Stenny Short Stories

Evening Showdown

(A/n: Here is the requested chapter I'd gotten over on fanfiction.net

Summary: Best friends and their sisters go at it one late evening.

Stan and Kenny are 16, Shelly is 18, and Karen is 12. Please enjoy)

In the backyard of the Marsh's abode, are Stan, Kenny, Shelly, and Karen. Two of them are battling each other while the other pair are spectating until it's their turn at a safe distance. One is cheering on one of the fighters while the other is standing beside them with a worried frown on their face.

"Yeah kick his ass! Break all his bones!" Shelly shouts a bit too enthusiastically.

"No don't do that!" Kenny objects in a panic. He glares over at the excited brunette. "You need ta relax, it ain't even that serious."

Shelly cachinnates at her brother's cry of pain when he gets kicked in the shin, then she calmly looks Kenny's way. "You need to shut up and worry about yourself." She flashes him an eager grin with a similar gleam in her cobalt blue eyes before looking back at the battle going on ahead of them, cheering on Karen once more.

Flipping her off, Kenny returns his focus to his best friend and little sister going head to head with each other. He knew a day would come when Karen would put her Kung Fu skills in action, however not against Stan. He'd rather it was against fatass or Shelly even. Kenny stifles a laugh at the thought of Karen fighting either of them, just as Stan gets socked in the gut. Kenny only taught his sister the martial arts for self-defense purposes, he himself had been under the tutelage of a deceased Kung Fu master. He had met the elderly entity upon his arrival in Hell, and was for some reason searching for a capable successor to pass his ancient arts on to. A capable and evil one. Kenny figured he'd fell into the evil category because he'd been to the netherworld more times than in Heaven, though he didn't understand how he came off as a fighter. But he chose to appeal to the old guy's fantasy, he was going to be trained for free after all. He was there long enough to learn and grasp half of the centuries old techniques.

As for Stan and Shelly, Stan has been doing karate since he was young however Shelly took up kickboxing just several months ago. Why? Kenny doesn't know but guesses it's to abate her inferiority complex. She hasn't been able to bully Stan as often since he knows how to fight back.

After five minutes, Stan's and Karen's match draws to a close, much to Kenny's relief. They'd been going at it for over ten minutes now, it's about to be nighttime soon. He goes over to the two, whispering his thanks to Stan for taking it easy on his little sister, to which the noirette tells him that he probably would've lost anyway had he not. He limps towards the swing set. Kenny then goes to check on Karen, glad to see that she's completely unharmed. Her long light brown hair that's tied into a ponytail is disheveled from constantly moving about and has some specks of dirt and grass in it. She smiles at him.

"I won!"

Grinning, Kenny ruffles her head. "Good job Kare."

Shelly's guffawing resonates throughout the quiet neighborhood, startling a dog into barking at her.

"Shut up," Stan grumbles. He expected his heartless sister to relish his defeat, but it's still very annoying. No, Shelly is the personification of annoyance. He's not mad nor humiliated that he lost to a little girl, not at all in fact, he wasn't planning on actually fighting her to begin with. Not only was Karen a girl but she's also Kenny's younger sibling, there was absolutely no way he was going to hit her, even as a form of retaliation. Instead he had shoved her around and parried her attacks, hoping to tire her out. The end results indicate that that tactic didn't work, she was eager to win.