Clutch Cassidy suddenly enters the room, if there is a room? Is there a scene setting here? If not, then Jenny and Sam need to up their game, yeah? 

Whatever. There's now a scene setting here, because I am third-party POV'ing this. It is a nice room. Maybe a hotel suite? Whose room? Where? Nobody knows. Just imagine it, though, yeah? 

Clutch is carrying a big sack of take-out food. She's happy. So very happy. Even sporting her half of the Anarchy tag straps around her waist on off-hours from the ring. 

In a sing-song type rap voice, with some poorly done be-bopping, she 'sings'... "Sammy, Sammy, Sambo, I got us some yummy, yummy egg rolls.....and other shit too mmmmmmhmmmm yummy yummy in my tummy!" 

She sets the sack down on the table and only now realizes there is another woman in the room. 

Not just any woman, either. 

One of the GOATS! 

Clutch rips off her sunshades. Yes, she wears sunshades indoors, at night. Because only the coolest of the cool do that shit, and she's soooo fuckin cool. She smiles.

"Jenny dag-gum Myst? Holy shit!" 

Clutch's jovial demeanor is short-lived, however. She notices the way Sam is looking at Jenny, or rather, UNDRESSING Jenny with his eyes. 

"Hey, man! Dafuq?" She snaps her fingers in Sam's face. Although Sam's been lusting after Clutch since becoming her strictly platonic tag partner, a lust she has respectfully rejected, Clutch knows his lustful looks at Jenny might be a problem. "Don't get sidetracked with Jenny. We got a tag defense coming up on the first Anarchy of 2026. You need to lock the fuck in, man." 

And what's this? Uh oh, is there a small, almost unnoticeable flash of jealousy swimming across Clutch's features as she tosses a once-over look at Jenny and notices how obviously hotter she is than her?