Here we go! The first chapter that involves new fights of two previous victors of different battles and the seventh chapter of this story overall! In this chapter's predecessor, we saw the final one of the original battles with toons who had not yet fought each other when Slappy took Rita on in combat, albeit reluctantly to the extreme, as was the case with all of the other ones who were forced to fight just so things wouldn't go from bad to worse in, well, the worst way, and rapidly so. After an incredibly long, close, brutal, intense and impressive fight, Rita managed to deliver the blow which knocked Slappy out and gave her the very hard-earned victory in the battle. Of course, the irony of it is that either one could have taken the win in the halfway literal catfight, but Slappy being blatantly older than Rita, and easily so, not to mention Rita's having had far more experience at street fighting and the like, allowed Rita to come out triumphant in the end. But since, as already mentioned, that was the chapter preceding this one, we're now moving on to the current chapter you're soon going to be reading right here. Now, the first pair of toons who are fighting again are Wakko Warner and Marita of the Hip Hippos! Beforehand, Wakko took out his older brother, Yakko, after quite a long, grueling fight, and, in a very impressive and all around extreme battle like her last one was, Marita was able to take Buttons down. Now the two of them are facing each other for opponents, by Monty's command. After all, despite how he'd run out of first-time fights to create, he decided he would continue this and make it last longer via having it so that triumphant ones would fight triumphant ones in the same style and place as they had their scraps that happened prior. A very sinister thing to do indeed, especially with how he started all this, and it was definitely much to the shock and dismay of the ones he'd forcibly pulled into it all, but you know Monty. So yeah. Okay, so both Wakko and Marita have their advantages, right? Wakko is quite toony and very adept physically when need be, but Marita, along with her own share of tooniness, has incredible strength, durability and stamina, even if Wakko has the speed, agility and/or weapon access advantage. That being the case, it is hard to tell which one will overpower and thus beat the other, and, quite frankly, it really could go either way. However, as true as that is, and as true as it is that they are similar in some ways, like the fact that both of them like to eat a lot and how both have an accent from a European nation(England for Wakko, Spain for Marita), it's no less true than any other time that only one of them can emerge victorious. So which one is going to triumph, especially since neither has been defeated by their previous opponents before and them going up against each other is very even and a tough call as to who will win and who will lose? Well, in this seventh of chapters that depicts the second male against female fight in this story(the first being when Buttons was taking on Marita instead of Wakko like is the case now), you will see what the answer is, but only if you read the chapter, which I know you're most excited for, anyway. So, given that and how the now pissed off but level-headed Wakko and Marita are about to go at it because they know this is at least better than what will result if they refuse to clash, along with how they want this to end as early as it can and want to go as forward to all of this ending altogether as they can and thus are not going to go easy on each other thanks to the desire to just get it done swiftly if possible(plus neither is prone to taking it easy on an opponent anyhow), I can tell that you, without a doubt, want to see how this chapter's events goes down and where it takes us and this story. That it's a fight between two winners of before shown here can only magnify such facts. Will Wakko prove able to dish out a defeat to Marita despite how much bigger, stronger and more durable than him she is? Or will Marita prove that even Wakko's kinds of talents and/or tricks aren't going to enable him to defeat a tank like herself as she does to him both what she did to Buttons and what he did to Yakko before that? Know for a fact which direction this confrontation will go in when you read away at this chapter, which, by the way, I hope you like!

THINGS TO NOTE:

I own none of the characters. First off, all outside of Montana Max belong to Animaniacs, and secondly, the aforementioned Montana Max belongs to Tiny Toon Adventures.

Animaniacs VS Animaniacs

Chapter 7-Wakko VS Marita

Right now, Wakko Warner and Marita The Hippo were both in a position they hated being in the first time, and wanted to be in even less now(and that's saying a lot)as they were in it again. So what was already horrible for them had now gotten even worse. For this was indeed the second time in which they would have to fight unwillingly, this time against each other. But it had to happen to make sure that the Animaniacs universe would be save from essentially going to hell irrevocably.

