The heretic is always better dead...
Joey was actually suprised at the outcome of the match. He was half expecting to lose, let alone win without commiting the final move himself. He turned as Jed was helped up the ramp, looking around the audience. Many of them were concerned for Jed.
Joey took a mic from the ringside crew...
"Listen. And listen well. Because these are the preachings of Saint Joey!
It looks like a few of you are worried at Jed's current state. Well, let's just clear a couple of things up. First of all, I'm disappointed. I thought, head smashed open or not, he might have been able to kick out. I'm sure he'll be fine, I've seen him take worse punishment then that.
And Jed, if you want a rematch at any time, to prove you can beat me, then I'll gladly accept."
With that, Joey dropped the mic, watching it slide out of the ring. He began to exit, and went backstage, slipping on the ramp slightly...
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.