The crowds cheer as the two opponents square off in the ring. On one, Amy Rose jabs at the air, keeping herself light on her feet. On the other, Tangle ties her tail around herself in a fuzzy belt, biting her lip and adjusting for comfort. Both women dress in boxer shorts, boots, and sports bras, each in distinct colors.
Tangle looks up from her quick tie job and steps up to the middle of the arena. “I’m ready to make ya proud, teach,” she boasts, holding her gloves up.
Amy approaches her as well, nodding and smirking. “Just remember what I taught you, and you’ll make more than me proud.”
Tangle blushes. “Y… you know?”
“Sure,” Amy says. “I’ve known for a while.”
The two are approached by the referee, a recycled Egg Pawn in appropriately stripped attire. “Alright ladies, the boss want’s a clean fight. No funny business and low blows. You start with the bell and end with it, and go until give up, knock out, or ten counts, got it?”
“Right!” says Amy.
“Got it,” replies Tangle.
They bump their gloves and head back to their corners, keeping their eyes focused on one another, the smiles of excitement painted over their faces.
The bell goes off, and Tangle rushes forward, throwing a punch straight towards Amy’s face!
Amy lifts her arm, letting it take the hit, but leaving herself open to Tangle’s response.
With her free hand, the lemur punches the hedgehog right in the stomach, laughing triumphantly at her hit.
The hedgehog stumbles back, hopping from one foot to another, sizing up Tangle, and then rushing back in, her own attacks coming in a flurry of blows of impeccable speed!
Tangle yelps but ducks and dodges as punch after punch flies her way, weaving here, blocking there, but keeping her eyes on the barrage of blurry blows.
During the whole ordeal, a slight shine catches her eye. Standing in the audience, leaning against the exit to the arena, is Whisper, watching silently with her arms crossed.
POW!
Amy’s flurry nets Tangle right in the jaw, sending her flying back! The hedgehog shakes her arms as the crowd roars at the hit, watching as Tangle lays on the ground, staring up at the ceiling.
“Come on,” the hedgehog says. “I know you weren’t in the fighting game as long as me, but you got the energy. Work through it!”
“D… don’t tell me… what to do….” Tangle says, pushing herself up by her elbows. “You may have been my coach… but today, you’re my opponent!”
“That’s the spirit!” Amy says, bopping her fists together. “Keep your eye on the prize, Tangle!”
“Are you kidding?” Tangle quips. “I’m having the time of my life!” She rushes again, whipping downward and lifting up into the air in a swift uppercut.
Amy dodges back, her eyes widening a moment before she frowns. “You’re losing your focus. You’re better than this.”
“That’s okay!” Tangle says, spinning around, but as she does, her tail unfurls, curling into a fist, and slams right into Amy, launching the hedgehog back into the turnbuckle!”
Amy slams back against it hard, her back throbbing, her arms draping over the ropes. She dangles there, not getting up.
“Oh jeez, I’m sorry!” Tangle gasps, rushing over towards the hedgehog. “Time out! Time out!” she yells over to the ref.
Amy grabs the rope and holds up her glove. “H… hey… I’m not done yet,” the hedgehog says.
The bell rings, and the ref steps in. “Get back to your corner, Tangle!”
Tangle’s ears droop, and her shoulders slouch, but she heads back where her corner people are waiting with towels, water bottles, and advice.
“I’m fine, I’m fine, really,” Amy says, waving off her crew. “I just need to get up, is all. It’s really no big–”
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Amy stumbles forward, but with her top dangling to the turnbuckles. The hedgehog squeals and covers herself, her chest burning a bright red.
All around, lights flash, and people cheer and jeer. The proud fighter falls to her knees, her eyes wavering, her lips quivering.
“Oh god…” she whispers to herself.
Tangle looks up from her corner, spitting out her water and missing the bucket. “T… teach!?” She stumbles up and runs to Amy, spinning around and holding her hands out, obscuring the vision of the leering jeerers. 
The three bystanders watch. Breezie sighs and shakes her head. I suppose you’re cutting the feed and ending the match?”
Rouge just watches with a casual smirk.
Breezie quirks an eyebrow.
Tangle breathes quickly, her eye glancing upward. There, she sees Whisper watching her still and bites her lip. Her gaze goes further up, and she locks eyes with Rouge, and she lets go of her lip, softly gasping,. “Ah…?”
She looks over her shoulder. “H-Hey, teach? You remember that thing you taught me when we were first training?”
Amy snaps her gaze up, tears on the corners of her eyes. “H… huh?”
“All the training in the world won’t prepare you for the ring. You gotta learn to improvise, well… how’s this for improvisation!”
Her tail flings downward, grasping at her chest. With a swift motion, the tail-fingers curl up underneath her top, lifting it over her head, letting her perky breasts spring free.
The crowd roars at the new turn of events, and Tangle chuckles, spinning around, tossing the top away. With her hands raised back up, she nods to Amy. “There ain’t no way I’m letting you fight on uneven footing, teach. Now, then, you ready to keep going?”
Amy blinks, takes a deep breath, and brings herself to her feet. Slowly, she lowers her arms away from her ample bosom and readies herself. “Yeah. It doesn’t matter how embarrassed you get in the ring; what matters is that you’ve done your all.”
“Damn right, teach. Now, let’s show these people what we can really do!”