>>10131669>[Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the blaring notes of AC/DC get the Spaghetti Town auditorium rumbling as the one and only Sheila Foster makes her way to the ring. She grabs a mic and begins to speak]:"Cassie bloody Kade. I'll keep this real simple for ya. Your mate whacked me in the back-a me head, cost me a shot at the Beachy-jo, and ya still bullied poor Sola in ya match match. Sour grapes maybe that ya plan got caught out, and you little boytoy got all wet -- and not in the fun way. Sola 'n' I have spoke, and I ain't here ta fight her fights or coddle her. If and when she wants a piece of ya, she'll come and take it herself."
"Nah, mate, my problem is that you thought youse could take me out with a king hit rather than a proper match, but I've got some bad news for ya sunshine: you just made me mad. I figure since ya can't do ya dirty on ya own, ya might as well grab a partner and we can do this all proper-like, in a tag match. I've got a feelin' you've got no shortage of enemies, and I'm pretty sure I can convince at least one a them to team up with ol' Sheila Foster to get in the ring with you."
"And chief, youse don't have ta answer now. I know youse are a 'busy' 'lady', so take some time to think it over. I'm sure you'll have ya hands full elsewhere anyway. If ya need me, I'll be at the pub. See ya soon, Cass."
