>>21170638“Ack-shally, speakin’ ov’ Oi ain’t run dis boy Kelsie yes, so, uh, sorry in advance, love. Nyeh heh heh.”
“Dis is me first fucken toitle in the dub-dub-ay, an’ Oi dun feel loik lettin’ me tits get droy jus’ because I’ve got me a cracker ovva new belt. Oi’m looking to get me tits wet wiff any cunt dat wants ta smash ‘em. So to moy, dis is real fucken simple. Open challenges are fa weak cunts, and Sheila fucken Fostah ain’t no fucken weak cunt. So Oi can fink-a cuppla ways ta get ta me, and it’s summin loik dis:”
“Numbah one: win a fucken tag match. If youse is a singles cunt, ya ain’t foightin’ faw da fucken tag toitles anyway. Two singles gals smashed togevva is dumb as fuck anyway.”
“Numba twos: youse gotta beat one-a Kelsie or me in a singles foight. But we ain’t ‘ceptin’ any fucken challenge. Youse gotta get yaself a streak or momentum or summin.”
“Numbah free: do summin fucken sick. Jump off summin hoy. Hit anuvva cunt wiff a loight toob. I dunno, anyfink loik dat. Jus’ make Kelsie ‘n’ Oi fink youse a mad cunt. Dat’ll werk.”
“An’ numbah faw: well, dis one is koinda risky. But... if ya feelin’ froggy, dere is one more way, yeah? And dat’s ta really fucken piss us off. Now, Oi dun’ recommend dis one, but youse never know. Maybe youse'll live long enough faw us ta give ya a match.”
>[Sheila’s expression drops again, and she stares into the camera... before perking back up again!]“Fark me, lost me train-a-fort. Nyeh heh heh. Anywho, dat’s me fucken toim, some uvva cunt wants to ‘frill’ ya wiff dere torking or whatevah, Oi dunno. Prob’ly one-a-da newbies, so be noice to ‘em. Ah... yeah. Dat’s all. Onya, cunts!”
>[Sheila Foster's music begins again and she slings her title over her shoulder and heads back up the rampway -- until suddenly her music is cut off.] 