Sir Trillian

"SIR TRILLIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The announcer shouts

The door opens, as this bicep heavy brute walks in. Just like he did for the final four announcement, he has his double sided battle axe over his shoulder, his left hand high in the air in a fist. "YEAAAHHH!!!!" he shouts as he walks into the arena. "FOR THE SYNDICATE!!!!" he screams a loud.

The crowd continues to go wild, people are stomping their feet. People are screaming as loud as they can. People are cheering as loud as possible.

"GO TRILLIAN!!!" a group from the corner shouts "FOR THE SYNDICATE!!!" they continue.

Sir Trillian can't help but swing his axe around before finally, with all his strength swinging it into the ground, piercing the dirt many inches, dirt & rock flying through the air. "RHAAAAAAAA!!!!" he shouts. Flexing his arms, his veins popping out from his arms.

"Jesus christ..." you mumble to yourself