MBC - Amy vs Silver - Round 7

Amy sat in her corner, eagerly awaiting the next bell. She wouldn't outright say it, but she was hoping that Silver was taking the match seriously now. And she was also hoping he wouldn't keep being stubborn and just stay down. It was a mishmash of emotions. She wanted to keep fighting him now that he was at his best, but she also wanted the match to end because of the charade it became.
And she knew it was partially her fault as well. She entertained his ideas to teach him a lesson, but in time, this became a superficial idea to her as well. Maybe she was wrong about those types of goals not having a place in the ring, but the longer this went on, the longer she made a mockery of herself.
Before she could think about it more however, the bell rang, halting any more thoughts on the matter.
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The round had reached its halfway point, and both fighters were giving each other a run for their money. Every blow was met with a block, a dodge, or a counter, which was pretty obvious considering what they were doing. If it weren't for the fact that Silver was showing signs of faltering, things might seem more even between the two.
The next exchange began with a right jab from Amy flying towards Silver's head. He huffed and swung back, countering with two left hooks, one aimed at Amy's head and another aimed at her chest. Both missed on account of her dodging them as well, and a right straight to try and catch her torso was also dodged.
Amy retorted with a right jab to his chest, and it met its mark with a somewhat small but firm thud. He exhaled, and his body shook a bit before he took a step back. But he didn't stop to try and recover. He kept on going.
Silver threw a left straight towards Amy's chest once more, and once again, it was only met with air. Amy replied with a right hook to his stomach, which Silver blocked. However, the force of the blow was intense. Whatever she fired at him, though, he was going to match. He fired off a right hook for her bosom, but that too was dodged.
Amy rose then fired off a combination, one left straight, followed up with a jab from the same hand, Silver dodged both of them, and slowly began to pick up his pace...until a left jab slammed into his stomach, and he gagged. Early in the match, this wouldn't have had as much of an effect, but here, it hurt as much as an uppercut.
The end was slowly approaching.