Welcome to Gaia! ::

The announcer announces out..

"Coming in at six feet and one inch tall, straight from heaven...
The "Hooooolllyyy Rooolllleerrr" Archangel!!"

Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

No flashing lights and no video played for him on the titatron, as The Archangel walked slowly out onto the stage, not donning his usual large wide smile, instead he wore a very unhappy face. He went from one end of the stage to the other, on each side he would make an "X" on his chest with his arms, but keep he would keep his eyes on the chamber!

Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake
To guide the future as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul; the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.

No pryotechnics went off as he began to make his way down the ramp and that didn't seem to stop the crowd from cheering loudly, as he handed his shades over to the first fan that he reached. He stiffly slapped hands with fans, staying on one side of the ramp, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel hesitantly entered the chamber, obviously quite spooked of what would come.

Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.

Not bothering to go up the steel steps, he simply rolled into the ring, he went straight to the far left turnbuckle. Stepping up to the second rope, he made an "X" again onto his chest with his arms and this time pointed out with both arms, out to the vast crowd of fans. This time he didn't nod his head, or yell out "This is for you!!". He he continued to repeat this going counter clockwise on each turnbuckle.

Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord,
When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

After he finished playing to the crowd, he pulled off his costume shirt. The blue t-shirt had been custimized, with angel wings that was sewn in with his shirt, and rested easily on his shoulders. The halo that hovered over his head was connected to the wings, by a thin transparent plastic stick.
Eager to show his worth, he tossed the customized shirt outside of the ring, toward any random official to hold for him until after his match.