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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 an still donning a large wide smile, showing off his pearly whites even though this match was his weakness. 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.

And instead of sliding into the ring like he normally does, he halted his sprint and eyed Marxx with a careful eye he rolled quickly into the ring. Walking over to the far left turnbuckle, holding Marxx in his eyesight he stepped up to the second rope, making an "X" again onto his chest with his arms and this time pointed out with both arms, out to the vast crowd of fans. Not doing his usual counter clockwise on each turnbuckle, he headed for the near right turnbuckle and ended his playing to the crowd.

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.

Kneeling down in the center of the ring, Archangel made a short prayer. Then he pulled off his blue t-shirt and eager to show his worth, he tossed the shirt outside of the ring, toward any random official to hold for him until after his match, awaiting for the next two opponents.