He's Already Recovering. Give Space.

You decide that the window of opportunity has too nearly closed, so you let him get his bearings and get back up. Ward wipes his forearm across his face, focusing up, and resuming his onslaught. His only goal is to get you into a **** grapple that you will surely lose.

You continue to duck, dodge, and evade him. He swings, and you slide away, slippery as an eel. The big guy is starting to tire himself out. You continue to give him space and be patient until the moment finally comes.

He swings a little too wide, and that puts him off-balance. Leaping forward with gazelle-grace, you deliver a powerful uppercut into his jaw, and he staggers backwards. Just as he is preparing to descend upon you, however, you manage to pull down his jock.

The garment bunches up around his ankles, and he falls forward trying to grab you, inadvertently kicking the garment off of his feet in the process. The bell rings.

"Ward has been stripped naked! The match is over!"

After the camera flash, you beam, and head to the locker room. You could've gone a more sadistic route with him, but why bother when you can rely upon skill, instead? Ward enters the locker room a few minutes behind you.