Samson vs Skull -- The Deciding Match

Samson vs Skull – The Deciding Match

By

The Mangler

Tonight’s main match at the Redneck Arena was the third meeting between the two combatants, Samson and Skull.  Their rivalry went back many years and their first match was the impetus for the formation of the Redneck Arena.  The fans had gotten involved after the match, and although Samson had won, he was subjected to abuse at the hands of the fan – a fairly common occurrence in this league, but usually reserved for the loser.  (for more details see Redneck Arena History).  Each had won one of their previous matches, the last was won by Skull about one month before (see Samson vs Skull – the Rematch).  So, while this would be the “deciding” match, the rivalry between these two was such that it probably wasn’t the last match.  And their ring battles were always very intense.


"And now our referee for tonight’s match..... Jaaaaake."  Jake was 30, 5’11” tall, weighed about 180 pounds.  He was well built and in good shape.  As Jake ran down into the ring a couple of different chants were heard.

"Cocksucker”, “cheater” and “cheating cocksucker" alongside a large number of boos.  However, the local motorcycle gang was giving him some cheers as they were happy with his refereeing of the previous bout.  He tried to ignore the negative taunts, but it was difficult to do so.  Especially as it was so unfair but he had been forbidden by the commissioner from explaining what had occurred and that he had been coerced into his actions. (see Start of Revenge)

He ran down the cage covered corridor and hopped up into the ring.  He was still thinking about the DMs which one of the assistants had shown him just prior to the match.  They were messages from Skull to one his associates describing how Jake had assisted him in his last match.  However, the messages were not respectful as they called Jake names like pussy, cocksucker, and pansy.  Unknown to Jake, the assistant had been paid by Samson to make sure that he saw the messages.

After hoping into the ring, he went to one of the corners on the far side of the ring and waited.

"And our first contestant entering the ring, standing 6' 2" tall and weighing in at 240 pounds, the challenger for tonight’s match…… Saaammmmson."

Samson entered the covered walkway to a loud course of boos and insult.  He also heard a lot more cheers than he was usually used to.   He just ignored them all as he walked to the ring.  He had rugged good looks (some say classic) and usually he had long brown hair that ran to just below his shoulders.  After the events of the last match, he had cut his hair into a military buzz cut.  He was muscled and had tight ridged abs.  His chest was covered with a light covering of hair which ran down to his abs and then ran in a tight line down into his trunks.  Both his tits had a shield piercing in place with the nipples poking through the middle of it with a small barbell piercing in place.  The one on the left was a recent addition after his last match with Skull.  He was wearing a pair of brown square cut trunks with a cup in for added protection.  He had knee pads on both legs.  His wrists were wrapped with black tape for support. Samson stood in the ring waiting for Skull to make his appearance.   Since, this was the tiebreaker match and he was determined to win, for many reasons. 

Jake, the ref, had just finished checking for foreign objects.  It had been a quick check.  He was still distracted by the private DMs he had been shown prior to entering the Redneck Arena.

"And now his opponent for tonight's match, standing at 5" 11" and 225 pounds, Skkkullll."

Skull then stalked into the entrance of the enclosed walkway.  His eyesight was laser focused on Samson and the sneer on his face became even more fierce as he strutted in to the loud cheers from his gang members and the audience.

Fireplug was the best description for the solid look muscle monster.  He was hairless from the top of his head to the toes of his feet.  (And if you could see it all, that was true everywhere.)  He had several tattoos across his body.  On his right bicep was a "Born to Destroy" tat just below his trademark Skull tattoo.  On the left bicep was a curled snake with the head extending on the pec and the jaws open around the tit.  On his right pec was another dark Skull with bright red eyes.  Across the upper back and shoulders, similar to a name stripe on a jersey, was the word DESTROYER with red blood dripping down from the base of each letter.  At the present this was covered by his torn, faded levi top.   He was wearing his trademark blood red wrestling trunks (some said to hide the blood from his opponent), red knee pads, but black wrestling boots. 

Skull finally began walking down the walkway.  There were more Samson fans at this match than usual and they were screaming obscenities at Skull.  He ignored most of them.  However, as he was approaching the ring one of the fans screamed loud enough to be heard over the others “gonna get ass fucked tonight, Skully boy “.

