>>10547767“Well, shit. G’day Racks. Sorry for not corlin'. Forgot Cass broke me fucken phone.”
>[Sheila has progressed from water onto something harder: Lemonade.]“Ya leg looks fucked, mate. What do they say about a one legged chick in an arse kicken contest? Gonna have to change that one, ay? Congrats, by the way. Glad that someone ‘round ‘ere foinally showed Cassie a bit a tough love. I reckon she’s been needin’ it for some time. Can’t wait ta see how she reacts to lil’ Nicky getting’ gold before her.”
>[Sheila subconsciously perks up as the ale is brought over.]“Don’t get me wrong, mate. I was disappointed in meself after the laddah match. But I wasn’t disappointed in the result. I knew youse were gonna kick the piss outta Cassie, and here we are. But I was disappointed it wasn’t me, ya know? And then havin’ ta foight someone like Nicks... it was just tough. I look at me record and I see a bunch-a up and comers that I managed to scrape by, and then I see two names that put me in my place: you, and Milfo. And now she’s stickin around here and I just...”
“I dunno, mate. I’m chuffed ya think I’m a fight, and I’m proud ya think Oi’ve got a good heart” --
>[La Jefa seems impressed Sheila understood her.]“Ha-ha, yeah, I was gonna impress ya. Me Spanish ain’t great, but Oi’m getting’ there. Anyway, if that’s me last chance at a toitle, I reckon it was a good way to go out. I hope Nickers can handle it.”
>[Looking at the TV screen, Yokoko Zuna kicks Steeli Yastuffi in the gut, and whips her into the corner.]“Look at these two. Who knows if I could even hang with them. Maybe I... shit, maybe I gotta find out.”
>[Almost absent mindedly, Sheila mutters to herself:]“El Dorado? I could be a mighty and powerful god...”
