Ryoga grinned savagely at Ranma, he clutches the shrunken martial artist in his clenched fist. For years, he’s dreamed of the day that he would beat the other fighter and take claim to both the title of the best martial artist and his sweet Akane. All his time training and suffering had amounted to this moment. He was going to savoir it for as long as possible.
“How does it feel to be a weakling, Ranma? Not very good I would think. Now it time that you face my BWEEEEE!” What Ryoga was about to say was vengeance, but he was cut short by the sudden downpours that had become so frequent for him and Ranma. Like Ranma, Ryoga began to shrink, but as he shrunk his body changed with him. Where once a teenage marital artist stood, a tiny black piglet with a bandana wrapped around his neck now rested. With his hands becoming hooves, Ranma fell hundreds of feet and landed perfectly without injury, his inhuman alertness saving him from a life-ending drop. Like Ryoga, Ranma went through a change as well when the water touched him; only his change was from gender instead of species.
“How does it feel to be a pig, Ryoga?” She, who had once been a he, said snidely. Pointing at the piglet and laughing, Ranma nearly missed getting chomped in half when the cursed martial artist leapt at him snarling. Ryoga might be in his cursed form, but he was still the size of a bus to the shrunken Ranma. Dancing through the attacks, Ranma saw that he was at a disadvantage and was forced to use the Saotome final technique.
“Run away!” Ranma screamed. Using Ryoga’s heads as a springboard, Ranma somersaulted off the pig and landed on the fence outside of the vacant lot and facing the street. Behind Ranma, squeals of outrage and anger were cried out at him as Ryoga stared up at Ranma on the fence. Wanting to add insult to injury, Ranma looked back and stuck his tongue out at Ryoga. This further enraged the eternally lost boy and he tried to jump high enough to get at Ranma, however his piggy legs were just too short for he to make the distance.
“What’s wrong P-Chan, can’t jump up unless there’s a woman’s chest to great you?” Ryoga ignored Ranma’s baiting and continued trying to get him. After several minutes of watching a pig try to climb a wall, Ranma diverted his attention to other matters; like his size. How the hell was he going to get back to normal? The only one who had any idea how he was going to do that was Ryoga and he would much rather eat Ranma then help him. The only way that Ranma could hope for the pig to help him return to normal was to get to Akane and have her guilt the pig into lending a hand. Ryoga could never refuse anything that Akane asked him to do. Ranma was trying to come up with an idea on how he could get to Akane when he suddenly felt a cold wind hit his body. Shivering, he looked down at himself to see if he had any tears in his clothes. What he saw pushed his annoyance up a notch.
“Crap, I’m naked,” he moaned, as he saw nothing but his birthday suit. His clothes hadn’t shrunk with him and now he was buck naked and smaller then a mouse. The only thing that would be worse would be if one of his dimwitted rivals found him in this predicament. At the same time as that thought struck him, someone came walking down the street.