Skull turned to stare at the fan.  This was his first mistake.  No sooner had he turned toward the fan, than Samson charged across the ring and leaped between the top and second rope.  He was laser focused on Skull and hit him in the middle of the back, driving him face and body first into the cage surrounding the ring.  Samson couldn’t have planned it much better as Skull was rammed into one of the poles supporting the cage.  There was a loud sound as his forehead slammed into the pole.  A small laceration was opened.

Standing in the ring, Jake did nothing but signal for the bell to sound to begin the match.  The motorcycle gang to which Skull belonged began screaming at him.  Had the wrestlers been switched they would have been cheering.

As Samson stood and stepped back, Skull dropped to his knees stunned by the blow.  Samson quickly grabbed the back of Skull’s head, there was no hair to grab, and slammed his head into the pole several more time.  As he released him, Skull dropped to the arena floor.

Jake had managed to arrive at the area and told Samson, “take it back into the ring, now.”

“Sure, that would be fun,” he replied.  He reached down, grabbed Skull by his denim jacket and wrestling trunks, lifted him to his feet and threw him under the bottom rope. He slid under the ropes, removed the jean jacket and threw it toward the far corner.  He pulled Skull up, drove him back into the ring corner, grabbed the ropes on either side and began delivering a series of shoulder slams into the abs.  Each blow forced more air from Skull’s lungs. 

As Jake got between the two wrestlers and pushed Samson back toward the center of the ring, Skull slumped down in the corner.  Jake then turned to check on Skull.  While the ref was doing this, Samson walked over, picked up Skull denim jacket and removed the small metal chain he knew was hidden in the hem.  He then dropped it down into the top of his boots.

He then went back to the corner and pushed Jake to the side.   As he got close to the corner, Skull launched himself upward and outward slamming his head into Samson crotch.  Unfortunately, he forgot that Samson was wearing a metal cup, so the blow was more damaging to him than it was to Samson.

However, Samson did feel the move and backed up a couple of steps.  Skull continued on down until he was laying on the mat.

This was a good reminder to Samson that Skull was a good and tough wrestler and wouldn’t be going down easy. But going down he was.  He moved more cautiously toward his opponent and then delivered a knee drop across the upper back and neck.  He then pulled Skull to his feet, clamped on a side headlock and then hip tossed him to the mat, maintaining the hold and following his down all the while.

Once on the mat, he began to apply as much pressure as he could to the headlock.  He occasionally interspersed a jab to the forehead which only caused the bleeding to restart.  Skull slowly began to push himself up to his knees.  He then began straining to push himself upright.  Samson, sensing the inevitable, suddenly stood up, dragging Skull along with him.  Once they were on their feet, Skull quickly tossed Samson toward the ring ropes and pulled his head out of the headlock. 

As he bounced off the ring ropes and back toward his opponent, he was hit the abdomen with a straight leg raise, forcing the air from his lungs and forcing him back several paces.  Skull charged at him and delivered a lariat across the chest, knocking Samson to the mat on his back.  After delivering the lariat, Skull had continued toward the ropes, hopping to the second rope and springing backward with a somersaulting, landing on Samson in a full body fashion.

When he hit Samson, both wrestlers bounced on the ring floor.  The momentum had now switched to Skull.  He stood and began a series of stomps onto the pecs of his opponent.  He then switched his stomps to the right bicep of Samson.

After several stomps, he pulled Samson to his feet and then picked him and inverted him.  He then dropped Samson’s right shoulder on his outstretched knee delivering a powerful shoulder break.  He repeated the maneuver once more.  He then lifted Samson up, prepared him for a bodyslam, but made sure to trap the right arm behind the back before charging across the ring, leaping in the air and delivering a power slam slamming both his and Samsons body to the mat directly on the trapped arm and shoulder.

The combined weight of both of their bodies had the desired effect, driving the wind out of Samson and delivering a blow to the right shoulder.  Being on top, Skull was the first to recover.  He noted they were near the ring ropes, so he slid onto the floor outside the ring.  He reached under the ring ropes, grabbed Samson’s right arm and used it to pull his body partially out of the ring.  Skull had done this so Samson’s upper body was hanging slightly over the ring apron.  His right arm was then placed around the ring post.

