The Monkey's Tail

 

All characters and places in this story belong to the Disney Corporation.

Original creators, Mark McCorkle and Robert Schooley

I receive nothing for the writing of this story.

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Previously,

The sphere slowly settled to the floor, nor longer spinning. The Yono started to slowly chuckle at till it built up until it was full laughter as he was sure of his final victory.

Standing, he started to walk towards it but stopped. A vertical seem had appeared, one running through its center and all the way around it. It grew brighter till he could no longer look at it and had to look away.

As the light died out, the two halves parted and fell to either side. An equally exhausted looking Ron Stoppable stepped out looked at the Yono and said, "Alright, this is where we get back to basics. Let's see how you dance."

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Ron had wanted to say something else. Something that would confuse the Yono even more. Something like "Heeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrreeeee's Johnny!" but he just felt to drained himself.

He had to use all of his MMP to drain all the Yono's magic even though their powers would return after only ten minutes or so.

Fair trade.

He needed him that way. Ron knew that to prepare a meal properly, you don't nuke the main dish. If you let it simmer in its own juices long enough, it cooks itself. That's when it's really good.  Still, there was enough time to do some extra tenderizing before the next step.

Get to see who was the better man.

Er....eh....monkey?

Argh! Dang it!

Being?

Looking over at Kim with her split lip and the left side of her face swollen to the point her eye was almost closed and turning a terrible shade of purple, he smiled at her and said. "Hey, beautiful. You alright?"

Knowing that Ron had seen her sick as a dog from a bug she caught in the jungle and he had to help her just to use the bathroom because she was so weak, bruised and swollen beyond belief the day after the Lowardian attack and had seen her just when she first woke up before her first cup of coffee, when he called her beautiful, she knew that that was how he always saw her, at least to him anyway.

She smiled as best she could and answered, "Hey yourself handsome. Yeah. I'm okay for now. You took your time getting here, though."

"Well, you know how it is. People to see, things to do, lives to save and stuff like that."

He then turned back to the Yono and said as his smile faded away, "All Right, Yono. Striking someone when they are held by a giant monkey, not a nice thing to do. Striking someone I love while they are being held by a giant monkey, really stupid thing to do."

"Neither one of us has any magic or mystical powers for a short while, just skill. Let’s just see how Fiske's Arthur Godfrey's Monkey Fu stands up to Yamanouchi's Ti-Shing-Pec-Whar, shall we?"

After taking a standard fighting stance, the Yono snarled, "Just bring it."

Ron also took a fighting stance but it was different than the one he normally took. This was a more aggressive stance, more for attacking than defending.

The Yono saw this and just growled in contempt at him.

Ron said. "I'd take you on with one hand tied behind my back, but you've already got me outnumbered in hands  two to four as it is, with those freak feet of yours."

"I sucked in math too. It sounds pretty even to me."

Growling and then howling, the Yono attacked.

Ron's strategy was simple. He was willing to take lesser hits from the Yono, hoping that it would open up the Yono's defense enough to allow Ron to score some bigger hits. So long as Ron could take the damage, he could give back better than what he got.

The Yono was to arrogant and enraged to see the tactic for what is was and thought he would be able to wear the buffoon down and hold him at bay till his magic returned.

He was wrong.

Block. Feint. Dodge. Block. Punch. Kick

Ron hit big when he could but he concentrated on doing his best to hit the left side of the man monkey's face, the same place he had hurt Kim.

By the time the Yono started to suspect that he was in trouble, his left eye was swollen shut and he could taste his own blood from his split lip.

Block. Feint. Dodge. Block. Punch. Kick

As the fight continued, Ron was feeling better. He was recovering his strength and he was beating the crap out of the freak. He then realized that he was starting to feel too good. His MMP was starting to return. He had to end this fight quickly.

Just as the Yono realized his magics were returning, Ron delivered a kick to his now blind spot, the left side of his head. It sent him sprawling face down. Before he could raise himself up or even turn to try to turn to turn Ron to stone, Ron was on him. His knee in the small of his back, his elbow planted between his shoulder blades pinning him to the floor and one of his hands had a full hank of hair pulling his head back like a bridle on a horse. His throat fully exposed and he was now helpless, he readied himself for the killing blow. Somehow, the upstart had beaten him.

Ron bent over and whispered in the Yono's ear, "I challenge you to the "Duellum de Spirtae Simiae." The duel of the Monkey Spirits." Ron then released his hold, stood up and walked away from him.

As he turned to face him again, the Yono tried to release his magics at him, but they wouldn't work. The challenge had been issued, and the Yono had to abide by it. He couldn't attack him.

"What?" the Yono stammered as he managed to stand up. "But you were winning! You had me defeated! All you had to do was..................... Oh. I see."

"Little Ronnie kins still can't bring himself to finish the job eh? No?" Thinking, he came up with another idea. "Then you must want to be the hero and you want to save everybody, even Montgomery Fiske. How amusing."

"Very well then, I accept your challenge. But what you have failed to realize is that in this duel, it will be my spirit versus the spirit of Toshimiru. I have one hundred percent of mine and you have what, maybe one fourth of his? Before he imprisoned me we fought twice and we each won once. That was when he had all on his chi-ez. What chance do you think he will have now?"

Ron absent mindedly reach his hand into his pouch to rub the magic jar that he needed to once again imprison  the Yono's spirit, but when he reached into it all he found was a piece of cheese Rufus had been munching on. He realized then that he had forgotten to get the jar from Steve before he left them.

Swallowing hard, all Ron could think of was, “Oh snap."

 

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TBC

Yeah, it's a little short, but this is a good breaking point.

 

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