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>[Finally backstage, Sheila Foster is fucken cooked.]
Her head is pounding from what she now knows was a stop sign wielded by Ciel; her feet are aching from the ass kicking Reina gave her; her back and shoulders are tense from the punishment dished out by the leader of DEATHPROOF, Kanako. Thankfully, she never had to face off with Fury, nyeh heh heh. That fucken gorilla can wait her turn... uh, not that Sheila would ever say that out loud. She hopes. Taking a seat on the benches backstage, Sheila does not get a chance to rest as some nameless backstage goon rocks up holding a clipboard, and tells her about the challenge from Maria "Mighty Milf" McTavish. There is no prep time, as Sheila is counted in from five for her response.
"What? Roight now? Fuck, orright den. Well, uh, fucken shit. Oi dunno, mate. Oy ain't sure me fucken tits is still on straight aftah that match, and youse wan' me ta comment on smashin' em wiff Milfo? Well... last toim we fort, she fucked me. An Oi dun' mean in da fun way, yeah? Oi mean she fucken beat me up and pinned me down in loik two fucken minutes or summin'. And Oi guess Oi gotta be honest wiff ya... dat foight's been stuck in me clam fah ovah a fucken yee-ah now, yeah? So maybe not roight now, but soon, Milfo and I is gawna haff ta work our shit out."
>[Sheila takes a deep breath, rolling her neck from side to side.]
"But befaw all dat shit, mate, Oi juss got given the best fucken prezzie a girl loik me could arks faw, and Oi intend ta make good use-a it in the fyoot-cha. Oi dunno if youse cunts in the dub-dub-ay Galaxy or whatevah know this about Auntie Sheils, but Oi loik a cheeky drink now and den, and Oi've got a whole lawt more comin' to me soon. Oi need a fucken showah, mate. Oi gotta hit up the trainah 'n' make sure me neck ain' crook, an' Oi gotta get me a fucken mass-arj."
"So fanks fah askin', but fuck off, mate. Wiff love. Nyeh heh heh."