Skull began jerking the wrist and arm of Samson, such that his armpit and upper bicep was slamming into the ring post.  He was essentially trying to dislocate the shoulder or at least do it some damage.  He only managed to do this three times before Jake, who had leaped over the ropes to the ring floor, was in his face and placed both hands on Skulls pecs and physically shoved him away from Samson.

“Get the damned action back into the ring, jerk face,” he screamed as he pushed Skull back

“What the fuck?  How dare you touch me,” Skull screamed in reply and the moved back toward Jake.

“Come on man, hit me.  You know the commissioner would just love that,” Jake replied as he closed the distance.  The two men were standing practically face to face. 

Skull wanted nothing more in the world than to slam a fist into the face of the ref.  However, because of his post-match action against the ref after his and Samson’s last match, he knew that could land him in some trouble. He didn’t really care about that, but just wondered if now was the time to allow that to happen.  “Yeah well I’ve got more important things to worry about than the damned commissioner.  Plus, I need your ass to count this piss ant loser out, so I’ll pass…..for now, asshole.”  He then took one step backward.

And then went flying across the floor into the cage around the ring.  Because while Skull and the ref had been arguing, Samson had pulled himself to his feet, charged across the ring, bounced off the ropes and then came toward Skull and the ref.  At the last minute he had done a baseball slide under the bottom ropes and slammed both of his booted feet into the side of Skull’s head.  The unexpected blow had caused Skull to stumble sideways and slam into the side of the cage.

By hitting Skulls’ Skull, Samson’s forward progress had been halted so he had not completely cleared the ring.   He sat up on the apron and looked towards Jake who was still standing outside the ring.  Jake simply looked at Samson and said “count of ten and you need to be back in the ring.”  He then hoisted himself back to the ring apron, climbed through the ropes and called out

  “One”.

Samson simply winked at Jake, hopped off the ring apron and approached Skull who had slumped to the floor.  Samson was shaking out his right arm, because the series of maneuvers had caused some damage.  He pulled Skull to his feet, charged him across the floor and slammed his head in the fence, just in front of where the Skull’s MC gang was.  He then flipped him around and did a DDT.

“two”

He then grabbed the right arm, pulled it out and stepped on the ankle.  He then began to stomp on the bicep in a rapid fire staccato.  He finished by giving a kick into the exposed armpit.

“three”

Then, imitating, Skull, he pulled is opponent up, lock his right arm behind his back and delivered a power slam on the thinly padded floor.  Skull arched up, after Samson got off of him, and barely managed to pull his right arm out from his back.

“four”

Skull was pulled from the floor, drug over to the ring apron, had his right arm passed around the turnbuckle and his bicep repeatedly slammed into the study pole.  After several slams, Samson released the arm and Skull staggered back and then dropped to his butt.

“five”

Skull’s fans were demanding that Jake do something for Skull as he had done for Samson.  Jake simply kept counting.  Samson walked over to Skull and delivered a roundhouse kick to the side of the head.  Skull when from a sitting position to a supine one. He was then hit with a leg drop across the chest.

“six”

Samson once again drug Skull to a standing position, charged him across the open space and slammed the right shoulder into the ring apron, followed by grabbing the wrist and flinging Skull into the cage.  As he hit the cage full frontal on, Skull dropped almost straight back to the floor.

“seven”

Samson lifted a mostly dead weight Skull up and ran him back first into the corner.  He did this twice more before rolling him back into the ring under the bottom rope.  He made sure to roll him away from the ropes and into the ring proper.

“eight”

Samson climbed onto the ring apron, ascending the ropes and did a moonsault off the top.  Unfortunately, instead of landing chest and stomach first onto Skull, he landed on Skull’s upraised knees.  Skull had enough awareness around him to raise his knees at the right time.  Samson impacted, emptied his lungs of air, and then rolled off to the mat.  Both men lay in the ring, not moving other than trying to breath.   

Jake began a new count to see if they could/would get up before the count of ten. 

Surprisingly, it was Skull who began to come to his feet first. Evidently, landing on the knees from such a distance took more out of Samson than most people expected.  Skull was able to use the ropes in the corner to come upright again.  However, he wasn’t very steady. He knew that he had to be vigilant and take advantage of his, well, advantage.

He waited until Samson had gotten up to his hands and knees and then began to raise up to just the knees before he struck.   But once he did, he delivered a round house kick to Samson’s forehead. This snapped him backwards with his back hitting the ropes and him bouncing back toward Skull who completed a 360 and delivered another roundhouse kick.  This time he allowed Samson to fall back to the mat.

