MBC - Amy Rose vs Sally Acorn - Round 1

The match began, and without a moment to spare, Sally fired off a right uppercut to Amy's stomach. The pink hedgehog lowered her arms to cover her exposed belly, and the blow landed with a dull thud against her guard. Before she had the chance to back up, Amy fired back with a left straight to her opponent's own midsection, with the same results: the sensation of leather colliding against a rigid, firm guard. But she wouldn't be dissuaded as she turned her hips, using the momentum she gained from the maneuver to swing a right uppercut towards Sally's chest. It was a questionable move, but it was legal. Sally didn't have to worry much about it, however, as she swung back with ease, dodging the blow.

"Fighting dirty, are we?" Sally asked. "Good. Don't hold back, because if you do..." The chipmunk interrupted herself by firing off a right straight towards Amy's head. "I won't forgive you!" Amy brought up her arms and blocked the straight just in time, however, the blow was heavier, and her guard cracked a bit. Nothing to capitalize on, but it was noticeable. 

Sally decided it was time for her to play dirty as well. A right upper found itself on a collission course with the left side of Amy's chest. She wanted to hunker down and have her guard do most of the work, but she wasn't stupid. If her guard was excellent now, but in a rough spot later, she knew she'd find herself down on the mat staring up at the sky before the third round. She pivoted on her left foot, and dodged. The punch whizzed past her chest, and even though it had missed her, she already knew just how much the impact would have hurt. Sally wasn't finished though, as a left hook followed up towards Amy's torso. She wouldn't be able to dodge it in time, unless she wanted to eat a faceful of leather from another direction afterwards. She brought up her arms and blocked, but luckily for her, it didn't do too much to her guard.

Sally scoffed, and planted her foot back, preparing to gain some distance. She was a sniper first and foremost...if she got far enough away, she could pick at Amy's guard, and then swoop in for the kill once the pink hedgehog got tired enough.

"Oh, no you don't...!" Amy said under her breath, and she closed in with a left uppercut to Sally's chest. Once again, Sally dodged it, but she was realizing it'd be much harder to get away from Amy than she anticipated. If she dazed her, that could give her the time she needed to back off. Sally put her plan into motion by firing off a right jab towards Amy's head. It was a weak punch, but executed correctly, could make the pink hedgehog see stars, even if it was just for a moment. However, the blow collided instead against Amy's arm, and in the moment of contact, was knocked aside. It was unexpected, and Sally almost tripped up because of it. Amy smirked, almost evilly, and a Left Hook was making its way towards Sally's stomach. Now she was experiencing that pressure Amy had felt just a moment ago. She could dodge it, but doing so essentially guaranteed that whatever blow Amy fired off next, it would hit it's mark, guaranteed.

"Dammit--!" She cursed to herself, and she brought her guard to her stomach. The blow landed against her arms, and she grunted. Sally wasn't one for guarding, so she was definitely out of her element. But the result was better than getting the wind knocked out of her. The blocks earlier were of no consequence, but against a stronger blow, it was almost like punching glass. She had to get Amy to back off somehow. Sally fired off a left straight towards Amy's chest, anything to get her opponent to back off.

However, desperation does nothing for your chances in a fight. Amy swayed inward, dodging the straight, and a left hook from the pink hedgehog pierced the Princess' stomach. Her cheeks filled up with air, which was only accentuated by how much they could do so.

"Pfwah!" The air finally found its way out of her mouth, and she let out an involuntary sound as it did so. She froze up, but her instincts told her she had to move. Without a moment to spare, she fired off a left uppercut to Amy's chest. She was still close, so Amy would either have to back off or accept the punishment that was coming to her. Amy decided on the former, and she swayed back, dodging the blow narrowly. The two then began exchanging blows, Sally wanting to retreat to a safer position, Amy wanting to keep the positioning the two had. A right jab aimed for Sally's head was only met with air. In retaliation, a right hook flew towards Amy's head, but she swung her head back just in time. Amy finished off the exchange with a left hook towards Sally's abdomen, but she swayed back, avoiding another blow to her stomach. Sally had gained some distance, but not enough to the paint where she could consider herself safe.

"G-good...I was hoping you wouldn't be going easy on me..." Sally huffed under her breath. That blow to her stomach earlier was still bothering her. There were no bruises, and it felt like her ribs were intact...but she had severely underestimated how much power was behind Amy's punches.

"Don't tell me you're tired out already...if you keep thinking you're gonna get away from me, you have another thing coming!" Amy responded with a right jab to Sally's face. PArt of her vision was obscured by leather, and the chipmunk's left cheek contorted against Amy's glove before returning to its normal position. She felt dazed for a moment. There seemed to be a gap in her memory, even if it was just a few seconds. She was not going to stand for being made a fool of, however.

"Don't get cocky just yet!" Sally sent a sneaky left hook towards Amy's stomach, and before the pink hedgehog knew it, her cheeks filled with air, and her eyes widened. More so with surprise than from anything else, considering she hadn't expected Sally to go on the offensive considering how close in proximity the two were to each other. Amy swung a left hook for Sally's head with the intention of making her pay for trying to beat the Rascal at her own game. Sally swayed back, and the momentum she had carried from dodging finally gave her a bit of an edge as she was now just barely out of Amy's reach.

Dammit...she got away, Amy thought to herself. Now it was Amy's turn to go on the defensive. Sally fired off a left straight towards Amy's head. The champion held her guard up, but the blow slipped through the cracks, and tagged her square in the nose. Amy's head popped back, and for a moment, the only thing she could see were the clouds in the sky, slowly drifting above her. Her head returned to position, before another left straight sent her head reeling back once more. She wasn't expecting the same punch twice, which was probably why it had worked. Sally stepped in and followed up with a right jab to the pink hedgehog's stomach, followed by a left hook to the same area. Amy had the wherewithal to dodge the punches at the very least, but those straights had left her feeling stunned. Sally stepped back, and at that same moment, Amy threw a right jab towards the Princess' head. If she couldn't stop her from retreating again, she could at least tag her. But by the time the blow landed, Sally was a sizeable distance away, so the blow had little to no effect. 

After Amy's glove left her vision, however, now that was a different story. Amy closed the gap as Sally's vision was covered, and she threw a right hook towards the chipmunk's midsection. She let out a gasp, and pivoted on her foot, dodging to the side. Amy then followed up with a right uppercut to Sally's chin, and it took all the strength and reflexes she could muster to block it. She let out a small cry as the punch collided against her guard. It felt more like Amy was taking that mallet of hers to Sally's arms than firing off a blow. She had to do something if she wanted to push Amy back...right?

Sally was second-guessing herself. Before she knew it, she was trying to force Amy back with a left upper to the pink hedgehog's torso. Amy blocked it with ease, and countered with a right straight to Sally's face. Her head snapped back, and she felt the sensation of saliva ejecting itself from inbetween her lips, sending a strand of spit onto the canvas. Amy then followed up with an uppercut, but all Sally was focused on, even as she stared up at the sky for those few moments, was stepping back. She dodged Amy's left upper aimed at her chin, but as her head came back down, she felt a pit in her stomach. She looked down, coming across the sight of Amy's right glove sinking into her stomach. She let out a moderately sized wheeze, but before Amy could finish her...

The bell rang.