked her in a bearhug of my own, the two of us squeezing hard. I had been on the receiving end of some brutal ones (Plus one tonight) and this was up there as I felt my back crack numerous times. The one I had locked up on Lawrence was also doing the damage and finally my bearhug won out in the end. Lawrence let go but managed to hit an ear clap before disengaging, I let go since I was temporarily disoriented. Seeing as this was a chance to inflict damage Lawrence hit a perfect sidekick to my gut that sent me against the wall. Lawrence was in pursuit as she pinned me against the wall, holding my arms above my head and drove a knee straight into the crotch, another low blow from one of Hollywood's elite.
I automatically tended my tender area which made turned my stomach into prime real estate for nine or ten quick blows from Lawrence. Each one, pounding the life out of me, I knew that I needed to pull the rabbit out of the hat. I was hurt, beginning to slump a bit when Lawrence backed up and taunted him with an Ali Shuffle. Right as she went for a potential knockout shot, I moved out of the way. It was more of a stumble out of the way, but now I was on the run. Finally, I was cornered (Literally, he was against a corner) by Lawrence, and that grin was back. Right as Lawrence went in for the kill, but I was able to grab her and toss her into the corner. Like a boxer, I went to work with sledgehammer shots to the gut and side of Lawrence, who was doing her damnedest to block everything. Shots were connecting at a rapid pace as air was leaving Lawrence's body at a rapid pace. OOFs and UGHs filled the room. Finally, I ended it with a brutal knee to the gut that bent Lawrence over and put her down to one knee. Lawrence's stomach was now redder than mine as I had to begrudgingly admit that I was surprised that Lawrence refused to tap. Grabbing her hair, I helped Lawrence up, to only met by a forearm to the stomach. Lawrence scampered into the fight area, both the bout had taken it's toll on the both of them as I followed.
We circled around each-other again, as she tried to shoot in, but it was a slow takedown. I avoided it, but tried a move not many people thought about using. The Cross Face Chicken Wing is a legitimate shoot hold and Tori once me cry when she put me in it. With it locked in, Lawrence began to scream out in pain, in the middle of the room. I was was smart to not put an insane amount of pressure, but Lawrence was fighting the hold, trying to escape.
"Miss Lawrence, this isn't a television wrestling hold, this is an authentic amateur wrestling hold. If you tap now, I wouldn't hold it against you, because this could hurt you badly." I said.
Lawrence threw a wild elbow that I barely ducked, so I dragged her to the ground and trapped her legs. On her side, I could see how much pain she was in, but she was still fighting the hold. I was willing to keep her in the hold and rip her shoulder of the socket if I didn't get a submission. She was trapped and I could keep her in the move all night if I needed to Finally, her hand tapped against the carpet three times as I let go of the hold right away. I knew how painful the hold is and didn't want to inflict any more punishment with. I got onto my knees as Lawrence rolled over onto her stomach, we were both exhausted and covered in sweat after this hellacious battle.
"Helluva fight, Jennifer." I said in-between labored breathes as I slapped Lawrence on the back.
I put my hand out and reassured her that I lacked ulterior motives as she took my hand. We engaged in a brief but intense staredown before shaking hands, albeit tensely.
"I want a damn rematch." Lawrence said.
"Oh, you'll get one." I responded.
I got changed into his regular gear as Miss Lawrence changed back into her incognito gear. True to her word, Lawrence whipped out her checkbook and wrote out a check for three thousand dollars and handed it to me with a smile on her face. Before she left, I just had one more question to ask.
"If you had knocked me out, were you going to take a victory pose selfie?" I asked.
"Absolutely and when we meet again, there will be a selfie," Lawrence said as she left.
