Well, here we have it! The eighth chapter of this tale, and the next one of the ones that shows us a fight between two Animaniacs who have fought previously and who won their respective fights! In the last one of this fanfic's chapters, Wakko and Marita, who had beforehand taken on and defeated Yakko and Buttons, respectively, did battle with one another reluctantly by the ever so continuing and tyrannical, oppressive and selfish command of Monty, following how he had forced winners of previous fights to battle other winners of previous fights in whatever way he could form such sparring clashes, with those two only being the first pair of them who he goddamn did this to. After an unbelievably long, close and grueling battle, Wakko was able to make a sudden comeback on Marita when she had him on the ropes and knock her out, thereby triumphing over her. This was in the previous chapter, though. In this chapter that succeeds it, the confrontation between two winners of the rumbles of before consists of Rita and Squit, who, when they previously were in a fight, battled, respectively, Slappy Squirrel and Pesto. Squit took out Pesto by a narrow margin in his fight after a long-lasting and extremely impressible rumble, and later on from that, Rita brought down Slappy, also by a narrow margin, in her fight following an extreme, intense, amazing, hardcore and lengthy brawl. This next battle they are unwillingly involved in by Monty forcing them to be, however, consists of them coming to blows with each other. Both have won when they fought a different opponent before, but only one of them can win this time. Although Rita has more advantages than Squit, being a cat and all and having such a size different and higher level of fighting skills than Squit does, not to mention how she has more claws and teeth in her mouth that are just as sharp and more in the strength, speed, agility, durability, reflexes, stamina and intelligence departments, here's something to keep in mind. Squit still has more of a chance against her than most birds would, given his considerable durability/pain tolerance/resistance to injury brought on by all those beatings Pesto gave him over the years, and he can fly, something Rita cannot do. Sure, Rita can leap pretty high, but there are limits to that, whereas Squit has no limits to how high he can fly. And he's got claws of his own on his feet and a sharp beak, even if no sharp teeth, and he does have some fighting ability, even if not comparable to Rita's. To say nothing of how he can utilize his feathers to tickle Rita and both distract her and leave her open for an attack which she'll be totally unprepared for. Thus, Rita has more of a chance than Squit does, but it still isn't clear who will win this fight despite how a cat versus bird fight would ordinarily be one-sided. Let's not forget that these two also have some traits shared even if they are opposites for the most part, the way that both have been given more than their share of pain, albeit on different levels for different reasons, and with how they are each half of the ad nauseam adage of the "cat and bird" cliché, given that Rita is one of the former and Squit is one of the latter. On to the way that yet another male versus female, or, in this case, female versus male, fight is shown in this story, we must ask ourselves…who will win, especially since what would normally be a one-sided kind of fight isn't that simple or predictable this time? Not to mention that neither has met defeat prior to now, but one of them inevitably will due to how only one can be the victor? In any case, this is not only, as mentioned before, the second winner against winner fight and the eighth one of these battles in all, but it's also the third time two opponents of opposite genders have taken one another on despite how neither wishes to because it's their only choice! As for the question of just who will triumph, you will find out the answer when you read the chapter ahead of you! And hey, I know you're psyched as hell for it, anyhow! With that being said and in fact the case, the barely able to stay calm and collected to an even greater extent(which is saying a lot)by this point Rita and Squit are about to take each other on in combat for the knowledge that the both of them have that it's the only way to make sure things don't worsen and that they can help things get closer to the end of all of this horrific shit. It's by no means to their liking in any way at all, but it's got to be done, and so they'll do it without holding back simply to make sure of it that there's no way they allow it to last longer than it must if either or both of them has anything to say about it. Besides, holding back isn't either one's style, especially Rita's. Most likely, you want to see how things turn out in this chapter and what it leads to in this overall story even more than was the case with its predecessor, which is quite a statement, indeed, I might add. And, if so, such things can only be compounded by the way that the two sides of this upcoming brawl are victors in the rumbles they were previously a part of! Is Rita going to live up to what's usually expected when a cat meets a bird and vice versa and defeat Squit, the difference being that she neither kills nor eats him, with the way that this particular case is/the way things are in this particular instance? Or is Squit going to make it so that this is not only one of the very few times in which a bird has something of a chance against a cat, but also one of the very few times that a bird actually defeats a cat for a change as he does to her what previously did to Pesto and what she, later on from that but before now, did to Slappy? You'll know full well what this battle will end the fuck up being like when you give this chapter a reading, and I hope it's a good read for you, too! And so, without further ado, I present it to you now!

THINGS TO NOTE:

I own none of the characters. This is because, other than Montana Max, who belongs to Tiny Toon Adventures, the characters all belong to Animaniacs.

Animaniacs VS Animaniacs

Chapter 8-Rita VS Squit

Yet again, Rita and Squit were in a spot that they hated with a vengeance the first time and now, the second time they were in that spot, they hated it even more vehemently, something they didn't think was possible until it actually happened. This was, after all, the second time that they were being forced to fight because any other possibility of what might happen in these dire and difficult circumstances. And it hurt them like hell and cut them to the core enough the first time. It still had to happen, though, for the sake of anything and everything that was at all good.

This meant that they would once more find themselves posing and readying themselves for the inevitable confrontation that was soon to come their way. Very soon, as a matter of fact, to the point that it was very nearly there already. They knew not how they had lasted this long, nor how they would continue to last despite how it was obviously going to happen somehow, as it had to and was the only way that even resembled anything that wasn't indescribably awful and unspeakably bad, but it was a small comfort for them that, by this point, Monty had to have really run low on battles he could make, and was even closer to having to put things to a close than he was the last time he was approaching being out of them.

