Disclaimer and A/N: Disney owns, I don't. Yada Yada Arf Arf! Time for Ron and Monkey Fist to face off in the Ultimate Battle. Only one can survive!

Chapter 18 The Ultimate Battle

The monitor came to life and Monkey Fist glowered from the tube. "So the Prophesies shall be fulfilled. That means either you or Kim Possible will die today." He laughed his maniacal monkey laugh.

Ron grinned his goofy grin. "Sorry to tell you, Monty old chap, but Kim Stoppable couldn't come out to play today. My wife is back on Earth."

"So the first Prophesy is true," Monkey Fist gleefully said. "You and she were married. Con-grat-u-lations!" he said with venom dripping from his voice.

"And the second and third happened when you attacked a couple days ago," Ron said slyly. "We were slightly overwhelmed when you showed up, and injured when you left, but we carry on and you were vanquished! Ha!"

"As I planned!" Monkey Fist gloated. "It was worth it to sacrifice my minions. Prophesy seven fulfilled," he growled.

The jet braked and slowly docked with the space station. "I have accepted my destiny," Ron said, "and I have ascended to the heavens."

"I sense your rodent had died too." Monkey Fist clapped joyously. "The Prophesies keep getting better and better."

Ron got out of his seat. "Let the final battle begin!"

"And the last one standing shall over see all!" Monkey Fist chattered and laughed.

Ron closed the airlock behind him and noticed a display next to the door. It read gravity at eighty five percent. "Near normal gravity." He did some quick calculations in his head. "That means I weigh about one sixty here." He shrugged and proceeded down the hall. "At least it means I can walk fairly normally."

A glowing ball of energy formed in Ron's hand and he casually tossed it ahead of him. It enveloped a small circular object just as it exploded. "It's very dangerous playing with your exploding golf balls in here Duff," Ron said firmly. "You'll rupture the skin of the station and get sucked into space and die."

"A wee sacrifice to bring the reign of Lord Monkey Fist to the front," Duff Killigan growled. He launched another ball at Ron.

Ron caught it in his brightly blue glowing hand. "The weak mind is so susceptible," he sighed. Ron clenched his fist and the explosive fizzled and popped ineffectually. Ron raced to the mad golfer, covering the twenty feet in milliseconds, and floored him with one punch to the breadbasket. Ron touched Duff's forehead with one finger. "Return to you cell and close the door." Duff rose zombie-like and walked away.

"So you can control the feeble-minded too, my monkey phobic foe," Fist thought to Ron. "Very well then. We shall dispense with the side show and move on to the main event." The intercom came on. "All villains return to you cells and stay put until further orders are issued." "Satisfied?" Monkey Fist thought to Ron. "You will find me..."

Ron cut him off, "I know where you are. I'll be there in a minute."

Ron strode down the hallway. "So Kimmie's sidekick has come out to play," the female voice came from in front of him. "Doesn't this spinning space station make you sick?"

"Not in the least, Adrena Lynn," Ron yelled. "Didn't you hear your Lord and Master's order to return to your cell?"

She stepped from the shadows. "I'm not a villain," She sassed. "I am an entertainer!"

Ron's hand shot out at her. She rose off the floor and hovered three feet in the air." "Entertain this," Ron growled in his full Power Voice. She banged against one wall, then the other and dropped to deck hard. "I suggest you find someplace where you'll be safe, like your cell!"

Adrena shook her head to clear it. Her jaw dropped and she stared at Ron who's glow enveloped him. "Freaky!" she screamed as she half crawled, half ran away.

"So sorry Stoppable," Monkey Fist chirp/thought to Ron. "She does have a mind of her own but will make good breeding stock when I rule the World." His voice darkened, "Now bring it!"

Ron finished the final twenty yards of the hall in a split second. It emerged into a central room that was slightly larger than Kim's closet back home. Monkey fist stood at the opposite end of the open space.

"Kim calling Ron, Kim Calling Ron. Come in Ron!" The radio rang with Kim's desperate voice. "You can close off your mind, put me to sleep and sneak off to play hero, but you don't control the radio."

"Can I get this before we start," Ron begged Monkey Fist. "It'll just take a minute."

"Very well," Monkey Fist sighed, exasperated. "If it will stop her incessant whining."

Ron keyed the communications system. "Hey Kim. I'm kinda busy here. What can I do you for?"

"Ron!" Kim screamed. "You knocked me out and left. I'm suppose to be up there with you, fighting by your side."

"Why," Ron begged. "Because of some Prophesy? It says They will ascend to the Heavens to do battle. That means Monkey Fist and me. It doesn't say we will fight the First."

"Well I think it does. I read it as saying We will fight!"

