Debate Winner!

Whats's up, peeps? Today we are announcing the winner of the Sabretooths vs. Direwolves! Drumroll, please! *dadadadadadadada tada* Direwolves! *John Cena music* I wanted sabretooths to win. RIP Well, that's okay. Sorry for the short post!

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