"Oh, shit." He said to himself, as he walked upstairs. He knew he
needed help. He needed someone to teach him some moves. And he also knew
it couldn't be Kim. She was already gonna be pissed when she heard about
this. He rifled through everyone else he knew that might be able to do it.
None of them could take Brick, either, and Brick was weak compared to
Mankey. Somebody that could fight as good as Kim. He suddenly knew, and
picked up his Ronnicator.
"What's up, Ron?"
"I need a favor, and Kim can't know about it."
"What's up?"
A few hours later, Ron found himself standing outside of what looked like an abandoned house. He walked up to the door, tripped the trap door, and found himself sliding down a slide like shaft. He landed unceremoniously on the floor with a thud.
"Oh, it's you." He looked up, to see Shego standing at the door, ready to fight.
"Look, I need to talk to you." He said, backing up.
"Where's Kimmie?"
"She doesn't know about this." Shego laughed, dropping her fight stance.
"If you came alone, and you're scared of your own shadow, it must be important."
"It is. I need a favor."
"A favor?"
"Yeah. I want you to teach me."
"Teach you what, how to dress?" He looked down, embarrassed that he had forgotten to change shirts.
"How to fight." Shego began laughing uncontrollably.
"Let me see if I've got this, you want me to teach you how to fight?"
"Yeah," She begins laughing again, "I'm serious."
"Why don't you just ask Kimmie to show you some moves?"
"Because I can't. She can't know about it."
"You two talk about everything."
"Not this. I'm fighting her boyfriend in a week, and I can't tell her why, and she's not gonna teach me anything, and the only other . . ."
"OK, stop. You're starting to ramble like Dr. D. Why her boyfriend?"
"Because he's a bully, and an asshole."
"So am I, and you don't want to fight me."
"He's cheating on her."
"Sounds like a personal problem."
"Not when it's your best friend." Shego laughed.
"That's all she is, huh? Who the hell do you think you're lying to?"
"I can't let him diss her like that. I need your help." Shego thought about it for a minute.
"I'm sick of you giving sidekicks a bad name. I'll meet you here tomorrow, five AM sharp. Do not be late!" He rushes her in a hug, causing her to crack up.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
"Stop that, before someone thinks I might actually like you, or something. Plus, you're getting Naco all over my clothes." He smiles shyly, letting her go. He follows her up and out. A few hours later, he goes to his house, to find Kim waiting.
"Where have you been?"
"Sorry, KP, I had to handle something."
"I heard about that challenge! How could you do this to me!?"
"KP . . ."
"Talk to Josh tomorrow, call off the fight."
"No."
"What?"
"I said no."
"Why do you want to fight my boyfriend? You jealous or something?"
"Something. I gotta go."
"Wait, Ron, what's going on?"
"I'm fighting Josh Mankey, that's what's going on."
"But why? Why does my best friend suddenly want to fight my boyfriend?"
"I just do is all." He said, going inside. He laid on his bed, and waited for Kim to charge in. To his amazement, she didn't. He watched her back, as she walked off, head hung. He couldn't tell her. It would crush her world. After finally getting Mankey's attention, to loose him to Bonnie? Sick and Wrong!, Ron thought to himself over and over.
Ron groaned, as he snapped awake, turning off his alarm. His body wasn't used to waking up at three in the morning. After a quick shower, he changed into some sweats, and walked out. Getting on his bike, he rode to the abandoned house again, to find Shego waiting for him.
"So, you can tell time."
"Where's Dr. D?" Ron asked, nervously.
"Don't worry. He's asleep inside. Come on, we've got a lot of work to do." Shego said, leading him to the backyard, where several dummies were set up. She put him through his paces, correcting his movements, and teaching him new ones for two hours. Ron, exhausted, collapsed on the back porch, as Shego appeared on the porch, carrying two bottles of water.
"Tired?"
"Duh."
"You're gonna be more tired with Josh kicking the shit outta you. You're not too bad, but we still got a lot of work to do. And all before Friday."
"I'm not that bad?" Shego grinned.
"You don't suck as bad as you did two hours ago."
"Think I'll be ready for Friday?"
"I'll tell ya Friday morning." She said, sipping the water, "Get outta here, practice those punches and kicks. Tomorrow, I'll show you a few more."
"Cool." Ron said, going back to the front. He rode home, and took a shower. His hands were cut at the knuckles. Nothing he didn't expect considering he had been punching wooden dummies. He rubbed some antibiotic ointment on it, and proceeded to fall back asleep.
"Ron, wake up." Ron turned over, to see Kim at his door.
"Hey, KP." He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"No."
"It's noon. We're supposed to be studying for Mr. Barkin's History test."
"Oh, man! I'm sorry, KP, I overslept."
"I can see that. Ron, is everything OK?"
"Yeah, bon diggety." He said, cheerfully, as Rufus jumped on the bed. "Bon diggety." Rufus repeated, giving him the thumbs up, as he disappeared into Ron's pocket.
"That's not what I mean. You've never been a fighter. Why do you suddenly want to fight Josh, of all people."
"I wish I could tell you."
"You can. We talk about everything, Ron."