Still, a small comfort was only a small one despite being better than none at all, especially with as huge an amount of suffering as they were currently ignoring and enduring, and neither Rita nor Squit had any intention of making the battle last if it was possible to shorten it to its shortest possible amount of time. Why they hadn't already reached their breaking points, they had no clue, outside, of course, of the fact that they knew that wasn't affordable with all that was at stake and would continue to be at least until Monty could no longer make matchups. But despite that and being unaware how much more of this they could tolerate, they knew what the safest of choices was, and why that choice was their only choice.

So it was taking one another on in battle time for both of them as they fought once more. They could already tell only too blatantly that the bodily damage they'd take from their scrap was surely going to pale in comparison to what their souls and minds felt like right now and would feel like more than ever during and after the battle that lay ahead of them. Neither was any stranger to hardship and/or pain, the way that, before everything was set right, both of them got more than their share of both in different ways for different reasons, but this was in a league that few, if any, even knew was capable of existing, themselves included.

They refused to allow this to break them or do anything resembling anything like that, though. They had to keep up until this had finally come the fuck to an end, and in a situation as trying, dire and harrowing as this one, they would not let it goddamn get so much as a speck worse. Now, then, let's recap some things about both of them in terms of their physical assets, advantages and the like.

It was obvious as much as conspicuous that Rita had the greater chance and amount of things going for her. After all, on top of the fact that she was quite intelligent, strong, fast, agile, durable, high on stamina and possessing of quick, sharp reflexes, she also had unbelievably sharp street fighting skills from the way her life was for a long time. Not to mention that, being a cat, she naturally had sharp teeth and claws that she was easily able to utilize as weapons, along with an impressive leaping ability. She was even able to use her tail as a weapon if the need for that arose. However, Squit was not without his advantages, either.

For along with how he could fly and Rita couldn't, the most blatant advantage he had over her, his beak and toe claws were plenty sharp enough to be useful as weapons. That, and in addition to how he was fairly fast and strong, though not on Rita's level, he was more durable, pain tolerant and resistant to injury than she was due to years of beatings at Pesto's hands/wings. Plus, while not as smart or skilled as Rita, he was perfectly able to fight, as he knew perfectly well how to do it. Along with the fact that, given his feathers, he would be able to capitalize on the fact that Rita was a ticklish cat if such a manner of attack was required for one reason or another. So Rita had more assets, but this battle of cat and bird wasn't as one-sided as most such fights were.

It was therefore not easy to tell who'd win, but when the fight was over, it would be known who won. They were both looking in each other's direction, and Rita was saying to Squit: "Here it is, Squit. The second fucking time we have to put ourselves through this crap. And I'm not fighting Slappy, nor are you taking on Pesto. We're doing battle with each other this time." Squit then agreed: "True, that. On all counts, in fact. And neither of us has lost before, but there's no way in hell that one of us isn't goddamn going to in this fight. It's just not possible or an option." "No, it isn't." Rita nodded.

Then she added: "And here we are, a cat and a bird, agreeing with each other again. This is definitely one for the history books." "Or even the book of world records, but I see your point." replied Squit. "Well, lucky thing is that Monty can't have too many more fights he can create after this one, the way that he's running even lower on viable options than before by this point." "Yeah, but let's not breathe a sigh of relief just yet." Rita pointed out. "Think of how you and I still have to come to blows alone, and then there's how he might be able to think up at least one last one following how our fucking fight ends, whoever the hell fucking wins."

"I see what you mean." Squit acknowledged, and then he went: "Well, lucky thing is we aren't going to let ourselves be broken by this crap for shit, and furthermore, I think it's safe to say that you're of the intent to shorten this as much as is within our power if goddamn given the fucking chance every bit as much as I am." "Indeed, it is, for I most definitely am." Rita confirmed. Squit then exclaimed: "There we go agreeing again! Am I really a bird? Are you really a cat?" "Yeah, I'm feeling that way all of a sudden, too," Rita responded, "although I know you don't mean it literally any more than I do, but it's clear what the fucking idea and meaning of it is." Squit nodded, and then Rita asked: "Guess the next thing we'll agree on is to not let Monty's signal pass our ears, especially mine, given their fucking sharpness, so that we can what's our only choice over with as soon and as fast as we're able to."

"Gotcha." Squit then told her. They listened, and Monty was suddenly screaming: "Why don't you two agree with each other to shut the fuck up, huh?! I didn't tell you to converse, I told you to clash! Cats and birds are natural-ass fucking enemies, anyway! Why the hell do you fucking think that I had it so that you two were fucking arranged to be the ones in the next fucking battle?! I'm not goddamn giving this goddamn demand more fucking times than one, and so I would advise you to be silent and listen for it! Your motherfucking mewer shut, Rita?! Your fucking beak shut, Squit?! You goddamn get what I'm damn well trying to fucking tell your sorry asses here, catty and birdbrained?!"

Rita and Squit couldn't believe that they were able to bring themselves to look in Monty's direction by this point, the way he had just spoken to them in particular adding so very motherfucking much to this on top of what cause they already had to hate his guts with a passion and a vengeance, but despite that and how their already overwhelming loath towards him had now skyrocketed, which is indeed quite something to say, they managed to look at him, give a single, firm nod and turn away again. They never thought they'd ever see the day that either of them, let alone both, were as filled with wrath and loathing as they were right now. Even if it was obviously justified, given Monty's actions and all that they resulted in and were going to result in.

