>>20719940>[This was the craziest match of Sheila Foster's life.]Foster was jonesing like a junkie cunt, fried on Chapel Street at midnight by the time the final buzzer sounded, and immediately she went to work. Ciel. Kanako. Reina. Ciel again. This fucking green cunt. Sheila doesn't even dislike her, really. But something about the Frenchwoman gets Sheila all worked up. With the help of Kelly DiVanna, Sheilla hits the first of what would be several Down Under Bombs for a near fall. Despite Ciel kicking out, Sheila locks eyes with Kelly and flashes her signature grin. It's almost as if it's just the two of them --
-- but it's not, because Kanako comes out of nowhere to beat the piss out of poor Auntie Sheils. Ciel comes to and soon cracks something over the back of Sheila's head. No idea what, but the pain doesn't stop. Taking a small breather in the corner, Sheila gets back to her feet --
-- and goes face to face with Cassie fucken Kade. Sheila reaches for the sledgehammer in front of her. Cassie grabs a stop sign. Much like with Kelly earlier, but for entirely different reasons, time stands still as Sheila comes face to face for the first time with the woman who kept her out of this event last year. The back of Sheila's head throbs lightly as she remembers the assault from this *monster* one year ago.
A fire burns behind both their eyes. But now is not the time. And this is not the place. So with an unspoken agreement, the match continues. There is no clear winner for as long as Sheila can tell, but when the moment arises to grab Reina and hit a Down Under Bomb once more, Sheila is as shocked as anyone when the referee counts three. The match ends, and Sheila thankfully never had to contend with Fury. If anyone asks, of course she'll say it was accidental; hard to keep track.' But really, she just wanted to keep her teeth in her mouth.
Her 90s rock theme song sounds, and the cage is raised as Sheila puts her hair into a messy ponytail.