"Well," Ron paused and thought about it. "I guess you might be right since we are fighting right now. But if you don't mind, Monty is going Ape and I need to get back to the big battle so I'm gonna turn off the radio now."

"But Ron..." Kim protested.

"But nothin," Ron stated firmly. "And if I hear one more word from you I'll smash the radio."

"You wouldn't!" Kim growled.

Ron planted a spinning back kick into the center of the panel. Sparks flew everywhere with a hiss and crackle. "Sorry about that," Ron shrugged. "But you know women can sometimes be a pain in the..."

Fist cut him off. "I understand completely. You did the proper thing." His voice darkened, "Shall we begin?"

Dr. Betty Director fiddled with the knobs and switches of the radio in Yamanouchi's secret ninja communications center. All she received for her efforts was static. "He told you he'd smash the com system if you spoke up." She spun on Kim and pointed an accusatory finger. "You just had to dare him. Now we won't know what's happening up there. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Kim's face reddened and fist's clinched before she finally exploded. "I HAVE HAD IT WITH THIS WHOLE SITUATION!" She grabbed a pile of papers off the desk and tossed them in the air. She paced the room as she continued. "Ron and I came up here to get in a little training and have some fun before getting married and starting college. Suddenly! Suddenly, we find out Ron is some kind of Super Duper Ultra Monkey Ninja that's had a bunch of Prophesies written about him. Then we find out I've been upgraded to Super Ninja Woman and some of the Prophesies concern me." Kim threw her hands in the air. "Then Monkey Freak attacks and I blow out my knee but we rout him and send him packing. NOW, because of all this Prophesy shi..." Kim inhaled sharply and tears welled in her eyes. "I SO want to swear right now!" She took a deep breath. "Because of those DAM... DARN Prophesies, Ron and I are married earlier than we wanted, I'm pregnant, Rufus is gone and Monkey Fist and Ron are fighting for all the marbles in space." The tears began to flow freely. "Well if Ron lives or dies, we're both out of the hero business!"

Dr. Director stared at Kim, her one good eye bulging as big as a saucer and her jaw was somewhere around her belt buckle.

Kim waved a hand in front of Betty's face. ""Dr. Director, hello!" Kim yelled. "Betty!"

Dr. Director shook her head. "Did you just say your pregnant?"

"Yep." Kim chimed brightly, wiping the tears from her eyes. "At least that's the message Rufus gave Yori, that he wouldn't be able to communicate after nine month."

"And you figured the final Prophesy meant that Rufus would be reborn as your son or daughter?"

Kim nodded. "That and the dreams Ron and I have been having."

Betty rubbed her temples and sighed. "But Rufus died only two days ago. How can you be pregnant with his... essence?"

A voice came booming out of the dead radio. "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, my dear Betty Director, than are dreamt of in your Philosophy!"

Betty turned knobs and toggled switches. "There's no way this thing should be working. I switched off the power supply."

Kim watched Betty's frantic maneuvers in amusement. ""Hi Rufus," Kim purred. "It's nice to hear from you again."

Betty stopped her frenzied fidgeting and asked Kim, "Did you say Rufus?"

"I was Rufus," the voice said softly, coming from everywhere in the room.

"But you died in the explosion," Betty tentatively said.

"Yes," Rufus chirped. "It was a heck of a way to go."

"You always said you wanted to go out with a bang," Kim chuckled and hugged herself.

"Yes," said Rufus. "Either a bang or in a blaze of glory."

"And you got it both ways," Kim grinned and sighed. "So why are you communicating with us?"

Rufus laughed. "You were interfering with the Ultimate Battle so I decided to distract you for a while."

"You can see the battle?" Dr. Director asked. "What's happening?"

"You do not need to observe the fight Betty, but Kimberly," the voice rumbled slightly, "Ron needs your help."

"Rufus," Kim whined, "Ron cut me out of the fight."

"Has he Kimberly-sama?"

Kim perked up. "I forgot about my Power. I'm sorry Rufus." Kim plopped down cross legged in the middle of the floor. She closed her eyes momentarily and when she opened them the scene aboard the space station hovered in 3D between the two women.

"Amazing!" Dr. Director enthused. "Can we hear what they are saying?"

The image disappeared and Kim scowled at her. "I was getting to that, if you didn't interrupt me. I'm only the Super Ninja, not the Super Duper Ultra model."

"But I have to know what's going on up there," Betty whined. "It's my space station and I'm responsible for the criminals..." She cut herself off as she stared at Kim's transformation.

