My Name Is Suzanna

Mallory was sent out through the ropes like a heavy bag.

"You've been dishonourably discharged, for lacking skill,"

La Blanco went next. She stood at 1.65 m and weighed 40 Kilos. 

She tried to kick his legs. It felt like kicking an oak tree. She hopped around in pain. He grabbed her by the pants and lifted her with one arm, up and over the top rope and out of the ring.

"I've eaten sugar cubes that do more damage than you,"

Next was the Androgynous person. 1.78 m and weighed 100 Kilos.

They walked into the ring with a blank expression. There was a machine-like stiffness in their movements. They spoke monotonously,

"I am Ramatla. I was built for one purpose," They moved into a boxing stance, "Victory,"

"Nice," Daniel nodded

"So cool!" Alexa hollered,

"Are you playing a robot, or do you simply lack a personality?" Simon asked,

Ramatla's stoicism cracked and they approached. Their punches were fast and harder than someone of their size should be capable of. Simon just barely blocked these punches and pushed them back.

Ramatla used the momentum to bounce off the rope and came in like a torpedo for a spear. Simon sidestepped them and grabbed their crop top and shorts. He redirected the momentum and sent them sliding out of the ring on their stomach.

Suzanna caught the incoming rookie who was moving too fast to land safely. She helped them to their feet.

Ramatla simply straightened and dusted themself off,

"Thank you, but I was in no danger,"

They rejoined the line. She looked back at Simon, her frown deepening.

"You okay?" Tonye asked. Ramatla nodded,

"I swear if one mahre persahn recklessly charges in, I'm givin you all de boot," Daniel warned,

Next up, The Viking. That was literally his name. He stood equal in height to Mallory and 5 Kilos heavier.

He decided to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. A classic test of strength. He was losing, so he transitioned into a headlock and tried to do a takedown. Simon lifted him up for a back suplex, so The Viking tried to shift his weight into a crossbody, but Simon held him in a cradle and dumped him out of the ring.

"Why is wrestling the only creative medium where Vikings are boring?"

The blonde Russian woman went next. Yulia Semenov. 1.65 m and 65.8 Kilos.

She went with Daniel's "kick him in the balls" suggestion. It failed because Simon closed his legs and caught her foot. The look in his eyes made her eternally grateful that he was told to hold back.

"A for effort," Alexa reassured.

"There are trees currently supplying you with oxygen," Simon shook his head, opened his legs and pushed her over with one hand, "Go outside and apologise, to all of them,"

She decided to leave the ring of her own accord, fighting tears.

Daniel shook his head. Tonye pursed his lips. Alexa sighed. They had determined the first elimination.

Simon smirked and turned, "Hmph. I should have been a garbage man. The hometown would be the cleanest place on Earth,"

Suzanna started to clench her jaw and her fists. Alexa was about to speak, and the Nigerian woman in red tights caught her off.

"Enough of your insults!"

"Those weren't insults, they were descriptions," He shrugged, "I'll shut up when someone actually accomplishes the task,"

"No. You'll shot op ..." She smiled devilishly as her nails transformed into long hooked talons, "... when I cot out your tongue,"

He turned, saw her claws and was somehow even less impressed.

Red Talon. She stood at 1.92 m and weighed 68 Kilos.

Suzanna felt her face itch.

(That explains a lot.)

Talon had also incredible leaping ability. Almost flying threw the air like an eagle. She sat on his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his neck so she could slash away at his face.

"Wai-" Tonye began. Daniel shushed him,

"I want to see where dis goes," He whispered,

Before she got the chance he grabbed her tights and lifted her high into the air.

"So you fancy yourself a mighty bird of prey, do you? Surely you aren't bothered by height,"

She started to freak out as he walked around the ring. If he powerbombed her he'd break her in half and everyone knew it.

"And what was that about cutting out my tongue?"

"I give op! I give op!,"

Vités was dashing to every side, ready to catch her if she was thrown. Tonye, Alexa, Mostafa, Mallory and Ramatla followed his lead. The others stayed back.

Daniel walked over to the ring, "Alright, Dahmpson, you've prahved yooehr point. Poeht 'er down,"

Simon's eyes started to glow, and he smiled. His teeth had become triangular and serrated, like a shark.

"Yes, Coach,"

The coaches ran in, but Suzanna was faster.

"Oh... You're still here?" He queried, tilting his head,

Her eyes had gotten bigger again. So big he could see his reflection in them, at which point he dropped Talon who scrambled out of the ring.

"Thank you," She said.

Suzanna continued to hold his gaze. Despite their size, her pitch black eyes were cut clean in half diagonally by her eyebrows. Her wide and plump lips seemed small from the way she pursed them.

She was angry and the coaches decided that the ring was way too small.

Simon continued, looming closer. She was eye-level with his lower lip,

"I take it there's something you want to say, Mouse?"

He saw her nostrils flare for a split second before he was sent rolling back into the ropes by little more than a hard shove.

The room went silent, save for the sound of the ACs blowing air. Simon was seated with his back against the bottom rope, he looked up at her dumbfounded as she continued to glare at him. She spoke in a deep voice. Her natural voice,

"My name is Suzanna,"

His heart rate spiked and his face returned to normal. He forced a smirk and put his hands behind his head as though he was relaxing,

"Ha. At least you can finally string a full sentence togeth-"

"You said you were going to shut up," She interjected.

"Hmm?"

Her eyes narrowed into black and white slits, "So shut. Up,"

He opened his mouth... and then closed it.