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>[Somewhere at a local pub, Sheila Foster is in surprisingly good spirits. A random fan comes up to ask for her autograph, and Sheila agrees, as long as the fan can record a statement for her and post it on social media. The video starts mid-sentence, with Sheila staring down the lens.]
-- “cunt. I’ll make this one quick and we can get back ta drinking? Sweet as, mate. Oi, Nico, how ya doin’, mate? Yah nah, look, I had a chat wiff one of SpaggieDog’s secretaries. A while back I arksed if they could set up youse and I for a number one contender match, but they said Nickers and Prissy were adamants that I was the match for the upcomin’ show. Trust me, love, I told ‘em I fought youse deserved a shot too, but would ya believe Prissy can be quoite persuasive... if ya know what I mean, nyeh heh heh.”
“But nah, they said we can still have a match, if I wann’ed and I said a hunnid per cent I was down to get me tits wet with the cat chick. The way I sees it, this still kinda works in ya favor. If youse beat me, then whether I win or lose at the big show, you’re pretty much confirmed ta be the numbah one contendah. If I then lose, youse are still pretty much the best person ta take the gold from Nickers afteah. And if I can somehow get through youse and Nickers, then at least youse an’ Oi’ll know that the toitle is on a top notch champ, yeah?”
“It’s still up to youse, though. Lemme know if ya wanna get it on.”
“Yeah, sweet, mate. Youse can stop recordin’ now. Oi, buy me a drink, yeah? Fucken oath, good stuff mate. Let get it”--
