The heretic is always better dead...
Joey fell backwards, hitting his head on the table. It was almost as if the table itself was on Jed's side.
He was twisted into the Florida Clover Leaf, his knee being constricted and twisted into oblivion. He screamed as the crowd began to shout. Joey was left with no choice but to tap. As soon as his taps hit the table, it broke, almost as if he was being swallowed into Hell.
A faint white light shone down on Jed, which only a few people could see...
He was twisted into the Florida Clover Leaf, his knee being constricted and twisted into oblivion. He screamed as the crowd began to shout. Joey was left with no choice but to tap. As soon as his taps hit the table, it broke, almost as if he was being swallowed into Hell.
A faint white light shone down on Jed, which only a few people could see...
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.