Yes

You reach out with your glove and touch his. The moment the material of your glove touches his, a jab snaps out and smacks your cheek. You snarl, it's not a blow meant to hurt, but to disrespect. The both of you step back and circle for a moment, feeling the distance and assessing the situation. He has longer arms than you, but you have more power in your punches. He's fast, but you're explosive.

Lewis keeps his right hand low and angled at the hip, while his left waits in the back, ready to lash out. You adopt a peek a boo stance and begin head motions while getting low. Lewis leans forward and whips out two snake like jabs. The first goes wide when you swivel your head to the left. The second grazes your cheek and leaves Lewis' right flank open for pummeling. You plant your feet wide and burst with your hips to throw out two consecutive hooks to the body with your right hand. Lewis eats the first punch, but manages to fend the second with his shoulder and elbow. You press the attack with a flurry of hooks to the body, Lewis back steps hard, trying to create as much distance as possible. You swing your head in a figure eight while maintaining pressure, Lewis responds by unleashing his left hand.

You're in too deep and exposed to the attack, if Lewis guesses your head placement right, you'll be knocked flat. The punch comes from an upward angle, almost as if he's smashing downwards at you. You throw your guard up at the last moment, but Lewis' aim is true, and his fist crashes and breaks your guard. You're staggered, your vision goes hazy for a split second, and in that time Lewis rushes out with a combination of jabs to your face then three left hooks to your body. You retaliate with a ferocious upper cut, but Lewis by some act of god manages to weave out of the way and hurl another set of stinging right jabs at you. This time you're on the back foot, trying to recover some of your wits. "Guard up Axel!" Morgan's voice. Lewis smells the blood and closes in. Step, jab, step, jab, step, jab. Lewis builds up his rhythm on your guard but you maintain your calm. You can feel the pattern beating on your skin, the tell before Lewis rips out with that left hand. It's there, you just have to wait for it, so you stay patient, weaving between jab after jab. There! You spot the tell and anticipate the left straight. You duck underneath it and are in perfect position for a hellacious uppercut to the chin. Or you could opt for multiple blows to the liver.