MBC - Amy Rose vs Sally Acorn - Round 4

ROUND 4

Sally tried walking straight back to her corner, but it was clear that the final blow in the last round had rattled her. She stumbled to the corner, and almost collapsed...the only thing that could hold her up being the ropes she had wrapped her arms around. Amy had turned it around again, and unless Sally did something, it was going to stay that way. She wanted to redeem herself more than anything...but it looked like Amy wanted to prove herself just as much. If she couldn't turn things around, this could be her last round. Whatever Sally tried planning, Amy was pushing her way through it all. She just needed to think for a moment...

Then, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the fourth round. Sally stood up and tried to shake off whatever feeling of dizziness had remained. She was lucky it subsided within this brief period, but that wasn't going to happen again if Amy kept getting clean hits off of her.

Sally and Amy met at the center of the ring, each holding their gloves closely to one another. There was no talking this time, which illustrated just how serious both of them were taking it.

Sally led in with a left jab towards Amy's head, which was blocked without effort by the pink hedgehog. The princess huffed, following up with a right hook towards her chin which also met with Amy's guard. Amy fired back with a right straight towards Sally's stomach, which Sally also managed to block, but it had quite the impact on her guard. She retaliated with a left straight towards Amy's chest, but she was sure to dodge it, swinging her upper body back. A right jab then found its way towards Sally's torso, but she blocked it with minimal effort. There wasn't any strain this time, but Sally would be lying if she said she was now getting a bit desperate. She needed to pick up the pace if she wanted to take over the fight once more...but so far, it had been a slow back and forth.

Things picked up once Amy fired off a left upper towards Sally's midsection. Sally stepped to the side to dodge, pivoting on her left foot, and the momentum carried her into shooting a left uppercut towards Amy's stomach. Amy dodged once more, but Sally pressed onward, throwing another left upper to Amy's chin. Amy dodged once more, and she was beginning to notice just how desperate Sally was getting. The same move twice, just like before...but it wasn't meant to be strategic. Sally was looking for any way to turn the tides in her favor, even if it was risky. Sally followed up with a left straight once more to Amy's torso, which was blocked with ease. Granted, the impact was rough, but Amy could take it. Amy fired back with a right hook to Sally's stomach, which completely missed its target, glancing Sally's arm instead. It was the perfect opportunity to parry, and Sally knew this. But by the time she had realized the moment had passed, air  being forced from her lungs with a left jab digging into her stomach. This led into a right straight that hit Sally's bosom this time, and she let out a small yet pained yelp. Sally was now determined to catch her. She threw a right upper towards Amy's chest, but before it could connect, her body seized up. Her cheeks puffed up, and her face turned blue before she doubled over and collapsed onto her knees, coughing. Amy had caught her with a left straight into her stomach, and pain that had subsided from previous attacks on her gut came flowing right back into her midsection.

"1..."

Sally tried picking herself up, but the pain felt like it would triple whenever her arms went from covering her gut to trying to provide support.

"2..."

Sally gritted her teeth and finally planted her fists on the canvas, forcing herself to her feet. She was barely up, but her feet were now digging into the floor. Just a bit more and--

"3..."

Her knees wobbled, and they buckled underneath her. Even if she was willing, her body was not. But would not be dissuaded. Through wobbling knees and all, she forced herself back up to her previous position.

"4..."

Sally was now on all fours, and all she needed was to lift her upper body to stop the count. 'Just do this for me,' she pleaded with her own body. 'We can come back from this. Just let me get up.'

"5..."

Sally finally made it to her feet, and even though her legs wobbled here and there, she was standing.

The fight continued, and Sally felt a newfound sense of confidence...even if she was battered in her belly, coming back from that felt like it had made her stronger. Of course, that thought was halted with Amy fired off yet another left straight which once again dug into her gut. She gagged, and a strand of drool hung from the side of her mouth as she tried focusing everything into not collapsing again. Her eyes wide, her mind dazed, she almost didn't see the left jab from Amy coming. She lifted her gloves in time just barely and blocked the punch...before her arms finally caved in. They felt like they were filled with sand, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to keep them up. Another jab hit Sally squarely in her cheek, and despite being a weaker punch, it sent her head back all the same. Once her head came back, not even all the foresight in the world could have saved her. A right uppercut slammed into Sally's left breast, and then slipped through, colliding into her chin. Her head snapped back, her eyes now forced to look up at the sky, before they soon closed for good as she collapsed onto her back.

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"5..."

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"10!"

The count reached its conclusion, and with it, so did the match. The crowd erupted in cheer, and for a minute, Amy was shocked. Had she finally won? Was everything over? Sally wasn't getting up, but she wasn't convinced. After a few more moments, the realization had set it, and along with that, the pain she had tried to ignore. She lifted her right arm up in victory, looking out at the crowd. She was going to pose over Sally, but decided against it. It hurt to move, and besides...it was embarassing enough having been knocked out by a blow to her chest. This feeling was enough. She had taken down the one person she had devoted her entire career (no matter how short) to taking down.

Amy had retained her championship.