He stays

John doesn't know if we could make it. In his old body it wouldn't have been a problem. In this one he wasn't sure. I mean even if he could the clothes he had on were way to baggy now; he would probably trip over them. She decided to turn back to crowd to await his fate.

The announcer started again. "That was a fun round. Time for round two!"

"ROUND TWO?!? HOW MANY ROUNDS ARE THERE TO THIS SADISTIC GAME" John almost cried out, but after seeing the kid get dragged away he thought it would be better to kept his mouth shut.

Shorty walks up to the first of the remaining three newbies (including John) and proceeds to ask her a question. "Whats your name sweatheart?"

"Dave.." with some inflection at the end as if she was caught off guard by her voice.

"Oh, no..." the microphone man acts comically shocked at this response by putting his other hand on his face and has his jaw wide open. "Dave used to be your name. As punishment we will let the crowd decide... What do you think?!"

The crowd begins again feeding on his energy, everyone is calling out names; "Rachael""Jane""Barbra""Daniel""HELGA"

"Helga it is! Helga, how do you like it you like your new life?" The mocking announcer continued.

"My name isnt Helga!" The woman argued.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Take her away."

One man who must have been on the football team or something came up to her and picked her up. Placed her over his shoulders and dragged her away.

John looked to his right. One one other newbie looked like she was going to piss herself in fear.