So it was both preparation and positioning for what was right in front of them, and, if the possibility presented itself, performing their battle in a manner that saw to it that said clash would come to an end as soon as possible. They didn't know how long they had to endure this, nor did they know how much more of this crap they could possibly fucking take. But they had to make sure that things didn't get any worse than they already were and, if the chance showed itself, somehow got better. Thus would they do just that by how they went at it.

Not to mention that they honestly didn't think their emotions, psyches, internal spirits, souls and the like could possibly feel any more like hellholes than they had before. But now the both of them were proven wrong by what was taking place at this moment. They knew not where the hell they got the strength, willpower and/or spirit to ignore the pain enough to function, let alone keep going, but they had to have from somewhere, because they were indeed functioning sufficiently to keep going like they currently were.

Be that as it may, though, the bodily harm they took was going to hurt far less than how tortured from the inside out they felt in a sense of their souls and feelings at the moment. Easy street was what both of them enjoyed, each in a different style, for the most part, so while all of the ones who had battle as their only option were hit hard by this long-lasting ordeal, these two in particular felt a great deal of considerable impact. But they didn't let it get to them and totally ignored it. It was the only way to get anywhere, given the circumstances they'd been dealt, after all. Now, as to how things would be for them in terms of physical assets when they fought.

For the most glaring thing here, Wakko had considerably more experience, tooniness and weaponry/tricks up his sleeve than Marita did, but Marita was much bigger, stronger and more durable than Wakko. But other advantages of Wakko's included that he was far speedier, more agile, more skilled as a fighter and smarter/in touch with reality than his she-hippo opponent. Yet Marita was slower to tire than Wakko, being as massive and powerful as she was, and her gigantic amount of fat meant that there was a good chance that a lot of Wakko's attacks would just get caught in that blubber and not have much effect on her. Except if they tickled, and if Wakko did tickle her, it would prove effective, since, for all her durability, she had sensitive skin, as was the case with any hippo. However, if Wakko got close enough to attack Marita with non-distant assaults, then Marita would easily be able to grab him and use what means she chose to try and subdue him.

It was no surprise, thanks to all of these things being the case, that they were evenly matched to the point where it was impossible to tell who would end the battle with the final triumph. Only when that fight was ended would it be known for sure which one of them it was. While Wakko and Marita saw each other eye to eye, the former said: "Well, we're at it again, Marita, this time not with Yakko or Buttons, but with each other." His tone of voice made it all too clear that he was anything but pleased, thrilled or overjoyed about this.

Marita then concurred in an equally unhappy and unenthusiastic voice: "Lord only knows what'll follow unless some miracle is bestowed upon us and Monty can't create any more fights in a short while, but for now, we're going to just have to focus on what's fixing to commence and putting it to an end at as early a time as possibility will allow." "Right on, and word up." an agreeing response from Wakko consisted of. "Which means there's no way in hell we're going to allow ourselves to miss Monty's signal! Let's listen good and intently for it." "Right." Marita let out, and their ears were most open for when Monty called out his command.

And call out his command he did, with Monty thundering: "You two good and goddamn done fucking flapping your goddamn gums? I sure as hell fucking hope you are, 'cause this is the only time I'm giving you my fucking demand that's about to be let loose! You two have fought before, and heard me, so if you don't fucking hear me now, there'll be even less of an excuse than there might've been before, and there was none before! Which means that if you miss my order, I'll kill you, and I motherfucking mean that shit literally, too! Understand?"

Wakko and Marita looked at Monty and nodded, then turned to look at each other again, for after everything Monty had put them and the other Animaniacs through, right up to now and the way they both had to fight yet again, they not only had ire and lividness beyond measure or calculation on, well, a level neither thought even existed until now when they'd reached it, much like anyone else didn't until it was reached, but this was even further escalated and piled onto by his insults and threats, especially the latter, the way that part of it consisted of threatening their lives and, chances were, those of so many others. He didn't mention it, but it was still likely, the way Monty was. So they refused to look at him longer than it took for them to acknowledge his words and give a nod to show that they understood.

