>>21392952>[Youse gotta be fucken jokin' me.]Sheila Foster, noted tag team specialist, makes the tag to her incredible rookie, Anna, and immediately hits Fury with a pump kick, leaving the gorilla dead to rights in the middle of the ring. She makes the cover, hears the one, then the two, and --
Fury kicks out, and Sheila realises all too clearly: she has fucked up. Foster tags back out to Anna and reevaluates her life choices on the apron.
But nonetheless the match continues, and it soon becomes clear Camilla is no slouch either, as she womanhandles both the Australian powerhouse in her own right, and the much smaller Anna; meanwhile Anna is flying around in ways Sheila could never have dreamt of, confounding both Camilla and Fury, and Sheila on the apron trying to keep up. Only Kelly would be able to keep up. Fuck, where is Kelly..?
Time is running out as Sheila is tagged back in, and with a roar to the crowd, Sheila prepares herself. One final big move should seal it; a Down-Under Bomb would get the D-U-B, or even just a bear hug... Sheila has the strength left. She throws one final sledge at Camilla's sternum... and Camilla moves. Sheila's left arm ricochets off the canvas, reverberating through her bicep and shoulder, and to slam a tinny on top off this shit sandwich, the time expires, and the match is a draw.
Face to face with Camilla at the final bell, as the crowd is chanting to let them fight, Sheila speaks.
"Well, fuck, mate. Oi guess youse ain't as bad as I fort. Oi was worried about Fyooro, love, but fark moy, youse was fucken me up loik Jonno on a Paramatta Sat'dee noight. Oi ain't gawna tell ya we's mate, mate, but... ya know. Ya ain't as much've a fuckup as I moighta fort. Koinda fucked me arm there at the end, but. Moight need ta go backstage and avva few cheeky brewskies, hey? Nyeh heh heh."