But they kept it good and under their thumbs(although they didn't actually have any thumbs, being a cat and a bird)and reminded themselves of what would happen if they didn't do this the way that they had done it before, were doing it now and were about to do it, along with how they'd continue to do it that way until it was no longer required of them. They now decided to say nothing until they were in combat, with how they were only just able to succeed at how they did things during this for how it was crucial that they did and then only since they put all of what they had and could possibly muster into it. Especially since they could not afford to miss Monty yelling out that they would now take each other on.

After a few moments of waiting silently and as patiently as they could(which admittedly was very little, but still), Monty thundered: "Well, now, you aren't as dumb as I believed you to be, after all! Now this is more fucking like it! But you're still a fleabag and a feather duster! Now, fight!" Thus, it was on. Rita ran forward towards Squit at the same time as Squit leapt into the air and started flying. But Rita was still the one who landed the first blow, as she jumped up and used her tail to smack Squit, knocking him back some. "UUUUNNNNNNNFFFFFFFF!" Squit squawked, but he got himself back into position in the air and, just as Rita landed, swooped down and used his entire body to nail her in the side.

"UUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!" Rita caterwauled(pun very much intended), but she counterattacked by doing a swing of her left fist in the form of a backhand punch, connecting and knocking Squit back once again. "OOOOOOOOOOF!" he went, but was able to get flying up high so that he'd have time to get his shit back together and fly back down to fight on. And fly back down he did, using the claws on his toes to rip open wounds on Rita's back, though they were small, minor and non-serious, and of course not life-threatening. Neither wanted to kill the other despite how that was rarely the case in a battle of cat and bird. Even so, it felt nasty, and Rita yowled out: "YEEEEEOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!"

But she ignored the wounds, especially since they only bled a small amount, and before Squit could get out of her reach again, she reached out and grabbed him by the tail, then slammed him first to the right of her and then to the left, right before tossing him to the ground. "WHOA! UUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH! UUUUUUUNNNNNFFFF! WHOOOAAAA!" went out Squit, and after he hit the ground, he screeched: "AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHH!" While he got up, Rita said: "Not bad, Squit! Guess your kind of lifestyle taught you a thing or two about what has the greatest chance of aiding you in times of crisis, problems and the like!"

"Yeah, you could say that!" said Squit as he got back up, jumped into the air for the second time and was flying again after that. "Pretty good moves there yourself, Rita! Looks like living on the streets for so long can, in some ways, do you a favor, huh?" "I suppose that's one way to look at it, sure." Rita answered, then he flew around, away from and at her, this time at the side of her he hadn't struck yet and he was using his left shoulder and head instead of his whole body. It still caused pain and damage, though, and Rita went: "AAAAARRRRGGHH!" Then Squit flew above her neck and flew down to nail it with his right shoulder, which resulted in Rita screaming: "AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!"

He also flew away from there and above her head, right before flying down to do a one-two sequence of elbowing blows into it. Rita screeched: "OOOOWWWW! AAAAAAGHH!" When Squit flew away from her head, though, Rita took advantage of how he was far enough away for her to try a charging head-butt and how his back was currently turned. She ran up to him and rammed him with her head, taking him completely by surprise. This knocked him forward and caused him to spin a few times, and Squit screamed: "WHUUUMMMMPPPFFFF!" while doing everything he could to regain a proper balance and flying coordination and concentration.

Although he was able to get into the air far enough above Rita to be out of her reach in the process, he still needed to clear his head before he could attack again, which he was able to after a few seconds. Then he looked down at Rita and said: "Clever girl!" This was followed by how he flew downwards towards her ass after flying a circle around her and, once starting another one, stopped when he saw that he was directly above her ass, and as soon as he was close enough, he pecked her in the ass repeatedly, on both sides of it, as well as above where her tail started. While doing so, he said: "But you haven't won yet!" Rita, during this, was going out: "OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW!"

But she struck back via wrapping her tail around Squit and constricting him with it, then by throwing him forwards some and doing an uppercut punch with her right fist, right before she did a handstand and connected with a one-two kick onto Squit, which made it so that Squit cried out: "AAAAARRRRRCCCCKKKK! WHOAAAA…OOOOOMMMMPPPPPFFFFFFF! UUUNNNNNN! UUUUUUUFFFFFF!" She also got back onto all four feet, jumped up and clapped her forepaws onto Squit, knocking him to the ground, and she also nailed him with a clapping of both of her fists made from those same forepaws after that. "OOOWWWWGGGH! UNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Squit shouted aloud.

"Maybe not, Squit, but I'm on my way there, seeing as how I'm goddamn going in the right goddamn direction for being of that fucking status!" Rita told him. Squit wasn't done yet, though, and he proved it by rolling away from Rita, getting back up after he was far enough away to try what he was going to try, hopping into the air, flying into that same air and then flying towards Rita in a way that made it so that he was under her stomach. This was followed by how he landed a one-two punch into Rita's stomach and responded: "Maybe so, Rita, but that isn't the same as being of that fucking status!" "WWWWWHOOOOOOOLLLLLLLFFFFF! YUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLFFFFFFFFFF!" Rita howled, and Squit then flipped over and nailed her in the belly with a two-footed kick. "GWUUUMMMMMPPPPPPFFFFFF!" Rita yowled, and while she was reeling a bit, Squit flew in a way so that he flew away from under her belly and was no longer upside down, then flew right in front of her face.

As he was facing her, he clapped his wings onto her head and then did the same thing to her, only with his wings turned into fists. "NNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! GYAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Rita shouted. But not only did Rita suddenly stand up and then hit him with her left shoulder and subsequently do the same fucking thing with her right, resulting in Squit going the fuck on out: "WUUUUNNNNNNGGGHHHH! UNNNNGGGGHHHHHFFFFFFFF!" but she further counterattacked him by using her claws to open wounds on the bird, even if she made sure they were only minor and non-serious, non-life-threatening wounds that would only bleed a little bit and hurt to a regular extent as opposed to a horrible, excruciating one.