Now, then, they were able to keep such feelings as these in check. After all, they didn't have any choice. But it took everything they had, and almost overpowered it. Particularly given how they only obeyed Monty's rules and did everything they'd already done and were about to do because it was the least of God only knows how many hells. Therefore, they didn't bother to talk until they were fighting both for that reason and for how they needed to get started at the absolute instant that Monty yelled out his order. And, as if luck was finally seeming as if it were finally on their side, it was only a moment or two before Monty ordered them to battle.

And, at the moment that Monty boomed: "Good to know that you two twats can see when you need to shut the fuck up and listen! Now, fight!" That was what kicked off the faceoff. Wakko was the one who landed the first blow, as he somersaulted over to Marita and took out a mallet, then slammed it the fuck down upon her head. "UUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHH!" Marita bellowed. Wakko then landed on his feet while slamming her first in the left side, then in the right with his mallet, evoking: "OOOOOWWWWWW! UUUUNNNNNNGGGGHH!" from Marita. Following this, he swung it and nailed her square in the belly.

Ironically, this hit was barely felt by her, although it did tickle and cause her to burst into laughter: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That tickles, Wakko!" Obviously, this was due to all of her belly's thick, soft, oozing blubber catching it and blocking it away from harming that region of her and how the damage was thus minimal, if not nonexistent. Ironically, it did cause real big harm to Wakko as it bounced back at him due to how bouncy her belly was thanks to all of that flab. It nailed him in the face and knocked him down, making him say: "UUUUNNNNHHHH!" and also drop it. "Damn!" Wakko exclaimed. "Talk about ignominious! Hoist by my own petard, I tell you!" He picked up the mallet and put it away, then he stood up again.

Just afterwards, Marita grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him forward, subsequently head-butting him in the face. "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHH!" Wakko bellowed, and just after tossing him to the ground and causing him to hit it hard, resulting in him yelling out from the impact and pain of it: "UUUUNNNNNNNNFFFFFFFF!" Marita said to Wakko: "And I've got to say, I feel pretty damn lousy performing this sort of dirty, rotten method of attack on you, Wakko! But in a situation with this much at stake, and with these sorts of fights forced on us, it just plain goes without saying that anything goes!"

"I see what you mean, Marita!" Wakko replied as he sprung back up again. He then did an acrobatic and athletic flip/summersault over her and landed behind her, with Marita trying and failing to grab hold of him during this. After he'd landed, he began driving punches and kicks galore into her back, which, unlike her belly, wasn't nearly as covered with and piled on by fat, and as such was much easier to cause pain and/or damage to. "ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!" Marita bellowed as hit after hit connected with her, from Wakko's fists and feet alike. Wakko said to her while delivering these blows: "And likewise, I take no joy whatsoever in what I am currently doing to you, or any of this, for that matter, just like no one but that motherfucker Monty does! But you do what you've gotta do, especially at times like this!" But Marita an instant later spun around and pasted Wakko with a backhand punch of her left fist, knocking him down. "UUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHH!" Wakko barked.

"Well said, Wakko!" Marita told him, right before she pulled him up to kick him twice more, once with each foot, and then land a right hook upon him to knock him down again. "OOOWWWWWWWW! AAAARRRRRHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOF!" yelled out Wakko, but he hopped up and landed an elbow on Marita's chin, right before kneeing her in the left thigh and then in the right side, followed by how he jumped up and landed an elbow in Marita's forehead. "NNNNNNGGGGGHHHH! GNNNNNNNHHHHH! NNNNNHHHH! UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!" Marita yowled.

But Marita wasn't yet through, as proven by how she clapped her hands onto the sides of Wakko's skull and then did the same fucking thing with her fists. "UUUUNNNNNHHHHHH! AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!" Wakko screeched. But he countered this by using it against her, and in the same fucking way that she goddamn did it to him. "YAAAARRRGGH! UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!" Marita cried. She fought back when she first banged Wakko with her belly, knocking him over and a few feet away. "WHUUUUUMMMMPPPPPPFFFF!" Wakko exclaimed. He then started pushing himself up, only to see her come over and sit on him.