"Not this." He said, slipping on his sneakers. They went to the library, and started studying. Relieved to be out of Kim's line of questioning, he relaxed a little. After they were done, he checked out a couple of books, and went home again. Taking Rufus out of his pocket, he began practicing. Rufus watched, as Ron practiced each move with fierce determination.
"What's up, Ron?"
"I need a favor, and Kim can't know about it."
"What's up?"
A few hours later, Ron found himself standing outside of what looked like an abandoned house. He walked up to the door, tripped the trap door, and found himself sliding down a slide like shaft. He landed unceremoniously on the floor with a thud.
"Oh, it's you." He looked up, to see Shego standing at the door, ready to fight.
"Look, I need to talk to you." He said, backing up.
"Where's Kimmie?"
"She doesn't know about this." Shego laughed, dropping her fight stance.
"If you came alone, and you're scared of your own shadow, it must be important."
"It is. I need a favor."
"A favor?"
"Yeah. I want you to teach me."
"Teach you what, how to dress?" He looked down, embarrassed that he had forgotten to change shirts.
"How to fight." Shego began laughing uncontrollably.
"Let me see if I've got this, you want me to teach you how to fight?"
"Yeah," She begins laughing again, "I'm serious."
"Why don't you just ask Kimmie to show you some moves?"
"Because I can't. She can't know about it."
"You two talk about everything."
"Not this. I'm fighting her boyfriend in a week, and I can't tell her why, and she's not gonna teach me anything, and the only other . . ."
"OK, stop. You're starting to ramble like Dr. D. Why her boyfriend?"
"Because he's a bully, and an asshole."
"So am I, and you don't want to fight me."
"He's cheating on her."
"Sounds like a personal problem."
"Not when it's your best friend." Shego laughed.
"That's all she is, huh? Who the hell do you think you're lying to?"
"I can't let him diss her like that. I need your help." Shego thought about it for a minute.
"I'm sick of you giving sidekicks a bad name. I'll meet you here tomorrow, five AM sharp. Do not be late!" He rushes her in a hug, causing her to crack up.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
"Stop that, before someone thinks I might actually like you, or something. Plus, you're getting Naco all over my clothes." He smiles shyly, letting her go. He follows her up and out. A few hours later, he goes to his house, to find Kim waiting.
"Where have you been?"
"Sorry, KP, I had to handle something."
"I heard about that challenge! How could you do this to me!?"
"KP . . ."
"Talk to Josh tomorrow, call off the fight."
"No."
"What?"
"I said no."
"Why do you want to fight my boyfriend? You jealous or something?"
"Something. I gotta go."
"Wait, Ron, what's going on?"
"I'm fighting Josh Mankey, that's what's going on."
"But why? Why does my best friend suddenly want to fight my boyfriend?"
"I just do is all." He said, going inside. He laid on his bed, and waited for Kim to charge in. To his amazement, she didn't. He watched her back, as she walked off, head hung. He couldn't tell her. It would crush her world. After finally getting Mankey's attention, to loose him to Bonnie? Sick and Wrong!, Ron thought to himself over and over.
Ron groaned, as he snapped awake, turning off his alarm. His body wasn't used to waking up at three in the morning. After a quick shower, he changed into some sweats, and walked out. Getting on his bike, he rode to the abandoned house again, to find Shego waiting for him.
"So, you can tell time."
"Where's Dr. D?" Ron asked, nervously.
"Don't worry. He's asleep inside. Come on, we've got a lot of work to do." Shego said, leading him to the backyard, where several dummies were set up. She put him through his paces, correcting his movements, and teaching him new ones for two hours. Ron, exhausted, collapsed on the back porch, as Shego appeared on the porch, carrying two bottles of water.
"Tired?"
"Duh."
"You're gonna be more tired with Josh kicking the shit outta you. You're not too bad, but we still got a lot of work to do. And all before Friday."
"I'm not that bad?" Shego grinned.
"You don't suck as bad as you did two hours ago."
"Think I'll be ready for Friday?"
"I'll tell ya Friday morning." She said, sipping the water, "Get outta here, practice those punches and kicks. Tomorrow, I'll show you a few more."
"Cool." Ron said, going back to the front. He rode home, and took a shower. His hands were cut at the knuckles. Nothing he didn't expect considering he had been punching wooden dummies. He rubbed some antibiotic ointment on it, and proceeded to fall back asleep.
"Ron, wake up." Ron turned over, to see Kim at his door.
"Hey, KP." He sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"No."
"It's noon. We're supposed to be studying for Mr. Barkin's History test."
"Oh, man! I'm sorry, KP, I overslept."
"I can see that. Ron, is everything OK?"
"Yeah, bon diggety." He said, cheerfully, as Rufus jumped on the bed. "Bon diggety." Rufus repeated, giving him the thumbs up, as he disappeared into Ron's pocket.
"That's not what I mean. You've never been a fighter. Why do you suddenly want to fight Josh, of all people."
"I wish I could tell you."
"You can. We talk about everything, Ron."
"Not this." He said, slipping on his sneakers. They went to the library, and started studying. Relieved to be out of Kim's line of questioning, he relaxed a little. After they were done, he checked out a couple of books, and went home again. Taking Rufus out of his pocket, he began practicing. Rufus watched, as Ron practiced each move with fierce determination.