Even so, Squit was unable not to go: "E-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" even though he knew that Rita was doing him the same favor with how she used her claws on him as he did her when he used his claws on her, just like Rita knew all of that, too. He wasn't yet defeated despite this, as shown by how he first brought a two-fisted punch(made from his wings, of course)down upon her skull, then balled both of the ends of his wings into a fist and did an uppercut punch upon her chin. "AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNN! GYAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!" Rita cried out, but despite this and how Squit, even after Rita got on her back and cut him in the same way she had with her finger claws, only fewer times, with her toe claws, making him go: "YAAAAAAAARRRRHHHHHHHH!" then flew up into the sky again, what happened next would determine the fight's outcome.

This was because, when he flew down towards her planning to attack once more, first by using the feathers on his wings and tail to tickle her and then by using a surprise attack to put her on the ropes, here's the thing. He did succeed in the former, tickling her belly and sides alike and causing Rita to burst out laughing: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" After all, Rita was very ticklish. But when he was about to perform his surprise attack, which, I should mention, would consist of a dive bombing of sorts to hit her with considerable impact and enough to put her out of the fight, or at least close to that, anyway, Rita turned the tables on him.

Because, as she said: "Not a bad strategy, and you almost got me! But now you're falling short of success as I cut your little trick short right here and now!" she made sure of it that he wouldn't get the chance to pull this stunt when she landed a two-fisted uppercut on him, causing him to shriek: "OOOOOONNNNNNMMMPPPPFFFFFF!" followed by balling both of her hands into a fist, bringing it downwards and nailing him, Squit squawking: "UUUNNNNNNNNNHHHHHHFFFFFFF!" Then, when he was dazed and struggling to clear it away while barely managing to stay in the air, Rita promptly went forward while landing back onto all fours and closed her mouth around him. He was completely trapped and encased in the whole of her mouth, and Rita shook her head first horizontally and then vertically, both multiple times, and finally she spit him out, causing him to land onto the ground once more.

Dizzy though he was, he managed to clear his head enough to see that he was out of her mouth and currently on the ground. He subsequently stood up, pointed at Rita and said: "That was quite a combo, Rita, and one hell of an incredible reversal attack on me! But what I'm now going to use on you will be certain to…" While he said his second sentence, he attempted to jump up and start flying again, but he couldn't feel it happening. In fact, he was still on the ground and felt heavier, denser, wetter and stickier than he had before. "What the hell?!" he exclaimed. "I…I can't fly anymore! What the fuck is goddamn going on here?!" Rita then ran forward and explained while also pouncing on/tackling/plowing into Squit: "Having part of that combo be you spending the time that you did in my mouth saw to it that some of my saliva goddamn got the fuck into your fucking feathers! That made it so that it got soaked up and stuck to them, and your feathers got so sticky, dense and heavy that you could no longer fly, depleting what advantage it provided you over me! It'll be a while before your feathers dry up and you can fly again, by the way, and by then, our fucking fight will be long over!" Squit, meanwhile, from the tackling I speak of, bellowed: "WWUUUUUUUULLLLLMMMMMNNNNNPPPPPPHHHHHHHFFFFFFFF!"

She, after pouncing upon Squit like she did, got rolling for a time until she leapt off of the ground once standing again. Then, in making sure that said leap would take them both forward towards the ground, she drove them both hard the fuck into it, even if only in a way that made them nail it against the surface and not ACTUALLY into it, for obvious reasons, and although neither was killed despite how both took the impact from, well, the impact, Squit took the brunt of it and it proved enough to knock him unconscious after a loud and long: "WUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!" Rita then stood back up again while placing the comatose and defeated Squit upon her back in a way so that he wasn't going to fall off and she'd easily be able to take him off when the time for that came.

Rita then told the out cold Squit: "Well, we're done with this at last. God, I was starting to fucking think that we'd never be. I know that we both hated doing the sorts of dirty tricks on each other that we did, just like we fucking hated this fucking battle in general, but since we both wanted it to end sooner instead of later if that was possible, we did what had to be done when it had to be done. Still, I thank Christ that this shit is fucking over, and I know that you will, too, after you wake up." All of a sudden, Rita, less than a second after finishing her statement, felt her sharp, acute ears pick up the sound of Monty's voice.

And, predictably, the reason for this, of course, was that now Monty was shouting on out: Just as it was what happened when she last entered a battle, which was also the last damn one of the original, first-time battles, I'd like to fucking add, the winner is Rita! You've done it again, Rita! First you slap up Slappy, now you shit on Squit! He might have put up more of a fight than most birds do against most cats, but your having quite a few more advantages going for you than he did for him, not the least of which was your respective intelligence levels, saw to it that you'd live up your reputation with how things are with you cats and birds like all other cats would in the end, against Squit or any other bird! Do be so goddamn good as to fucking tell me, Rita, are you losing your touch, with how this bird was harder for you to bring down than other birds have been in the past when you were hungry and saw one or more? Or were you struggling so much with how tempting it was to eat Squit out of instinct despite how you just wanted to defeat him, just as he only wanted to defeat you, and neither of you wanted to kill each other, that it left you distracted and open a lot and thus gave him more of a chance than he'd have otherwise? And I wonder which hurt more…knowing you had to fight and then knocked out an old lady? Or the knowledge that in one of the few times you were reluctant to attack a bird and actually agreed with one and vice versa was in such a situation as this and thus the time where it was most important that you do something that cats like you are best known for, for the ultimate collection of ironies?"