"YUUUUUMMMMMMMPPPPPFFFFFFFF!" Wakko went, and Marita would then say: "I'm really sorry about this, Wakko." Wakko responded, barely able to squeeze words out through the dense, heavy and massive bulk that was currently pressing him down against the ground: "Apology…accepted…Marita…and…I'm…really…sorry…about…this…" Suddenly confused, Marita asked: "Huh?" as she looked at him. Suddenly, she felt Wakko's tail tickling both her belly and her belly button. "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAGAIN!" Marita erupted into laughter.

Wakko said: "Sorry, but it's the only chance I've currently got to win this fight, and we both must do what we can to win at all costs, since that's the only thing which is affordable here, given the fucking circumstances!" He kept tickling her until she finally was unable not to get up off of him, and while she was bent over laughing, he pushed himself up(with some effort due to how her having sat on him caused considerable and significant pain and damage to him)and then ran over and slammed her with his right shoulder, knocking her over. "UUUUUHHHHHHFFF! GWWWWUUUUMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFF!" Marita boomed.

Wakko also got a hold of her and slammed her first to the left and then to the right, right before throwing her hard and making her land even harder. "UUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHHH! YAAAAAARRRRRRRHHHHHH! WUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" Marita yelled out, but she took hold of Wakko's tail and slammed him to the right, then to the left, and after it happened with Wakko going: "YUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHH! OOOONNNNFFFFFFF!" she stood up and pulled him over, right before she wrapped her arms around him while burying his face and all the rest of the front of his body into her gut, not unlike what she had done to Buttons before, especially with how tight she made her grip and hold.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFF!" Wakko went out as he struggled to try and get free, but Marita was holding him there very nice and tightly. Marita said to Wakko while this happened: "I did this to Buttons when I fought him in order to win my fight before this one, and although I don't like doing this to him, you or anyone else, we both want this fight over no later than the earliest that it can be, so I must use this move on you, even though, as I said, I don't want or like to do it any more than I like anything else about this awful ordeal!" In the next instant, though, Wakko managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat(ironic yet fitting for someone with as big an appetite as his)with the next set of moves that he made.

First, he pinched Marita's belly button in a manner that tickled like crazy, and Marita at once dropped him and threw her head back in laughter: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Wakko then used his fingers to tickle her belly further, covering every space of it that he possibly could and tickling with all his might. "HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" wailed Marita with laughter.

Finally, Wakko did a spin kick into her ankles to knock her down, then, after she landed on her back and went: "OOOOOMMMMMMPPPPFFFFFF!" he hopped up onto her belly and got into position while she giggled a bit: "HEE, HEE, HEE…" right before he took a hold of her shoulders, pulled them and her neck and head forward and head-butted her in the face, catching her completely unawares, off guard and by surprise and knocking her unconscious as a result. In the next instant, the back of her head met the ground again along with the rest of the back of her body, then Wakko hopped off of her belly and landed on the ground, right before he looked at her.

He shook his head unhappily and then sighed: "And, both because, as you said, we both want, or actually, by now, wanted, this battle to end at the soonest time that it can conclude, and because we both have immense distaste for this crap, and for me to say that, you know it's gotta be true, not to mention how, as has also been made clear, we both must do all we can to win, I am sorry to say that I had to perform the sorts of attacks that I just did on you. I know that it was a really dirty, sneaky and crummy way to get myself free and make a comeback, and I apologize to you most sincerely for both that and how much it had to hurt and humiliate you. It was not something I enjoyed doing. Not by a long shot. It was simply something that had to be done, and I am just glad that this fucking fight is finally over. In fact, I thank God it is."

But Wakko had barely finished his sentence when he heard Monty cry out: "Just like was the case the last time he fought, which was also the first fucking fight that fucking happened, the winner is Wakko Warner! You did it again, Wakko! Just like you took down your Warner brother Yakko the last time you were in a fight, you brought down Marita of the Hip Hippos this second of times that you goddamn got into one! Might not have been easy given her size advantage, power level and damage resistance, but you really were plenty faster, more agile and higher on skill and intelligence than the fat bitch, and that was what made the difference as you easily found your fucking way the fuck around her! Tell me, Wakko, which was harder for you? Knocking out your own brother or having to make the kinds of moves you did on blimp broad here to win at the last motherfucking moment?"

