Dereck Chisora vs Jack Johnson

Each has his own opinion ,otherwise there would be no point to a forum.

 

No one is saying Chisora is a world beater but isn't Chisora more formidable than say a journeyman Ross, who hurt Johnson with the only serious punch he connected, a 160 pound, + or - 5 pound Jack O'Brien who has sources bettering Johnson, the 5'9 Ketchel who floored Johnson, or Flynn, who people at ringside felt had Johnson tiring?

These men were title defenses! Many top level champions at heavy would make short work of them, mostly in brutal fashion.

The answer to me is yes. Far from a forgone conclusion as to who wins here.

 

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I'd say Ross was a bit better than this Jim Jeffries challenger.

• Finnegan, referred to by one newspaper as "The Human Punching Bag," was one of Jeffries' sparring partners at the time.

• The San Francisco Call reported the following on April 7, 1900:

Champion James J. Jeffries knocked out John Finnegan of Pittsburg to-night before the Cadillac Athletic Club in fifty-five seconds. Finnegan landed the first blow as they came to the center of the ring, and Jeffries then put his left on the Pittsburgh man's jaw, and he went to the floor. Finnegan came up in a few seconds only to be sent to the floor again with a blow in the same place. He stayed down longer this time, and when he again arose he was in visible distress. He had hardly assumed a fighting position before the champion put his left in the pit of his stomach, and Finnegan went down completely out. Referee Siler counted the seconds off, and when he stepped back it was seen that Finnegan was crying. He staggered to his feet and reeled against the ropes, and his seconds rushed into the ring and carried him to his corner. It was several minutes before he recovered sufficiently to leave the ring. Jeffries said he weighed 220, but he looked thirty pounds heavier. Finnegan weighed but 180 and looked like a boy beside the champion.

Probably this one too.

Like the veriest amateur in the prize ring, Jack Munroe of Butte, Mont., went down and out before Champion James J. Jeffries tonight in the second round. The man from the mining district made such an extremely sorry showing that the great throng in Mechanics pavilion roundly hooted him as he protested to Referee Graney against the decision that had been given in favor of the champion. The two giants had not been in the ring two minutes when it was foreseen that the aspirations of Munroe would be quickly disposed of.
The miner was scared and awkward and Jeffries in the first round had him twice on the canvas taking the count.
Jeffries directed his bombardment against the stomach of his opponent and each shot was followed by a blow on the jaw that sent Munroe to his knees. Jeffries went back to his corner after the opening round with a sneer and a laugh on his swarthy face, while Munroe's seconds busied themselves with smelling salts and restoratives.
When the two came together for the second round the laugh on the champion's visage changed to a look of determination that boded ill for the miner. Forty-five seconds after the gong sounded Munroe was lying on the floor, a bloody, bruised mass of humanity, with Jeffries standing over him, ready if necessary to put the quietus on the championship ambitions of his adversary.
The miner was too dazed to rise to his feet and the time keepers counted him out, but the husky man from Southern California did not understand that the victory was already his, nor could Munroe realize that his pugilistic star had so early set, and the two men in a moment or two were facing one another and Jeffries landed a terrific blow on the jaw of his staggering opponent.
It was at this time that Graney came forward and ordered Jeffries away, telling him that the fight was ended in his favor. Munroe tottered to his corner with blood streaming from his face and fell into his chair dazed and helpless. His seconds immediately began working on him to freshen him, and when he came to a realization that the fight had gone against him he arose and, going over to Referee Graney, began to make a protest.
The huge crowd understood from his protesting gesticulations the purport of his talk to Graney and a mighty volume of hooting, jeering and hissing gave evidence of the sentiment of the spectators, many of whom had placed bets on the miner that he would stay at least double the number of rounds before the champion.

 

We are talking Johnson at his best, not on an off night, not an old Johnson, not the Johnson who was told to go easy on white opponents. Prime Johnson was a monster who was groomed from his times to be the toughest of the tough and the best of the best. The best Chisora did not have the skill in his entire body that Johnson had in one fist. A one sided thrashing.

 

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nutjob thread. chisora would be unranked.

 

And who is this mythical prime Johnson? When did he occur and how many times? And against whom did he earn this fearsome reputation?

 

What would be prime Chisora's best win?

 

theres a Disney song in there somewhere.

 

i dunno, i aint googling that shyte.

Actually, I admit it was not a bad film to take a kid too. nice 3d.