Rita was amazed that she had any self-control left whatsoever at this point, let alone enough not to go for Monty right then and there and shred him worse than a sheet of paper while making a ball of yarn even by ball of yarn standards out of him, or actually a human version thereof(if Monty could truly, or, really, at all in any way, be considered human). But she did, as it turned out, because despite all of what Monty had just said to her and the fact that he topped it off with a callous, malicious, malevolent, cruel, caustic, mocking, deriding and insulting smile on his face that he flashed at her quite directly and blatantly, she did not attempt to attack him. She knew that it could only be because she both remembered that the sleeping Squit was on her back and needed to be able to recover and therefore shouldn't be injured further and also recalled how much was, even now, still just as much on the line as it had been before, but she did turn out to have that remaining self-control of hers all the same. This, and she could tell that she was too busted up and tired out to be able to do what she was unable to help but entertain the thought of doing briefly, anyway.

As such, despite how she knew that what she would have to settle for was nowhere near proportionate to what Monty goddamn deserved, Rita still settled for just that. Which was to just glare at Monty in a manner and fashion that had a blatant showing of such words as: "Fuck off, you slimy-ass cocksucker of a chickenshit son of a bitch bastard asshole motherfucker! You think that the fucking fact you've goddamn got us trapped in this fucking position goddamn gives you the fucking right to fucking act this fucking way towards us and fucking talk to us this fucking way? Well, fuck you, you assfucking piece of shit! Mark my words, Max, if you thought what I would have goddamn done to you were circumstances to have fucking allowed it before is bad, just imagine what the hell I would fucking to your ass now if circumstances fucking allowed it, which, lucky for you but unfortunately for me and the other Animaniacs, they don't! Just you fucking keep that shit in motherfucking mind, asshole cunt! Especially since I barely have enough self-control and knowledge of all that is fucking so to make sure of it I don't do what is oh so fucking tempting for me to goddamn do and something I want to fucking do so goddamn fucking badly, you cock-juggling thundercunt!"

Monty did nothing but laugh derisively, disdainfully, insultingly and condescendingly, then he said to Rita: "This brawl has come to its conclusion and thus to a close, despite how much it fucking pains me to fucking say so, Rita. So you take that piece of garbage along with you as you pad your way the fuck on back to that fucking group. Don't you dare take too fucking long, either. I don't care how injured and worn down you are. You get to that group pronto! And don't act like you don't fucking understand me, bitch! I know that you cats have hearing which is well above average! Move, you mewing minx! It would be pretty damn funny if you were unconscious and it was Squit who was dragging you back while he tried to fly there, especially since a birdbrain like him would be unable to think of any better way to bring you back along with himself! And either way, imagine! A cat actually helping a bird and/or vice versa, though in this case it's the former, but you goddamn get what I motherfucking mean in any case! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!" Rita continued to remind herself why making an attempt on Monty's life, however tempting that was and how good it would feel after everything that had happened and wasn't done happening yet, was not an option as she turned around and went back to the group, with Pesto on her back the whole way.

This and how she refused to be broken or let her spirit and/or willpower fail her, along with the current shape that she was in and the knowledge of what was still at risk like it had been before, all combined to ensure that, even though she felt her self-control decrease again, it was not so much that she no longer had any. But it was only too clear how difficult all of this was, and how Monty's no-holds barred, conscienceless, incalculably insulting remarks only made it even more hard than that, which was saying a lot. A whole hell of a lot, as a motherfucking matter of fact. Anyway, after Rita had rejoined the group, she went to where she had been with Slappy before being called for her second fight at the same time that Squit was called, since it was also his second fight.

Then she bent over as so to catch Squit in her left hand, right before using her, well, right one to, as she got into a sitting position with her hind legs outstretch so that her lap could be there and put to use, gently pick up Slappy to place her on her back into that lap, just as she had bent over gently and also caught Squit gently. Finally, she placed Squit onto Slappy's belly in a position on his own back, right before she did the same, albeit next to Squit on Slappy's belly, to Pesto, who was right next to where she was and thus easily reachable, and then put her hands behind her back as she stretched out her arms backwards. She then said: "Damn, I'm a cat and I'm tending to both a squirrel AND two birds as all three sleep off being defeated by me in the case of Slappy and Squit and Squit in the case of Pesto, and recover while I make sure that they do so properly and in the way that they need to, which Squit was doing for Pesto before we fought, hilariously enough. I honestly don't know how the hell to fucking react to the fucking irony and/or level of unbelievable in it, especially since this is one of the rare instances in which a cat doesn't want to kill either bird or the squirrel, and all three are on the same side as that cat, and yet it's in a situation like this. I don't know the first fucking thing to say, nor the first fucking place to start, on how I fucking feel about that shit."

A few moments passed after this, and Rita looked at Wakko and Minerva, telling them: "The latest fucking fight to damn well conclude is what this one I just fucking finished with is confirmed as just now. Lucky thing is, Monty's running quite low, to a greater extent than he did the last time he was running the fuck low during all of this shit, as a matter of fact. So this might be close to being over, even if it most likely isn't quite there yet." Both the Warner brother and the mink nodded, and then Minerva told Rita: "True, but let's continue to keep our eyes and ears open and our minds on full alert, more than ever, if anything, since Monty may well make one last fight happen and there's no telling what the hell he'll goddamn do after he has to finally declare them over." Wakko then added: "Even now, we're still far from out of the woods, so we can't breathe a fucking sigh of relief just yet."

