Take the Hit and Try to Trade Blow for Blow

Figuring that with his speed, he probably doesn't have the strength to knock you out in a single punch, you lean in to take the hit and try to trade for one of your own.

It doesn't work out well. Noah doesn't just have speed in his favor, but strength and savagery as well. His blow catches you in the stomach and you double over, feeling the breath knocked out of you as your own punch glances limply off of Noah's flank. The street fighter grins and grabs you by your red hair, jerking backwards and forcing you to stand up, despite the pain in your abdomen.

If you had a meaner streak to you, you could exploit the opportunity by kneeing him between the legs, but that's not how you've developed as a fighter. You've made many friends along the way, but none of them can get you out of this predicament. Continuing to hold you by your hair with one hand, Noah raises his fist with the other.

"Smile for the camera, Walker. Your ass is mine."

Noah punches you in the face, and the lights go out. You crumple to the floor, beaten and broken.