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>[It’s a cold night on the Spaghetti Town beach, but one competitor is red hot, as a deadly combination of rum and pent up aggression threatens to boil over. If she is talking to anyone in particular, they aren’t showing that they are paying attention.]
“Ya know, Oi jus’ fink it’s funny. Show’s corled ‘Woy-Fus in Paris’ but ‘parrently it ain’t corled ‘Tag Toitles da-fended in Paris’. Faw tag team match, eh? Faw fucken taggers, and ain’t nunnuv’em wanna smash tits wiff the tag team champs. Oi unnah-stand Neffer wants revenge on Scarlo, ‘cause dat shit’s been runnin fah munfs now. And Oi ain’t gawna get orl mad at Kelsi faw wan’in’ ta prah-tetct Casso from da fucken emo Black Parade. But da rest’ve ‘em? Nah, fuck off.”
“Ovah a munf ago, Septembah fifteenf, Sheila bloody Fostah smashed tits wiff Reino. Dat one ended in a countout, if youse remembah. Den Kelsie had a little brain fart and whatevah, and dat’s orl foin, we’s worked dat out. But long story real fucken short, Reoino ‘parrently fucken disappeared aftah dat. Imagine if she won, and den still fucked off, ay? Dat same noight, Lols cracked a cunt wiff a loight toob. And if any of ya remembah, Auntie Sheils made it real fucken simple ta get a shot at da toitles, and cracking a cunt wiff a loight toob was wunn’ve’em. So youse wood fink, ‘Oi Sheils, dere’s ya next tag toitle foight,’ eh?”
>[Sheila imitates a buzzer.]
“EEEHHH. Wrong as fuck, mates.”
“Lols made a challenge, Oi... koinda fah-got ta respond... but she ain’t said nuffin since anyway! Kels beat da piss outta her Deff-proof partnah and lols just fucken smoiled and took it, hey? Not dat Lols is da only one in Deffproof what rubs me the wrong way anyway. Nunna dem cunts fought ta stand up faw dere mate. Froggo or eyepatch... fucken day-jah-voo at cunts loyk dat being shithouse teammates.”