Skull walked around the ring twice to get his balance back and also to feed his rage.  He was going to have to teach this little upstart a lesson just like last time.

He then approached Samson, and began pulling him up. Inadvertently, he positioned them so that Jake was behind him and did not have a full view of Samson.  He suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through his groin to the top of his head.  He staggered backward two steps with a surprised look on his face before dropping to his knees.  He looked like the painting the scream with his mouth twisted open in surprise.

For while he had been walking around the ring, Samson, who wasn’t quite as out of it as he pretended, had slipped the small chain he had stolen from Skull at the beginning of the match. He had wrapped it around his right hand and ask Skull had pulled him up, he had delivered a closed fist punch up between the legs and into Skull’s balls.  He had hit as hard as he could. 

As Jake saw Skull holding his nuts, he turned toward Samson, who pointed to his lower abs and said “sorry, I was aiming for the lower abdomen and he stepped into me.”  As he said this, he had his right hand down behind his right thigh so that Jake could not see the chain still wrapped around his knuckles.

Jake just looked and said “Okay.  Be more careful in the future. ”  He then stepped back.

Samson simply smirked, and then walked over to Skull who was still kneeling on the mat.  He reached down, grabbed Skull in a headlock and then stood up, forcing Skull back into a standing position bent over in the headlock.  He twisted so that the ref could not see Skull’s head.  He then brought his right hand a round and delivered a series of shots into the laceration on the forehead.  After the third blow, blood would splatter with each shot.  Seeing the ref coming around, he dropped his right hand behind his back again.

“Watch the fists,” Jake stated looking at the blood.

“Did you see me use a fist?  I didn’t use a fist”, was all Samson said.

“I didn’t need to see it.  I saw the blood splatter and know what it was,” Jake admonished.

“I did not use a fist,” Samson insisted.

While engaged in this discussion he was able to remove the chain from around his knuckles and tuck them into the side of his trunks.  He then bulldogged Skull down to the mat.  Once on the mat, he stretched out the right arm and began a series of stomps into the right bicep. He was returning to his original plan of action.

He then lifted Skull up and performed a series of three shoulders breakers on the right shoulder.  Finally, he pulled him over to the corner, stepped between the ropes and grabbed the right wrist.  He lifted the arm in the air and rapidly brought it down, slamming the armpit into the top of the turnbuckle.  He did this twice more and then on the finally attempt he actually jumped down from the ring slamming the armpit into the top turnbuckle and then holding on as he went to the floor, drastically increasing the pressure.  When he released the hold, Skull stumbled backward toward the middle of the ring before falling to the mat.

As Samson re-entered the ring, he did feel the thin chain drop from his trunks to the mat.  Jake, however, did see it but he just kicked the chain to the floor as if were simply a piece of trash.  Samson went to the downed Skull, placed a chicken wing on the right arm and applied as much pressure as possible.

“give it up asshole.  You have been beaten.  Give it up or I will destroy your shoulder,” Samson growled at Skull.

“not happening,” Skull initially said through gritted teeth, but shortly the pain became too much and he shouted “I GIVE, I GIVE.”

Samson refused to release the hold, and Jake did not immediately demand it.  Samson screamed “Admit I am the MAN and you are the boy.”

Skull tried to hold out but after a few seconds he screamed “You are the MAN and I am the BOY.”

Samson then released the hold and stood up.

Jake grabbed his wrist and lifted his arm in the air.

“So, another suplex this time?”

Jake responded, “Nah that is getting old.  How about a DDT?”

Samson look askance at Jake and replied “Okay, but you’re taking this awfully well.”

“Why not.  I know it’s going to happened, you know it’s going to happen, the fans know it is going to happen, and the commissioner knows it’s going to happen, so let’s mix it up.”

Samson laughed and pulled his hand down.  As Jake turned to check on Skull, Samson spun him around and punched him in the gut.  When Jake bent over, Samson locked his head between his thighs and lifted him up.

Knowing what was about to happen, Jake Screamed “No” just as Samson jumped up and delivered the pile driver.  As he released him, Jake dropped to the mat out of action for a while.  “Didn’t want you to get complacent”, he laughed.

