>>21222109>[Well, a countout was unexpected.]The ref reaches the count of ten, and Sheila raises her arms in the ring. A win is a win, even if she was still getting warmed up. Reina was... a cheeky cunt throughout, no doubt, but it was keeping Sheila on her toes and making for a fun fight. And she won't pretend Kelly wasn't stirring shit from the outside. So fun, in fact, that Sheila doesn’t know if she is totally finished with it yet. Gesturing for a microphone, Sheila is handed one and she speaks, softly at first.
"Reino, Reino, Reino. Wassa mattah, mate? Did Oi scramble ya eggs jus' cause Oi dropped ya on ya head on da flaw, hey? Sirry-us-lee, youse kids carn't even take a deaddrop on't'ya spoins no maw. Back in moy day..."
"Nyeh heh heh, Oi'm jus' fucking wiff ya. Oi, nah, look, Oi reckon youse ain't totes happy wiff dat finish eivah, 'cause neivah am Oi, yeah? Oi ain't gunna corl for a 'mediate rematch or nuffin, but just gimme da benna-fit of da doubt dat Oi'll get summin' cookin'. Oi dunno. Maybe youse can face Kelsie 'n' moy in a handicap match."
>[The crowd is... not happy with this suggestion, and they let Sheila know it. She puts a hand on her hip and stares out at the audience, before eventually continuing.]"Oi, youse lot, fuck off. Oi'm jus' messin' wiff her. Joysus Chroist, you lot. Shit."
"Look, Reino, Oi told ya dis, 'n' Oi meant it. Dis roight 'ere, dis is the Sheila Ra-Dem-Shun Train, baby, an' Oi ain't stoppin' fan nobody. So youse can eivah get on board, or get abso-fucken-lutely flattened. Yaw corl, love."
