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 he repeated this on the far right 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 t-shirt, eager to show his worth. He exchanged his shirt for a microphone with an official.
"I'm quite saddened by the opponents that I faced, I didn't feel it was that much of a challenge. I mean, I'm in a mach that is basically my kryptonite and I come out of it without any blood and the winner! Either I'm getting tougher and better or the competition is getting a bit weak. I certainly hope that Cross will be a good competitor."With that said, Archangel hand the microphone off to the referee and waited on Cross to make his entrance.
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