>>10287682https://youtu.be/Lo2qQmj0_h4>[Ladies and gentlemen, stumbling out onto the entrance ramp: Sheila Foster. Through the magic of beer, Sheila's voice carries across through the arena]:"Oi, wait a tick, yeah-nah, what the hell? Youse think you're the champ just cause Ashy is taken a break? I hope she comes back, because she an I ain't even got our tits wet yet. But holding that toitle? That ain't how this works, love. Me memory ain't great at the best of toims, but I reckon the last cunt ta pin youse was... well shit, it's ya old mate Sheila Foster. I ain't here ta piss in ya pasta, mate, but I'd reckon there might be someone with a bigger claim ta that belt than youse"--
>[Sheila cuts herself off. She's just remember something.]"Ah, shit, Rackz and the ladder match. Orright, nah, I can work with this. The ways I sees it, Nikkers, you can hold that toitle, but that dun make it yours. Not gonna lie, mate, but this is kinda sim'lar to someone else a while back. I ain't gunna get into that now, but."
"So lemme think -- I've just gotta fight me mate, then I gotta fight youses sista, then I gotta fight youse. Still gotta make time for Milfo, as well - fuck me it gets busy around here. You're off the hook for now, Ranga. But trust me when I say Oi'll be comin for that belt sooner rather than later. Um yeah. Well, I guess that's it then. Tell ya sis I said hi. G'day cheerleader. Nice ta see ya, Amy. Yeah, nah, orright, I'm headin to the pub. Catch yas later."
>[And with that, Sheila simply wanders off back stage, taking another big swig of her beer.] 