About the only thing that prevented Wakko from doing positively medieval on Monty was simultaneously knowing both how much remained in danger and that he would not allow Monty to get to him and just as simultaneously knowing that the fight was over and that he just needed to go back to the group and watch while keeping Marita safe, alongside the fact that he was quite worn down and injured by this point, and therefore couldn't afford to attempt to make mincemeat out of Monty despite how much the bastard well deserved it, something that he also knew all too well and equally simultaneously. Were it not for these things I just established, there are no words to describe what sort of horrible, horrendous and blood-run-cold kind of things Wakko would perform on Monty without a second's hesitation if given the chance by this point.

Especially given the way that Monty looked at him directly at the same time as vice versa, and while Monty had a smile that almost took up his entire face shown to Wakko in a very jeering and snide kind of fashion, Wakko was giving Monty a dirty look that had the words: "You're just real damn lucky that I'm too fucking tired, banged up and knowledgeable about what's most fucking important here to do anything to you. Because otherwise, there's no describing what I'd goddamn do to your fucking ass, and not in a good way by any fucking stretch of the fucking imagination, you son of a bitch of a fucked-up piece of shit fucking asshole!" written all the fuck over it.

Monty just let out a conceited cackle and said: "We're through with this fucking battle, though, so you motherfucking make your fucking way the fuck back to that goddamn group right this fucking instant, Wakko! And take the tubby tramp with you, too, will you, ya twat? I don't give a fucking shit how the hell you goddamn do it, either. Just get the both of you to the group any which way you fucking can! And don't procrastinate, put it off, take too long or anything like any of those things, either! Ironic and hilarious that, if your fucking roles were reversed, she'd just carry you after hearing similar shit to this, but with more remarks about her weight than I last fucking said to her than the last time I saw her, namely when she beat Buttons, isn't it, Warner? Even if she'd undoubtedly take just as long to get you back to the group with her as it will take you to somehow bring her back there along with yourself with how fat and slow she is for a further irony! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Turning away from Monty while putting all of his urge resisting abilities and willpower along with all of his strength of spirit fully the fuck into play to make sure it would suffice, which was crucial before, but especially after hearing that humongous barrage of shameless insults from Monty, he went over to a spot where he could start rolling Marita in a way so that she wasn't hurt any further and could continue sleeping off her last-minute defeat. Then he began said rolling, of course focusing entirely on that until he was close enough to the group to say: "Everybody get out of the way in some way or another, please! I need to get Marita here into a proper space to allow her to properly recuperate from our fight while she's comatose!"

The others in the group who were conscious nodded, and made sure to move in such ways so that they could still do what they'd been doing before for those who they'd beaten and were tending to, but there'd be enough room for Wakko to do the same for Marita just as well as they did for those other currently out ones and of course just as much as she needed it, which was obviously also the case with all of the other ones who were out cold at the moment. It's rather evident that, in the case of Yakko and Buttons, Wakko was tending to them, too, just as he had been doing before with the former and Marita had been doing before with the latter, and that he and the other still conscious ones made sure that was possible in terms of space, rearrangement of location and the like in the way that was required for this to happen, too.

Anyway, to make sure he focused on Yakko, Buttons and Marita at the same time, Wakko placed Yakko and Buttons in his lap and stroked the latter with one hand while keeping the former safe under the arm connected to that hand and, since Marita was now again in the position she'd been in before Wakko started rolling her, he rubbed her belly with the other hand. He said: "My, how ironic. I'm not only taking care of my brother, who I beat, and Buttons, who Marita beat, but I'm also doing the same fucking thing for that same Marita, who I also beat! Yeah, it can be done at the same time and I'm doing it, but I just can't get over the damn irony of it all, dammit!" Just as soon as everything was properly in place, Minerva commented: "Another fight comes to a close, this one the sixth in total."

She let out a sigh and then said: "Still, I can see them continuing, especially now, but even after this particular brand of them fucking ends. I know I shouldn't tempt fate, but I just somehow see it happening, knowing Monty and what he's thought up so far." And, after she said this, both coincidentally and ironically but also both appropriately and fittingly, who was heard by everyone? Why, Monty! And he beckoned: "All of you toon twats all ears and listening good? I certainly and sure as hell fucking hope so, because this is the one and only time I'll fucking say this to you! Now I want the ones who are the chosen pair for the fight which happens after this just concluded one of them to be Rita and Squit!"