Samson then drug Skull over toward the cage where the gang was waiting.  They were not happy.  They were here to see Samson get beat down, not Skull.

Samson locked Skull back into the chicken wing and looked out at the group.  “He stays in this thing until the shoulder is damaged or until one of you hands over the key.” 

“What key?”  was the response.

“You know what damned key,” was the response.  Samson then tightened the chicken wing even more.

“We don’t know what damned key you are talking about,” one of the gang replied.

Samson simply increased the pressure to the max.

Skull was now screaming, “Give him the goddamn key and do it now.”

Shortly thereafter a small key was passed into the cage to Samson who took it and dropped it into his trunks. He then pushed Skull up against the fence, making sure his nose passed through.  He locked the right arm into an armbar.

“Okay, I know the plan was to pierce my nose to match the two nipple rings Skull gave me and I know the fans were looking forward to my further humiliation.  But a slight change in plans.  Asshole here is the one getting his nose pierced.  Let’s get this show on the road.”

“We don’t know what you are talking…..” began the leader of the MC gang.  Samson pushed the right arm higher up into the armbar.

“Shit, shit, aaaahh.  Just do the goddamned fucking piercing already,” Screamed Skull who was now in agony.

The tattooist and piercer look at the leader who just nodded his head.  The piercer approached and in a matter of minutes had a moderate sized ring pierced through the septum and sealed with superglue.  Samson then pulled Skull back through the fence, delivered a pile driver, and then stripped Skull of his trunks.  He left him naked and out by the side of the ring.  As he walked down the ring, he pushed the purloined trunks through the cage to a hot young muscular guy standing there. 

“I know he really liked these trunks.  Get out of here now”, he said as Samson nodded toward Skull’s MC gang member, “and you should be able to arrange a trade later.”  Getting the message, the young stud grabbed the trunks and he and his two friends high tailed it out of there.

Samson went over to the ring, grabbed Jake by his ankle and drug him out of the ring.  Helping him stand, he threw his arm over his shoulder and helped him toward the walk leading to the cage.

“I suppose at some point I’m going to pay for the last two matches, aren’t I?” he asked Samson.

“By all right yeah you should, but you gave such entertainment it might not happen,” Samson replied.

Jake snorted, “Yeah in this league it’s just going to be forgiven and forgotten.  I doubt that.”

Samson just laughed.

“I know this was a set up from the get go.  Those DM’s were obviously fake.”

Samson, “yeah I suspected you did, but you played your part well this time, so I forgive you for last time.  Just don’t let it happen again.”

Jake sighed “we’ll just have to wait and see.”

By then they were in the back.  Samson dropped Jake off at the refs dressing room and then proceeded to the wrestler’s dressing room to wait. But he had something to do before just waiting.  He began by removing his wrestling boots and socks.  He then reached into his trunks and removed the key he was given.  He placed that on the bench.  He then removed his wrestling trunks, along with the metal cup and his jock strap.  He then stretched before reaching down, grabbing the key off the bench and then looked down at the metal chastity cage enclosing his cock.

“It’s about damned time this thing was off,” he murmured placing the key in the lock.  With one turn, the lock was opened and then removed.  He slipped the barrel of the chastity device off, then removed the ring from behind his balls and the root of his cock. For the first time in six months, he was free of the hated chastity device.  He carefully sat the device on the bench.  He then began to slowly stroked his cock, which quickly reached full size.  The feeling was amazing and he knew it wouldn’t take much before he came.  However, he had other plans for that, so he removed his hand, with much reluctance.  He then sat down on the bench, stretched out and waited.

About ten minutes later he heard the locker room door open, and heard a loud plop as a body sat down heavily on a bench. He then heard, “I need to get a better second job.  Hauling around these barely awake, burly wrestlers is getting old fast.  Especially since we’re not allowed to play with them.”

A second voice replied, “Yeah, I know.  Plus, the blood like this one.  But hey, at least they pay well.”

The door then closed as the two attendants walked out.  They had done as instructed by Samson.  The rest was up to him.

Samson walked around the lockers to find Skull sitting on the bench with his back against the wall.  The blood on his face had dried and the small cut didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore.  He had his eyes open and was looking at Samson as he walked over. Skull couldn’t help but notice that Samson was naked and hard as a rock.  He saw Samson drop the towel he was carrying on the bench.

“Looks like you got out chastity after all.  Lucky you,” he sneered.

