Madison had been looking forward to this for a while. Though she was proud of her mother, her fashion sense and her intellect, the one thing that had truly been 'hers' was always fighting. She had the vague feeling she'd been in a few fights today, but she couldn't imagine against who. Biff? Why would she have fought a small, bookish wallflower like them? A line at the salad bar?
No, Madison was a model student, so she fought when the school approved, and that's that. She thought back to her time in Reading, refusing to take any insults from her peers jealous of her mother's fortune. People needed to learn manners the world over, and Madison could teach them to any degree of severity she chose.
This isn't right, where's that bloody stone? Why does it keep slipping my mi-
Randy Goodman, one of the last hold outs of the athletic old guard, interrupted her moment of lucidity with a brackish taunt. "You're smaller than my grandmother! Coach, are you serious with this match up?"
The coach seemed unphased by the fact that the pair were so obviously of different sizes, Randy towering above really everyone in the vicinity at this point. The look Randy was given by the coach melted the cocksure smirk into a worried confusion. Randy's entire stance seemed to shift and wobble, nervously adding "I'm not afraid it's just..."
Madison rolled her eyes and waited for the starting whistle, not noticing herself lose even more height to match up with Randy's comments. First to five two, then to four eleven. The mass seemed displaced into her chest hips and thighs, which all seemed engorged with a layer of developed muscles she'd never had before. She was not about to let some string bean like Randy off the hook for mocking her appearance.
Randy on the other hand had stayed locked at over six foot in height, losing nearly all conditioning built up over the years. Standing a bit more naturally years of dance and acrobatics took hold of Randy's poise and she found her assertiveness again.
The first kick nearly won the fight on its own, but Randy's limber body seemed to do contortionist style recovery, catching herself bending over backwards on all fours, converting that into a handstand and pouncing back on the sturdy Madison.
Miranda Gaines was a bit of a human swan, her mother a figure skater and her pale build and frosted blue eyes directing her movements with bewildering grace. She knew she likely wouldn't win, so she was trying to run out the clock with her endurance and agility.
