You Scratch My Back...

“Who… are you?” Moolah asked, studying the big girl with apprehension. 
Suzanna was a 6 foot 9 deer in the headlights. Moolah tilted her head forward,
“Are you deaf or something?”

“S-Sorry! A-a-a… I… Suzanna…"

Moolah caught sight of the destroyed sink and walked past, "Did you do that?"

"I-It was an accident!" Suzanna insisted, 

"I was in a rush a-and it just broke," 

"An accident…" Moolah repeated softly as she stared at the water shooting up from the pipe and forming an ever-expanding puddle. She looked up, 

"You're the new meat. Aren't you?"

"The… what?"

Moolah sighed with her hands on her hips, "The rookies." She turned to face Suzanna, "Are you one of them?"

"Uh…" Suzanna remembered Alexa's warning and tried to come up with a believable lie, but her hesitation already confirmed the champ's suspicion. 

"I knew Gamal had been way too happy lately,"

With the jig up, Suzanna immediately fell to her knees and clasped her hands together.

“Please! I-I know you don't know or-or me anything, but, please don't tell anyone about this,” Her eyes were big and wet like a puppy.

Moolah stepped back and looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, then a disarming chuckle, “Jesus, kid. Relax,”

“You… Y-You won't tell anyone?”

“Of course,” Moolah smiled… with her teeth, “Big Mama's no rat.”

Suzanna let out a sigh of relief, “Thank you so much,”

(I really didn't want to have to explain this.)

She got up to one knee, preparing to stand up, but felt a firm hand on top of her head that prevented her from rising. The same hand ruffled through her bushy hair, slid down her cheek and lifted her chin,

“Give and take, kid,” Moolah stated with a straight face, “I need something in return,” Her toothy smile returned, “A small favour,”

Suzanna felt a chill up her back from Moolah’s touch and instinctively leaned back, “Um… sure,”

(I hope this isn't blackmail.) 

Moolah turned away slightly and reached into the back pocket of her jeans, as the puddle of water expanded and drew closer to them, “I just need you to deliver something…”

Suzanna eased up and nodded enthusiastically,

“Oh, I can do that. Absolutely… I think…,” She gulped, “I hope… Uh, who am I delivering to?”

Moolah spoke slowly, “Fatima… Gamal,” before slapping Suzanna across the face so hard that she fell on her butt, which made contact with the water. 

“Ow!” Suzanna screamed, putting a hand on her cheek. She looked up at Moolah with a mix of confusion and anger, “What the hell was th…at?”

Her mouth hung up and eyes expanded like balloons. Moolah's hand, which had been perfectly human before, was now larger with long fingers and even longer claws. Claws that were dripping with blood, same blood that Suzanna now felt on her hand, that was mixing with water on the floor.

Moolah answered her question, with a toothy smile, “A message. One that Fatima juuust hasn't been getting,”

Suzanna’s bloodied hand fell to the floor, allowing the blood to spread with water. In doing so, she exposed the five slash marks on the left side of her face, one of which was dangerously close to her eye. She began to shake and hyperventilate.
“Now…” Moolah continued as lifted up her other hand, which grew its own set of claws, “Hold still,” She took a step forward, splashing water as the bathroom became flooded. 

Suzanna, froze on the floor, her breathing becoming heavier and louder. Her pants becoming more soaked… by water. Moolah lifted her hand to strike and Suzanna screamed and tried to get away. Her attempt to rise to her feet was met with a wet boot to the face from the Jewell's Champ, who then planted a knee on the big girl's stomach,

“I’m not done writing yet,” Moolah declared, before grabbing Suzanna by the throat and raising her other hand. Suzanna struggled, weakly as Moolah turn her face to the side. Water stung her wounds and pulled more blood out. Moolah smiled, “Can't have you being all lopsided now,”

All Suzanna's immense strength was sapped away by paralysing fear. She saw as Moolah's Cree and Igbo features, became more beastly. Her toothy smile becoming… wolf-like. With tears streaming pouring out and merging with the water, all the big girl could do was shout,

“H…” Or at least try to. Maybe try again, 

“Help…” That was terrible. SCREAM, OR SHE'LL SLICE FACE OFF!

“HEEEEEELLLLLPPPP!!!!!” 

Before Moolah could do more damage to young Huzamite’s face, the lights in the bathroom went out and then came back on. Moolah's arm stayed in the air, because someone had a firm grip on her wrist. The champ and her victim both looked up to see Simon, dressed in black leather jacket, V-neck shirt and gloves of the same shade, blue jeans and brown boots. He looked down at Moolah with his trademark blank expression, except his green were sunken and glowing fiercely,

“Thompson?” Moolah asked, her voice noticeably deeper. Simon pulled the wolf-woman up to her feet. She subtly attempted to pull her hand away, but his grip remained firm, “What the hell are you doing? This is the women's bathroom,”

“You have a match,” He responded with venom. Moolah laughed as she returned to normal,

“That is rich coming from you, of all people,” Her laughter stopped when she tried to, once again, pull her arm away, “Moore can wait a few minutes for her weekly ass-whooping,” She returned his glare with one of her own, “Now answer my question or you'll have to come here more often,”

“S-Simon?” Suzanna meekly called out from her position on the floor. She had closed her eyes, anticipating the strike,

Moolah looked down at her in shock, then back at him. He still wasn't letting go of her wrist. Understanding the situation, she looked up at the ceiling and groaned, 

“Alright, I'll take my leave,” She looked back down at the whimpering, soaked young woman, “Suzanna, was it?”

Suzanna flinched. Moolah carried on, “I keep my promises. No one’ll your little…accident,” She gestured towards the exposed pipe that was still shooting out water, “So long as Gamal gets her delivery. Deal?”

Suzanna curled up on the floor and put a hand on the slash wounds on her face,

“I'll take that as a yes,” Moolah said, before turning to Simon, “While I'm flattered by the attention, Simon, I’d like my hand back now,”

He briefly tightened his grip, making the older woman clench her jaw, before letting go and allowing her to leave. As she walked past Suzanna on her way to the door, she halted,

“Aw, crap!” She exclaimed in apparent exasperation, “I forgot to wash my hands,”

Suzanna gasped in wide-eyed horror and began to hyperventilate again, placing both hands over slashes.

“Oh, well,” Moolah loudly stated with shrug, before putting her hands on her jacket pockets, “What's the worst that could happen?” She turned to look at them slightly, “Until we meet again,”
She continued towards the door. Simon sighed and prepared to help the still panicking Suzanna to her feet. 

“Oh yeah, Simon,” Moolah called to him, with her hand on the door. She had another big toothy grin, “How's your mom doing?”

“GET OUT!” He roared, before he could stop himself, frightening Suzanna even more than she had already been. 

“Okay, okay. I'm going,” Moolah opened the door, but not without a final remark, “Young people, so damn impatient,” 

She then walked out, leaving behind a trail of bloody bootprints. 

“Damnit,” Simon growled, cursing his himself for such an outburst. He turned his attention to sobbing mess that was Suzanna on the floor.

“Get up,” He commanded.

“B-but…”

“Now!” He grabbed her hand and roughly pulled her up to her feet. Her clothes were soaked by both water and blood, “Let's go,”

Joe, the security guard peeked inside, “Holy sh-Thompson? What the hell are you doing?”

“A remarkable thing called ‘My Job,” Simon said, before shoving the guard out of the way as he dragged Suzanna, 

“Try it sometime,”

Joe wanted to bite back, but he knew he couldn't really argue, so turned back to the flooded bathroom. It looked like a murder scene.

(Yeah, I definitely should have been mall cop.)