The first 12-20 of me would just run around and have him chase me, clinch, and pray until each version of me got almost literally killed by a punch.
The next 12-20 of me would go all in on trying to land something to his body...might take 50 of me actually...but he's still wrecking me, all the me's
I think around the 50 mark, +/- 50 (mostly +), I may have him winded, but I still don't know that I could hurt his chin, or take him down, or do anything on the ground to hurt him.
Around me version 150, he is gassed, possibly he has two broken hands, from cracking my face over and over...he dispatches the next 75 of me with viscous head kicks.
FINALLY, in the 200's he has now broken his feet, is starved for oxygen (probably water too), and I can knock him over, and grab onto his broken foot and twist...I repeat this 45 times as he still hammer fists me out cold, or elbows me till my brain flows out...
Me in the 300's, finally is facing a man with broken elbows, who cannot walk, or move his arms, he calls me a FOOKIN FOOL, but I finally got him, he passed out due to low blood sugar, and I land one clean shot before the ref and jump in...I break my wrist..but I won.
Im 39, 5'11', a strong 180ish, lift 3-4 times a week, I'd look the part in the ring, and still would have no chance for hours.