And, as if their comments had set him off, Monty now called on the three Animaniacs who were still conscious by this point. He boomed at them: "Okay, you asswipe Animaniacs! I need your full focus and undivided attention right here and now!" They averted their gaze to him and he spoke: "As I think you can fucking see along with me, there are only three of you fucking pussies left who aren't currently unconscious and in the motherfucking middle of recovering from that fucking state! That means that I'm very close to running the fuck out of fucking fights that I can motherfucking make! Well, because I'm suddenly in a sadistic mood, and because I know how to both satisfy that and make at least one last fight, here's what the hell is goddamn going to fucking happen!"

Monty suddenly picked up his gun, much to the alarm of Rita, Minerva and Wakko, who all opened their eyes most fucking widely, and then he fired a single shot from his gun, which, as it turned out, was aimed for Rita's left shoulder. It hit that shoulder dead on before her or either one of the other two had so much as a goddamn ghost of a fucking chance to do shit, and Rita let out one hell of a loud-ass yowl of: "E-RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" "Holy shit! He shot Rita!" cried out Minerva as she and Wakko looked to where Rita was and saw what had happened on the spot. Then Wakko added: "Oh, my God! She's alive, and even still conscious, but she's hurt bad!" Just then, they turned back to Monty when they heard him say: "First of all, my sudden sadistic streak has just been satiated, at least for the time being, anyway, by how I've made it so that Rita will no longer be a fucking contestant in these fucking fights via shooting her square the fuck in her left fucking shoulder! Yeah, how the fuck do you like me now, bitch?! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Rita, though still alive and conscious, as Wakko had seen along with Minerva before, was not only horrifically injured and in a whole hell of a lot of pain, but she had fallen back and banged her head on the ground hard, with both of her arms lying down at her sides while her head lay back straight in the other direction, even if obviously in a way so that it was still attached and not broken or anything worse than bruised some, since she was, as has already been well established and made quite clear, alive as well as conscious. Although thankfully Slappy was still on her outstretched legs like she had been before and Pesto and Squit were still on Slappy's belly in the same places and same positions they'd been before, it seemed like a small favor to Rita, Wakko and Minerva alike despite how all three could see it both beforehand and following when Wakko and Minerva turned back to look at Rita and not Monty, although Rita only vaguely since her eyes were opening and closing over and over again from the pain and she was barely able to see it in a blur while lying down. Monty's wicked, evil, villainous, cackling, malicious, nefarious laughter continued and it prompted Minerva and Wakko to spin the fuck around in terms of what goddamn direction they fucking looked the fuck in and face him with furious expressions on their faces.

Monty would then continue: "And second of all, the way that I chose Rita as the one to injure in order to quench my sadism and the desires and cravings thereof makes it by default so that the two ones of you Animaniacs toons who engage in the final one of these fucking fights that I fucking have fucking arranged are Wakko Warner and Minerva Mink! And don't mind the stupid cat's wound, either! She isn't going to goddamn die from it and it can be treated by Hello Nurse after that stupid bitch and all of the other unconscious Animaniacs awaken! Funny thing is, though, that it's thanks to you, Mink, that she's unconscious in the fucking first place! Guess one dumb blonde bitch of a cunt broad is the best thing for taking out another, huh? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"

Now Minerva spat at Monty: "Max, you monster! You fucking monster! You motherfucking monster! It's already bad enough that you fucking put us the fuck through all of this fucking shit and are making it happen one last time as you fucking force me and Wakko to fucking fight, me for the second time and Wakko for the third!" Wakko then put in: "But for you to arbitrarily injure Rita after she's resting from her second of fucking fights?! And all to satisfy your sadism and make it so that me and Minerva are the last ones to have a fucking fight by default?! Fuck you, asshole! How dare you do such a fucking thing! We didn't think even you were capable of such evil!" Monty then said: "Hey, let's not fucking forget who the hell is in charge here, you two-bit toons!"

He pointed his gun right at Wakko and Minerva, who suddenly went silent, as they knew better than to keep up with what they'd been saying when a gun was pointed in their direction. After all, neither was stupid. "That's better." Monty then said. "Now, as I was saying before, you two are the ones who I am now going to have for my last of fucking fights, but don't think the fact that it's the last fucking fight means that I'm in any way goddamn done with any of you or any of the other ones that I fucking have under my fucking control! But for now, let's focus on what the hell is currently goddamn going the fuck on! Like I also said before, pay Rita's goddamn gunshot wound no fucking heed whatsoever! Even if Hello Nurse doesn't wake up soon, she'll be able to pull it out with the help of her claws and lick it and all of that other shit, since she's a cat, and she'll survive it one way or the other, anyway, although whatever results from the aftermath of the wound is not my fucking problem, whether or not Hello Nurse or anyone else can help her, whether it happens that way or not, so don't try and turn to me for aiding her, especially since I cause the fucking wound in the fucking first place and it feeds my sadistic side nicely! And furthermore, you are now goddamn going to motherfucking make your fucking ways the fuck over to the same fucking place where all of these fucking fights occur and take one another on in the final battle of all of this, and whoever the hell fucking wins that battle will be the overall and official champion of these clashes!"

Afterwards, he added in: "Oh, and by the way, in case either or both of you is wondering, yes, I did indeed make things happen this way because you, Wakko, have drooled over Minerva a lot, much like your fucking brother has, and I'm thus going both for irony and torture in how I will be having the two of you take one another the fuck on for the last one of these fucking fights! How the fuck do you like them apples, assholes? BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Now, then, let's see you two hop the fuck to it! You both know the rules and you both know what the hell is goddamn going to fucking happen if either one of you, let alone both of you, breaks them!"