Upon hearing this, all of the Animaniacs who were being spoken to by Monty shot their eyes wide open, especially Rita and Squit, whose eyes opened the widest of all. Monty then gave a short laugh and continued: "Hey, you know how it is! Cats and birds are natural enemies, so I'm goddamn going to fucking capitalize on that fucking adage and seize the one opportunity I now have to motherfucking make that shit into a fucking fight! Yeah, it's one of the few times where the cat doesn't fucking want it any more than the bird does, but what I say goes, and I say that this is what fucking happens next and now! Don't make me order you again! I don't give a flying fuck if neither you, fleabag, or you, birdbrain, doesn't want it! Your instincts should make it easier for you than it was for most opponents here, and I'm not goddamn giving either of you a fucking choice! Now get the fuck to it, fuzzy fuckhole and feathery fuckhead! You both know what I'll do if you don't, and so does everyone else in this fucking vicinity!"

Despite how furious and irascible they both were towards Monty, especially given how he'd emphasized what he wanted by making fun of both how the cat and bird predator and prey matters were well known and just as well documented and how they were a rare exception in that neither of them felt like it, nor did the one of them who might have felt like it have any reason to, and thus didn't any more than the one of them who never would, Rita and Squit both knew the rules and what they had little choice or alternative but to do, especially the former, given that she was the substantially smarter of the two. Rita sighed with frustration, displeasure, dismay, chagrin, irritation and upset: "Well, here we go again. Come on, Squit. This already hurts like hell enough. Let's get it done the fucking first chance that we goddamn get so that it doesn't get any worse than it already is."

"Judicious idea, Rita." Squit replied. "Man, oh, man! A cat and a bird agreeing with each other, AND a cat who doesn't want to attack a bird any more than the bird wants to attack either of them, thanks to how neither has any reason to do so! And in such a rare-ass fucking instance, both are fucking forced to goddamn go the fuck at it! Oh, the irony of it all!" "I know, right?" a concurring reply from Rita consisted of. "And there that same irony goes again just now!" After this, Rita and Squit, respectively, padded and flew their way over to the area where Monty invariably had the fights take place whenever he assigned them to happen. Then, after Rita was looking frontwards at Squit and Squit had landed and was looking just as frontwards as Rita, they posed and readied themselves for the battle which was nearly going to ensue.

Both of them had previously had no fucking idea that it was actually possible for them to hate this any more, but they were now able to see that they'd been proven wrong. Very wrong, indeed. But they also kept in mind that they were not to lose their cool or let anything get under their skin to the point where they'd try anything stupid that would feel good at first but be something they deeply regretted in the worst possible fucking way later. So they kept themselves good and stable, nice and collected, though it was hard beyond words despite how they were able to do it, and they got ready for what was their only option.

Monty, however(and they both knew it despite neither looking at him)was beyond joyous and well past chipper. For now another one of his fucking forced fights lay ahead of him to film and watch. This was obviously a complete contradiction of how Rita and Squit alike felt and were just barely able to properly keep under control, to themselves and hidden adequately. Their pain and anger was the polar opposite of his unable to believe it was even possible for anyone, him or otherwise, to have reached the level of pleasure and happiness that he was at now, and in the most extreme way and sense. Anyway, Rita and Squit could tell how their time to fight each other as their second fight was closing in on them at quite a fast rate.

