The Holy Ghost adjusted the scale. "Even weights. This'll be a close match, boys."
The Old Messiah and the New Messiah glared into each other's eyes. "Goood."
They went into their dressing rooms. The New Messiah started flipping through last year's criminal code from Follicle, New Jersey.
"Hey, no lex before a fight!" said his trainer, and the Newfie put away the book.
The Old Messiah looked out the window and saw the flashing sign of a Seven ElevenTM store with a broken switch. A sudden yearning for a package of Big League ChewTM took over his soul, proving that even Messiahs are vulnerable to possession.