Even though Wakko and Minerva alike were now at a level of antipathy, anger and all around aggressive vengefulness towards Monty that they couldn't believe was even imaginable, much less existent as a possible level to reach, and even though Wakko and Minerva both really hated this in a way that couldn't even begin to be put into words, particularly with how he shot Rita in the shoulder and badmouthed both her and them along with all the other nasty, shameless and disparaging things that he fucking said, neither one of them could do anything but obey Monty no matter how true it was that such a thing as that was indeed the last fucking thing on their minds or that either of them wanted or would do by choice. Of course that was the case before, but now way, way, way, way more than ever, which is saying something, to be sure.

Nonetheless, they kept in mind just what the hell was goddamn going to fucking happen if they didn't comply and the fucking fact that this shit was all but over by now. And so Wakko said to Minerva: "Well, Minerva, this is it. We just have to goddamn do this last one, and we're finally fucking finished with this bullshit forever. Let's not stretch the time with which it lasts, okay?" He gently placed down Yakko onto Marita's belly while standing up, while Minerva stood up and simultaneously went over to put Hello Nurse right next to Yakko on another region of Marita's belly. Then, as the two made their way over to where their fucking fight would damn well take place, Minerva replied: "You are right, Wakko. You are quite correct, indeed. And I agree. Let's not allow this to continue for so much as a fucking second longer than it absolutely has to, no questions asked, no matter what."

Their voices were, quite obviously, a mixture of chagrin and delight. Why? Because, on the one hand, they were very dismayed and upset at having to fight yet again, Wakko for the third time and Minerva for the second, but regardless, they were just as unhappy, reluctant and pissed off. And for good fucking reason, too, I'd like to fucking add. Especially since they'd of course been that way before, but this was them feeling it on a level that was essentially in a league of one. Yeah, this has pretty much been motherfucking made clear before, but let's face it. I wanted to fucking emphasize, and with a whole hell of a lot of emphasis. But, on the other hand, they were ironically and simultaneously beyond elated and indeed most ecstatic that they, after goddamn getting this fucking fight the fuck finished and good and goddamn done, would at last be able to put all of these forced battles the fuck behind them, as would all of the other Animaniacs who had been fucking forced to fucking fight against their fucking wills for the sake of all that was at stake.

Quite the mixed feelings of considerable magnitude, to be sure. But they had their focus on what they had to goddamn get the fuck over with here, and now. Which meant that, after they had reached the area where they would fight and wrap things the fuck up in full, they posed for what was to come, and they also got ready to listen closely and intently, to say nothing of carefully, for when Monty goddamn gave his fucking signal to kick off their faceoff for the final and last fucking time. They also looked at one another and braced themselves. They knew that the greatest level of raging animosity towards these battles and the one who was forcing them on all of the Animaniacs he'd chosen, the two of them or otherwise, was present in them, but despite how this was something in a league that was out of this universe and could not be described, it was so much into the zone of being on the greatest level of all(and that was quite a statement like you wouldn't fucking believe for shit, to be sure), it also clashed with how thankful, relieved and elated/happy/overjoyed/thrilled beyond any fucking words at all they were that this fight that was to come would end it all, although they had to be good and fucking ready for what would happen with Monty after he was goddamn done with motherfucking making these fucking fights.

Anyway, in stark contrast to how glad they were, albeit mixed and contrasting with their hostility towards Monty's forced fights, all of Monty's other evil deeds and Monty himself, that this was almost over, Monty was extremely angry about it. In fact, he was fucking furious as hell. However, he not only kept it under control because he was at least goddamn going to enjoy the fucking sight of one last fucking fight that he'd damn well arranged, but he was also, at this moment, thinking up a way to motherfucking make it so that even after all of the fucking fights were good and fucking over, he would still have total control over everyone within this vicinity and their problems overall would be far from over for them in the worst fucking way, just like his authority over them.

Now, as Wakko and Minerva used the knowledge that they had, old or new, and in fact old and new alike, to keep their cool and to also keep their wits about them and remain stable and down-to-earth along with rational and collected, plus in-control and level-headed, they also knew that they were not going to let this shit fucking extend beyond the amount of time it would last no matter what if they had any fucking say in it. Of course they wouldn't hold back, especially since that ran the risk of elongating the fucking fight, but they still disliked what was soon to happen vehemently despite knowing it was their only choice, even if this sort of shit was to be the fucking case for the last time, and would therefore make certain not to miss Monty signaling them, since the sooner they got it fucking finished, the better. So which one of them was going to come out triumphant and the final, official, overall and all around champion as these fights were all at last fully completed?

Neither had tasted the bitter flavor of defeat once. Wakko had won over Yakko and then later on against Marita, and Minerva had, between those two battles, defeated Hello Nurse. But it was one another who they were damn well taking the fuck on this time. Not to mention…Monty could no longer produce scraps after the conclusion and completion of this one, but what was he currently hatching in that fucking head of his? What would happen after this battle was over and thus so were all of the battles? Especially since this further raises the fucking question of what the hell was goddamn going to fucking happen to the ones who Monty had captured and was keeping hostage, along with everyone outside of the Animaniacs who he was keeping under his cruel control and abysmal authority? And in particular since he would be in quite a bad mood when he was out of fights to create and thus force on the Animaniacs who he'd made slaves out of. Not a one of these fucking questions is goddamn going to be fucking answered for shit in this chapter, which I am now ending. But they will full damn well be fucking answered in the chapter that will fucking follow this now ended one. You can be damn sure of that.