Kim's eye's flashed and blazed emerald green. Vaporous flames danced and leapt from the orbs and slowly enveloped her entire body. Kim rose off the floor and drifted towards the head of Global Justice. "You ARE responsible for more than you let on!" Kim growled in her own gravelly, echoing Power Voice.

"What! How?" Betty sputtered.

"I know everything now," Kim growled. "It was you that first asked Lord Montgomery Fisk to explore the myths and legends of Mystical Monkey Power. You fed him every scrap of information your organization could dig up. You got him obsessed with monkey lore. Then you introduced him to D. N. Amy. It was YOU who created Monkey Fist!"

"It's true," Dr. Betty Director said, slumping into a chair. "I was trying to create a Super Hero, not a Super Villain."

The image of Ron and Monkey Fist appeared. "That is a very interesting revelation," Monkey Fist said. "What made you think I would side with good verses going to the dark side?"

"We thought," Betty hid her head in her hands. "No... I thought since you were an English Lord you would have been brought up properly. You know, English scruples and what not."

"And you never did a background check on him, did you?" Ron accused. "Or a psychological profile to see if he was mentally stable."

"No, I only wanted to see results. I knew I had to cut corners and take risks."

"Which you did willingly," Kim frowned as her voice boomed. "You created this mess, perhaps Ron and I should let you clean it up."

Monkey Fist interrupted. "If you are going to shame the head of Global Justice, why not go all the way? Open all the files of the projects she's been in charge of. How about the one concerning the drop out college student she hired to build weapons and robots?" An image of Drew Lipski appeared in front of Dr. Director. "He wasn't very good at it so she fired him." The image of Drew morphed into that of Dr. Drakken. "He became quite blue over the situation. Or how about your most recent recruit, Betty? She outwardly appeared fearless and a bit brash, just like you." Adrena Lynn's image replaced that of Drakken. "You never ran a background check on her. Otherwise you would have uncovered her cowardly criminal past and insane parents. She didn't work out so you let her go."

Betty straightened up. "A little arrogance is good in an operative. It's a sign of initiative and self confidence."

"Like that of Will Du?" Kim growled. "Self confidence and arrogance are fine if they can they can back it up in the field. Du is strictly academic. He blunders through his missions and survives only by the Grace of God and fool's luck. He's lucky Duff Killigan didn't plow him under with Super Seed the first time we met."

"Yes!" Monkey Fist chimed. "If it weren't for Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, half your agents would be dead or working for your brother Gemini. By the way Dr. Director," her name came with an extra dose of venom, "does the government agencies that fund your organization know your brother runs W.E.E.? The Worldwide Evil Empire?"

"They do!" she answered defensively. "They thought I'd be the perfect person for just that reason. I mean, I've been battling my brother my entire life. Four minutes indeed!" She curled into a ball and started to suck her thumb.

"And the list goes on and on," Monkey Fist sang. "If you look at all the evil in the World, she is behind most of it."

"And thus justifying Global Justices' existence," Ron finished. "Well, enough of this. We can clean up that mess later. Let's get back to the fight at hand."

"Kim," Ron thought to her, "keep tabs on the others here on the station. They should be in their cells, but if they come this way let me know."

"Thanks for knocking me out and leaving me in the lurch," Kim telepathically chided him. "I'll forgive you if you leave them to me and go fight Monkey Fist!"

Monkey Fist and Ron faced off in the small room, their eyes flaring with the Power each possessed and had mastered. "You were lucky when last we met Stoppable," Fist growled and frothed at the mouth. "This meeting will be much different."

The hyper speed fight began. Monkey Fist leapt out with claws bared and slashed Ron's sleeve, deeply cutting his bicep. He followed with a roundhouse kick that missed when Ron ducked under by doing the splits and countered with a double leg sweep. Fist jumped over the flying legs and stomped at Ron's torso. Ron's momentum spun him out of the way and onto his feet. He had barely stood when Fist attacked again, this time feet/paws first aimed at Ron's neck. They connected and squeezed tightly as Monkey Fist's hands grabbed a shiny pry bar attached to the bulkhead. He swung the light but sturdy aluminum bar at Ron's head. Ron blocked the blow with an up swept arm. The collision between metal and bone occurred as Fist had intended. Bone, though strong and padded with skin and muscle, gave way and audibly snapped. Fist swung the bar again, this time aiming lower. Ron's hand worked at the feet/paws around his neck, breaking toes before dislodging the appendages. As Ron freed himself the aluminum cudgel crashed against his left kneecap. He yelped in pain but turned to attack anyway. Ron was met by one last blow from the pry bar aimed at his skull. The echoing crack heard in the confined space was music to Monkey Fist's ears. He cackled his maniacal laugh as he stood over the inert bleeding body.

"NOW THE WORLD IS MINE!"