As he tried to clear his head a golden lasso wrapped around his body. This fight was over.
Uhm, I mean, obviously the "real" Flash sees the lasso coming, dodges, stops, thinks about it, runs over to Cambridge, Massachusetts, builds a house (obviously you need a place to live while pursuing a graduate degree in Advanced Difficult Studies); does same while building a new PC and figuring out how to program his VCR (it's an old story); learns how to dress, dance, cook, speak Latvian; gets really into ham radio; reads the Canon of Great Western Literature; develops an appreciation for fine cigars, Scotch, cheeses made from unpasteurised milk, sweetbreads, coffee, beer, Old World charcuterie and Szechuan style fermented vegetables; digs a garden that Cambridge can be proud of; publishes his dissertation as Kantian Phenomenological Interpretations of Critical Responses to Happy Days on Rotten Tomatoes Now With Bayesian Statistical Analysis; gets woke; returns to the fight; and before a full microsecond has elapsed, cleans Wonder Woman's clock..
Because Flash's power stunts are in the same category as Superman pushing planets around. They've happened in comics, but they're silly, so we don't put them in "serious" stories. I'm sorry that that disappoints Flash fans, but what are you going to do?