Undisclosed location, two months ago
Dr. Drakken, one of the most intelligent scientists of the twenty first century, turned into a blue skinned, unsuccessful villain. He cackled at the idea of one of his greatest liberations, an energy cage.
"Behold, Shego, this will keep Kim Possible at bay while the Statue of Liberty becomes my willing slave," he gloated.
She played solitaire while he droned on, but this comment woke her up. "'Keep Kim Possible at bay?' What the fuck, Drew? Fucking waste her!"
"Of course I'm going to waste her, once I animate the Statue of Liberty!" he stammered.
"Possible is a cheerleader, a fucking athlete. Even if by some miracle you get the statue to move, she won't be an easy target to stomp, you dumb asshole," she groaned.
"Whose plan is this? When you develop a plan like mine you can opine. Until then, earn your salary by shutting the fuck up!" Drakken defensively responded.
Shego also closely observed the energy cage demonstration, taking notes of her own.
Paramus sewers, now
Ron Stoppable held both a flashlight and his nose while knee deep in feces. His guide was a ten years-old mega-genius known to him by the name of Wade. The tunnels were dark, damp and rancid. but thoughts of the turmoil his best friend endured made Ron press on.
"So how much farther do we go?" Ron asked Wade while Rufus covered his tiny nose. Even tho Wade boosted the signal to compensate for the underground interference, it fizzled out. "We're on our own, Rufus. Any way you can get some directions from your cousins here?"
Rufus crossed his little forelegs, offended by the insinuation he was related to sewer rats.
The mall, now
Kimberly Ann Possible's heart pounded in her chest and it was all that reminded her that she was alive. Her back had turned every color of the spectrum. Her chest felt like she inhaled uncooked spaghetti strands. Her entire face and skull felt like they were pressed by a vice. Her skin trickled blood. Her torn shirt hung by a thread. She put on a couple of long sleeved shirts for warmth.
Shego saw blood gushing from her thigh, the gaping dagger wound too large for her to keep moving. She pushed her flamed up hand against the wound, which cauterized. Shego deeply breathed like a lioness hunting a young gazelle.
"Where are the hostages? I'm tired of asking over and over again!" Kim tackled Shego head-on.
Kim's evil foe smiled and pounded down on her shoulders. Kim dropped but played dirty and judo chopped the stab wound. Shego growled, clutched her thigh and stumbled back. Kim grabbed a lot of her long, dark hair and yanked her toward a sporting goods store window. Shego's impact cracked the glass, she slid down and landed on her skull, twisting her neck.
"This...this is ridiculous." Shego stumbled to her feet.
"It's reality, remember?" Kim clarified
As numb, nauseous and scarred Kim was, she furiously tackled Shego through the cracked window, sending them careening through it. Shards of glass rained on the two women. Shego loudly landed into a display of jerseys and Kim stumbled into the shards.
"Couldn't dodge that, could you?!" Kim loudly slurred.
"I hate you, motherfucker"
Ron always loved going to Modell's. Kim always hated it but at least his sports knowledge educated her. Kim stood and trudged over to a display of aluminum bats. Shego also quickly arose.
"You like throwing shit? So do I!" Shego scooped up and flung glass pieces in Kim's direction.
Kim barely ducked out of their way, but not before some sliced her open. Kim shrieked, but noticed a rack of metal baseball bats.
Shego also noticed their location and discharged a green fire, making them scalding hot to touch. Kim still limped quickly towards the bats, profusely sweated from the heat of the metal and grabbed a bat. Her palms wrapped around its handle and it loudly seared her skin. Kim had not screamed from the pain. What she did do was lunge into a full assault.
"You gots some brass balls," Shego was genuinely stunned how Kim had any perception at all.
Shego hated being on the offensive from the suddenly resurgent Kim, who lifted and thrust the bat at her enemy. Kim's first strike was with to her left shoulder. Kim followed-through right handed and hit Shego square on the jaw, which ejected blood and teeth. Kim slammed the bat very hard onto the ex-heroine's back, followed by more thunderous blows. The villainess vocally reacted to each. Blood collected on the bat and trailed in the air with every lift.
"Go down! You're done!" Kim screamed after hit number nine.
"That's what you always think, don't you?" was her calm yet strained response. She projected her widest fire of the morning towards her arch-nemesis. The tremendously accelerated, incendiary shot engulfed and liquefied Kim's baseball bat and traced a tunnel throughout the rest of the mall all the way outside to the south parking lot.
Kim Possible's right thumb was also melted away. She dropped to her knees, blankly staring and clutched where it used to be. It neither bled, nor excessively hurt her.
"You had it coming, Kimmie. Your histrionics were giving you a false sense of ego." Shego hacked up a large wad of saliva and blood.
Like earlier this morning, the killer circled the stationary, knelt Kim. Shego side-booted Kim directly into her mouth, and the impact jerked the teen onto the floor. Kim's back already resembled Jell-O. The landing sounded like wet paper towels landing on a bale of hay.
"You're a shitty actor. This blood aint just from me or those cops." Kim said.
"Fuck you!" Shego punted Kim in her stomach, the lacerations augmenting the pain.
Kim grunted with teeth clenched, pushed up to her knees while clutching the burnt stump. If an orchestra were to augment this moment, the musical arrangement would flourish and crescendo. "This ends now, Shego. I'm gonna kill you."
END OF ROUND 6