“Nothing Lucky about it. I beat your ass fair and square and took my rewards.”

“Fair and square?? You used a chain,” began Skull.

“A chain YOU brought into the ring and a chain YOU used on me before.  So, according to the rules of the Redneck Arena, yeah fair and square.  And now I’m going to claim my reward, fair and square.”  As he said the last, Samson reached down, rotated the nose ring in Skull nose upward (eliciting a small squeal of pain) and then planted a forceful kiss on Skull’s lips.

Skull did not retract but leaned into the kiss.  He started to insert his tongue into Samson’s mouth, but Samson, forced his on tongue in first.  Breaking the kiss, Samson leaned back and said “Foreplay’s over bitch.  Been waiting for this for months.  Suck me off,” he demanded as he directed his hard cock towards skull lips.

Skull obliged and began licking and sucking in earnest.  As it had been six months since he last had a true orgasm, it didn’t take long before he was explosively cumming, even though he tried to hold back.

“Short trigger there, little man,” Skull smirked as Samson finished cumming.  “or should I say little boy.”

“I’d stick with just man.  Otherwise you’ll have to explain to the world how you got your ass kicked by a boy.”  As he was saying this, Samson reached down and began removing Skull wrestling boots.  Once he had them off, Skull was now naked.  He looked like he was beginning to get hard as well, although he hurt like hell.

Smirking an evil little laugh, samson reached under the bench and pulled out an ice bag which he then slapped without warning or ceremony onto Skull’s crotch.

“goddammit that’s cold,” Skull screamed.  He started to reach with his right arm, but stopped when his shoulder screamed at him.

Samson just laughed.  When the ice bag had done its job and Skulls cock had retracted to its soft form, he reached over and from his towel removed the chastity device which he then started to apply to Skull.

Skull yelled “Oh hell no and started to reach down.”

Samson was faster however and with his left hand grabbed skulls balls and began squeezing.  With his right hand he reached up and grabbed the nose ring which had been recently installed and pulled downward.

Skull saw stars as the ring was pulled and his balls crushed.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice.  Don’t worry, you’ll have the chance to earn our freedom.”

Not really having the will to fight it out, knowing he would probably loose, Skull just nodded and leaned back after Samson released his hold on the nose ring.

He then just watched as the device was applied. 

When finished, Samson pulled Skull to his feet and said, “Come on.  Let’s get you cleaned up.  Lucky for you it looks like I’m ready for a little more action as well.”  Skull did notice his former opponents cock stiffening up again.
The motorcycle gang was waiting at the back entrance for Skull to appear.  They had chased over any stragglers or fans as they did not wish for them to see Skull after his defeat.

As the door opened, they all turned and gasped at the site walking out the door.

“Oh, hell fucking no,” growled the leader and he started forward. He stopped when he saw Skull shake his head.

“He beat me, so he gets his stakes – for now.”  The leader didn’t look happy but had to admit that Samson had bested skull and the gang’s plan.

The site that had greeted them was Samson walking out of the door wearing dirty jeans and boots with a pair of leather chaps over the jeans.  He was wearing an old, well worn leather jacket.  As Samson wasn’t stupid, none of the leathers were from the gang.  What had startled the leader, was than Samson was hold a leash which ran back to the nose ring of Skull.  Skull was wearing only a pair of white tennis shoes.  Otherwise he was naked except for the chastity device.  None of the gang liked the “preppy” look.

Skull was also carrying two gym bags – his and Samsons.  Samson walked over to Skull motorcycle and climbed on.  You could feel the tension run through the other gang members and Samson could almost feel the threat of violence.  He was a little concerned until Skull spoke.

“Come on guys.  I hate this just as much as you do.  But the goddamn little bastard did beat me.  And you have to admit he is one sexy little fucker as well.  Don’t worry, he’ll get his someday.”

After securing the gym bags, he climbed on the back and wrapped his arms around Samson. When he did so he reached up and tweaked Samsons’ nipples.

The next sound that was heard was the roar of the many cycles as they pulled out and headed back toward home.

Skull shouted into Samson’s ear as they drove out. “Better enjoy yourself, because payback is going to be a bitch.”

Skull couldn’t hear the reply which was “I’m certainly counting on it.”  Samson also felt an erotic shudder pulse throughout his body.