LAST ONE IM DELETING THE REST OF MY DRAFTSSSS
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A/N - started: 8:50pm Saturday july (uh). Finished:
"Next up we have a world cup champion, he's travelled hours upon hours to see you all here today, the fighter you will see before you has defeated over 100 opposers and wrapped up 50 competitions," Swaggers looks out on the crowd of town folk, smiling under his helmet and adjusting the grip on his axe, flexing his forearm muscles, wrapped tightly under the shield holder, "We are happy and proud to present to you, SwaggerSouls!" the commentator yells into the microphone, perched up on her step.
The crowd goes wild, cheering and clapping, whistles echoing throughout the stadium, Swagger jogs out onto the arena, looking through the holes in his helmet to the audience and finally settling on his competition, eyes focused like a hawk to prey and expression flattening to a scowl, "Alright so the fight you will see tonight will be a classic, no special rules, anything goes, each hit will count as a point, it's anyones game,"
Swagger nods towards his opponent, holding his axe up and slowly stepping forwards, "Swagger on the right wielding his parashu axe and heater shield, Storm on the left wielding a Scottish dirk and Parma shield
