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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 strode out onto the stage, donning a large wide smile, showing off his pearly whites. 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, and point out to the crowd, nodding.

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 slapped hands with fans, going from one side of the ramp to the other, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel sprinted toward the ring.

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 slid in the ring, he headed 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 just nod his head, he would yell out "This is for you!!". Unfortunately, only the first few rows of fans might have heard him through the roar of the crowd, but the rest of the fans had a pretty good idea of what he was saying and responded their thanks in cheers. He repeated 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 kneeled down in the center of the ring and made a short prayer. Then he pulled off his blue custimized t-shirt, with angel wings that was sewn in with his shirt, and rested easily on his shoulders.
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.