The heretic is always better dead...
Saint Jimmy by Green Day blares across the arena...
St. Joey's coming down across the alleyway...
Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade...
Lights on the silhouette...
He's insubordinate...
Coming at you on the count of One, Two...
One, Two, Three, Four!
A single pyro erupts, sending a shower of sparks over the stage. After a couple of seconds, Saint Joey leaps onto the ramp! The crowd erupt in awe of their EEW Saint's champion, who is readt to defend his belt against the person who stole it from him, and who, in turn, he stole it back from.
He ran down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope as the crowd chanted... "Joey! Joey! Joey!"
He jumped up to the top rope of the turnbuckle, raising his arm and the title above his head, garnering a loud reaction from the crowd. He jumped back down, throwing the EEW Saint's title towards the referee. He headed to the middle, folding his arms, ready to fight!
... And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.
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