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>[For the first time in... fark, too bloody long, Sheila Foster makes her way to the ring. There is a microphone waiting for her at the top of the steps. Lacking her usual volume and excitement, she speaks.]
"Oi, nah, g'day mates. Ah, so look, Oi was juss wannin' ta come out 'ere and say, ah... fuck. Orright, mates, look. Oi gotta get some shit off me tits. Dun' get all fucken weird about it 'til Oi get ta me point, right? Jus'... fucken bear wiff me, yeah?"
>[Sheila lowers the microphone, and taps it against her thigh a few times.]
"So... Oi ain't really had much luck wiff da whole 'tag team' fing. Most-a youse prob'ly first saw me at Woy-foos Cah-loid back in Feb last year or summin'. Oi was teamin' wiff Beera, because dey fought it was funny ta put me wiff some kid who couldn't hold her piss. And our opponents... well, Oi didn't win the belts, yeah? And... dat was da last toim Oi evah teamed wiff Beers. Oi dunno what's become-a her. And Oi dun' reckon anybody else in 'ere feels the way I do. Den she got abducted, came back, fucked me ovah in da Rumbo, and... anyway, yeah, one 'n' done wiff Beerso."
"Oi ain't da smah-test crayon in the science lab, but even Oi ain't gunna come out 'ere and start torkin' 'bout mi amiga Racks Durango. But in only me second evah tag match in the Dub-Dub-A, Oi beat one-a me 'ponents at Sunroise when Oi pinned Nicko. Ah, Kade. An' her paht'nah was 'er sistah. And dat's 'portant, so fucken pay atten-shun, yeah? But Racks 'n' Oi were kinda fucken good at this whole taggin' fing, and den -- well, Oi ended up foighting Nicko again, and she beat me, we koinda became mates, maybe? But Racks did 'er own fing, Oi got foired -- yadda yadda, get a dog up ya, ya dirty fucken audit cunts. But me point is... even aftah winnin', it was one 'n' done wiff Racks."
>[Sheila pauses, again lowering the microphone before clearing her throat.]