And neither was going to let it last longer than it would have to last no matter what if they could fucking help it. They'd both fight their hardest, sure, but they would do so in as much of a way to make it so that the fight ended in as little time as it could as was possible for one or both of them. That meant there was no way in hell that either was going to allow themselves to miss when Monty gave them the signal to go at it/come to blows/battle/clash/take each other on/fight. No way, no how. You get the picture. Anyhow, one has to ask…who was it going to be who claimed the victory of the battle this time? Both had won their respective fights, namely Rita against Slappy and, before that, Squit against Pesto. But now for this next of fights they'd engage in, they were taking on each other. And more than this, who was Monty going to summon to do battle once they were done, whichever one of them was the winner? That Monty was, once again, close to running out of possible fights to put together by now, only further added to that question. Yeah, those he was forcing to fight wanted an end to come as soon as possible and anytime would do for them, but he didn't want an end to come until there was absolutely no way he could continue to get his battle making a stay of execution. So, if he did do it, how would he? And if he didn't, what would happen following that and what it would result in? This chapter isn't going to answer any of those questions, particularly with how it's now over, but the next chapter will answer all of those questions.

END OF CHAPTER 7

That's that for this chapter! Please let me know whether or not this was a good read for you, not just because it was the most recent of chapters for this fic, but also because it was the start of the second phase of these fights! I am hoping it was an enjoyable read for you, and furthermore, I would like to add a few things here. First, I want to make it clear that I had Wakko win on account of the fact that, while he could have just as easily been brought down by Marita as she could have by him, he's got more toon-related matters kind of experience than she does, being one of the Warners, and his weapons add an extra kick of sorts. This, in addition to the way that he is much quicker, more skilled and more agile than her, with reflexes that are also much quicker than hers are, just like is the case with his speed. Not to mention that he's not clueless nearly as often as she is, even if he has had times where he's out of it, and he's more physical than she is, and thus obviously more aggressive, just like he's more physical/aggressive than either of his Warner siblings. So, that said, I saw to it that Wakko would overcome Marita and therefore win the fight with her. Even as this fight could have ended up with either one of its opponents as the winner, I narrowed things down and went with Wakko in the end. Sure, it was a hell of a fight and took quite a bit of time, but all the same, well, you get my point by this point(HA!). Okay, then, time to move on to this next thing I've got to let you know here. Along with how, just like last time they had to fight, Wakko and Marita engaged in this clash with a great deal of unwilling reluctance and dislike and only did it because it was that or things that were plenty more terrible(and this has consistently been the case with any and all fighters in this story, anyway), we will in the chapter that succeeds this one be seeing another fight of two Animaniacs who previously won the original battles which they were in. Namely, the one of Rita and Squit. As you read at the end of this chapter, Monty capitalized on the well known fact of cats and birds being natural enemies, respectively predator and prey. Funny thing is that, in this instance, the cat who is Rita and the bird who is Squit aren't at each other's throats because they want to be, nor do they have any reason or intent to kill each other. But they are going to try to beat one another in battle, because that's their only choice thanks to the ever so hateful bastard who is Monty. Big irony there. Of course they utterly loathe it all even more than they detested their forced fighting of before, which is quite a statement. But there are no alternatives that will do anything but worsen things, so they're doing what's got to be done. Rita has the obvious size advantage over Squit, and has quite a bit more strength, speed, agility, reflexes, stamina, intelligence, claw and mouth sharpness(in both ways, really), leaping ability and, of course, fighting skills than he does. However, unlike Squit, she cannot fly, and while Rita can leap high and has impressive durability/resilience/resistance to injury/tolerance for pain, Squit has such an incredible amount of pain tolerance/damage resistance/durability/resilience thanks to what has to have happened after all those beatings from Pesto he's received that he has more of a chance in this sort of fight than most birds would have with cats, Rita or otherwise. Not to mention that, being covered with feathers, he can distract Rita and leave her open by tickling her, if need be, although Rita's tail would come in handy as a weapon far more than Squit's would. So, despite Rita having more advantages than Squit, it still can be wondered and/or debated as to who is going to win the fight. Rita is more likely to, but Squit might be able to if he plays his cards right before Rita catches on, although that would be nearly impossible, given how intelligent Rita is, but still. With how one of them will indeed win in the chapter that follows this one, who will it be, and which pair of winners will Monty have go for each other's throats following that, most especially considering the fact that Monty will, by then, be running very low on fights that he can make before having to call it quits because he's truly hit a wall? Well, you'll only learn by reading the chapter after this one after I've posted it, and since I know you're itching for what the answers to these questions are, you'll have no problem checking it out once the chance arises! For now, however, please give this chapter ratings and reviews, all!