The Bathroom

"Okay, here you go," Joe, the security guard, pointed at the bathrooms as they approached, "Make it quick, you need to get-"

Suzanna bowled him over and almost knocked the women's bathroom door off its hinges as she made her way inside. She briefly peaked her head out, vibrating as if she were ready to burst,

"S-Sorry... a-and thank you!" She exclaimed before pulling back in and slamming the door.

Joe straightened, fixed his suit and sunglasses, and let out a sigh, "Thank God, I do get paid enough for this,"

He stood by the door to block anyone else from entering…

…and then Moolah showed up.

(I was wrong. I don’t.)

“Um… Excuse me, Ms Moo-”

“Not now, Joe,” She attempted to enter the bathroom, but Joe stood in front of the door,

“What… are you doing?” She asked straightening and looking down at him.

“Orders from the top, Ma’am,” Joe responded while maintaining his composure. As large as she was, he was a big man in his own right and a former wrestler. He wasn’t going to be intimidated easily.

(Come on. Just this once. Make my life easy.)

Moolah stared at him at him for a moment, before slowly taking off her shades to reveal golden-brown eyes. She tilted her head and knitted her brows together,

“You must be confused,”

When she said this there were suddenly two of her. He couldn’t focus on either of them… or anything for that matter.

A concussion. One of many injuries that stopped him from wrestling.

“C… Come on, Moolah…” He pleaded, starting to wobble, “G… Give me… G-Gimme a break..”

Moolah smiled with her and patted him on the shoulder, which was enough to knock him over, “Why don’t you ask whoever you think is on top?”

She then headed inside the bathroom. As she did, his vision returned to normal and his head no longer weighed a ton. Having regained himself, he looked at the bathroom door and gritted his teeth before looking down,

“I should have just become a damn mall cop,”

Suzanna let out a loud, satisfied sigh before flushing the toilet and coming out of the stall.

(I thought I was going to die back there. I really hope the coaches aren't too mad.)

She started to wash her hands, just as someone in the stall beside hers flushed their toilet. She looked back with wide eyes,

(Uh oh. I need to get out of here!)

In her haste to shut the tap, she broke off the handle. The tap gushed full force.

"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!" She quickly tried to reattach the handle, just as the stall door opened,

"Come on. Come on. Come one!"

Her frustration and fear caused her to rip the tap off entirely causing the water to shoot upwards. She stumbled back in surprise and bumped into someone, knocking them back into the stall

She turned around, "Oh crap! I'm sorry, I-"

She froze at the sight of Moolah picking herself off the ground.

"You- You're Mama Moolah…" She moved. Her inner fangirl was moving to the surface, only to be blocked by a wall of realisation.

(I just knocked over the Jewell's Champion! This day can't get any worse.)

Suzanna moved to help the champion up, "Oh my God, I am really sorry. I didn't know you were-”

Moolah shot to her feet, angry but shaken at being knocked off her feet, "Are you out of your mi-”

Upon realising she was still looking up, she stopped and took a moment to take in Suzanna’s full form, “Who… are you?”