>>19625721Raquel's eyes are uncovered, she turns to see -- you'll never believe it -- Sheila fucken Foster, back in action and in the flesh, about to head to the ring for her own match.
"G'day Racks. Long toim no see!"
It's like they haven't missed a beat. Sheila grabs Raquel, sweaty and raged though she may be, in her arms and lifts into a spinning hug, a favourite of the Australian powerhouse. With a gentle(ish) squeeze, Sheila lets Raquel drop to the floor.
"Fuck Oi missed ya. Saw ya take that little pink hair chee-kah ta skewl out there. Youse are tuff as evah, Oi reckon."
>[Sheila stares at Raquel, a silly grin plastered across her face.]"So owzitgarncunt?"
