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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 golden helmet, that masked his face. He went from one end of the stage to the other, on each side he would pound his chest with his right hand and point out to the crowd.

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 made his way down the ramp, but that didn't seem to stop the crowd from cheering loudly. He slapped hands with the fans, going from one side of the ramp to the other, and once he had reached the end of the ramp, The Archangel walked to the turnbuckle steps.

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.

Before going up the steel steps, he removed his luxurious wrap and dropped it on the first step, then went up the steps, entering the ring. Now in the ring he removed his golden helmet and placed it on top of the turnbuckle pole and his white coat and white pants soon followed on the list of what he removed from his person. The coat and pants were handed off to an outside official.

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 undressing down to what could easily be mistaken as tightie whities, he kneeled down in the center of the ring and made a short prayer. After about ten to twenty seconds of prayer, he stood up and was ready to face his opponent, eager to show his worth.