Jennie kicks out with authority, but the chest destroying after effects of the heart punch still have pushed the air right out of her. She starts crawling away from Sam, trying desperately to catch her breath. 

Aw geez, Jennie, that wasn't much of a kick out, was it? Seems like somebody's getting TIRED. And you know what, I can't imagine why! It's not like you put in any real work to win the title in the first place! It's not like you're busy rushing off to Warfare to defend it! Nahhhh....Jenny Myst's lap dog is what you are. You got USED you dumb bitch and if it wasn't for Scoops (somehow) Jenny Myst's stupid plan would have come to fruition and you'd be sitting here titleless. Which, honestly, is what you deserve! 

Actin' so world weary already when you ain't actually done SHIT. Fuck you Jennie! Fuck you and DIE!

Sam brings the hammer down, smashing the steel gauntlet over Jennie's skull. He pins her again!

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Kick out while drinking a margarita