"Korvayne....BEHOLD! My latest work of art!"

Samael tears away the cloth concealing his art to reveal....




Ok, it's not actually a censored bar. It's just that in reality it's so crude, so gratuitous we can't in good conscience show it to you.

Korvayne takes a step back, considering it. Perhaps she's thinking that she's never seen a vulva juxtaposed with so many bloody tentacles. Perhaps she's thinking that all those women look awfully uncomfortable with those enormous....well....anyway....

Or perhaps she's just wondering just how drunk Samael really is. Because he's really, REALLY fucking drunk.

So drunk in fact that as he waves his arm with a flourish towards the "art" he teeters off balance and lands on top of Korvayne! An enterprising ref counts Korvayne down for the accidental pin!

1....

2....

One!

"Don't you barf on me you drunk bath turd!"

TWO!

Sam indeed barfs despite his best efforts.

But it's a good this once and only time, since it allows the GREAT Korvayne to kick out much easier.

Which she does.

Kick out!

If Sam wasn't so damn cute in his own wierdo psycho beanpole way Kor would be mad at this, but nah, she giggles as  her SIMP wipes the puke off.