END OF CHAPTER 8

And another chapter concludes! Hope you liked this chapter as much as I was of the intent to be the case! Make it clear to me how you liked it/how you felt about it, please! And yes, I did indeed have it so that Rita won! Not just because I like her more than Squit and she was the more likely winner, anyway, but also due to the following things. Besides all of her advantages over Squit outmatching the advantages he has over her, the fact that Squit, being below Rita in intelligence, is much more prone to misjudging and/or making a mistake than she is, saw to it that he left himself open to attack more often than he might have otherwise and definitely more often than she left herself open to attack, ironically without even knowing/realizing it until it was too late! Not only this, but while Squit's got a higher level of durability than her, Rita isn't exactly a delicate little flower herself! And her pointed ends outrank his, too, plus she can make better use of her tail than he can of his, just like she did with her tail in this fight. Yeah, his feathers allowed him to take advantage of her ticklishness, but she was able to counter that sufficiently and quickly enough to allow for it to be part of what lead to her winning the fight in the end. Let's not forget that Rita is more aggressive than Squit is, and with how he used the fly in, hit and fly out tactic to help compensate for how she had more going for her than he did, he could only use that trick so many times before his luck ran out and she got him before he could get away via getting out of her reach. Needless to say, Rita was both the more likely winner despite how Squit had a better chance in this sort of battle than most birds would, and the one who won the fight in the end, netting her second victory, even if Squit gave her something of a struggle before it happened. Unfortunately, that same Rita is now hurt bad, even if not beyond recovery and certainly not fatally, thanks to that rotten, underhanded shot that Monty took at her just to solve the problem of how there were three Animaniacs left to choose for battle but there could only be two per battle, and because he took sadistic pleasure in capitalizing on a chance to injure the injured. And Monty has arranged things so that, in the last way that he can possibly make a fucking fight fucking happen, the final battle and the one that will decide the overall champion of all this will consist of one-time winner Minerva Mink and two-time winner Wakko Warner. Just as Rita and Squit were unhappy as hell about having to fight again, just like they and everybody else Monty is forcing this bullshit the fuck upon is about everything having to do with it all, so Minerva and Wakko are really dismayed and, in fact, dismayed as can be about the way that, in Minerva's case, she has to fight a second time, and, in Wakko's case, he has to fight a third time. Of course, they and the other Animaniacs are simply elated about how, after they have their scrap, there won't be any more matchups that Monty can create and therefore they won't have to fight any more, but that isn't going to be the end of their problems or those of everyone except Monty. You'll see just why, along with the outcome of the final battle of this story, in the next one of this fic's chapters, which, by the way, is also the second to last one of this story's chapters. So, in this concluding battle and of course the last fight of two Animaniacs who have yet to lose so much as once, Minerva and Wakko both know that they only have to endure this a little bit longer by now, as do all the other Animaniacs, and Monty, unlike them, is most peeved at how he's now truly run out of battles to create, but is keeping in mind how he must make sure to do things after this next of battles is over, since he obviously has to find a means to keep things under his control and maintain how he's in charge, even if he wishes he could continue on with making matchups despite knowing that he can't anymore and it's no longer possible and thus not an option. As you also know, incidentally, Monty chose to make things as he did when he wounded Rita with that gunshot and made it so that Minerva and Wakko were the only ones left to choose for a fight in what would be the third and final phase of this because he got a kick out of how hilarious it would be that someone who Wakko used to drool over would now be his opponent despite how neither she nor he wanted or liked it. What a way to bring all this to an end, indeed! But Minerva and Wakko alike will ignore how much that infuriates them and go at it, as it's not only the only option they've got, but they've come this far along with the other Animaniacs and it's almost over, though Lord only knows what will happen after it's all goddamn gotten goddamn done with, but still. They will not do anything resembling tripping at the finish line, snapping at the last moment despite how close they and the other toons of the Animaniacs universe were or anything similar/of the sort now. Still, it's quite an ironic battle in several ways, especially since neither of them had any idea that the level of anger they're at now and/or the level of hatred they now feel for Monty and these fights alike even existed at all, much less were possible to reach for anyone, them or otherwise, until this moment. Okay, so Minerva is taller than Wakko and she has the advantage of how, if need be, she can use her looks to distract him and leave him open for attack. Plus, she has quite a bit of tooniness, much like he does, and can fight quite well, not unlike him. Not to mention how her teeth and claws are quite sharp and useful as weapons, seeing as how she's a mink. And her tail can also be used as a weapon along with how her hair can be used for that same purpose, albeit to a lesser extent than her tail. And her strength, speed, agility, durability, stamina, intelligence, reflexes and leaping ability are all impressive enough. Wakko, however, does have even more tooniness than she does, and he's got a mallet for a weapon. Along with the way that he's more physical than the other two Warners, and he obviously knows how to fight adeptly. Plus, he isn't weak and does have good enough durability, and his speed, agility, reflexes, stamina and leaping ability are nothing to sneeze or sneer at. Along with how he's got more experience at being a toon, Animaniac or otherwise, than Minerva thanks to how he's been around a lot longer than she has. This is, therefore, quite a fight that could go either way, and it just depends on how they fight and what that leads to, really. But like I said, either one of them could be both the victor of the final fight and the champion of all of this, and we will see just who the hell that fucking is in the chapter that follows, seeing as how such a fact, while quite something, changes not the fact that there can only be one winner, and of course there can only be one champion. So, then. Which one of them will win this fight and come out the final victor and champion while putting an end to this horror and madness that Monty has so callously and unapologetically put them through, since one of them is obviously going to triumph despite how even a matchup it is, and what will Monty turn out to have chosen as his next of moves after it can no longer be made so that Animaniacs are forced to fight each other against their wills? And what of the ones he's captured and/or kept under his command, control, authority and leash to make it so that all of this shit was fucking possible? What the hell will happen to them? These questions will be answered in the chapter that follows this one, and as such, when I've put it up, I know you'll go for it and read away to find out! For the time being, though, everyone, I would like ratings and reviews alike for this one of this story's chapters, please!