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((Originally, CaptainAWB1 was supposed to post the beginning of this match. But due to forum glitches, he cannot create threads. The following is CaptainAWB1's work given to me through PM.))
Piccolo leaned against the wall, arms-crossed. “What is he doing here?” he thought. “He’s not supposed to be here. He supposedly died during the age. How did he survive?” Vash walked by. “Hey, what’s the problem, bucko?” he said with a smile and a wave. Piccolo turned to him. “Something big, but you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Vash smiled and pulled a bottle of out his jacket. “Here, take this.” he tossed the bottle to Piccolo. Piccolo looked at the bottle, which was filled with a peculiar yellow liquid. “Drink it. It’ll help you focus.” he said. “A yellow liquid that’ll help me concentrate?” he said with a sneer. “And just where in the world did you get this?” “I stole it from Spike” Vash replied. “Clever, aren‘t I?” Piccolo tossed the bottle back to Vash. “Sorry, I don’t drink urine.” he said.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the tournament is about to begin!” The audience roared with applause. “Please welcome, Vash the Stampede!” Vash walked down the aisle, waving to the cheering crowd. Suddenly, someone jumped out of the audience. “You’ll pay for what you did!” yelled Faust VIII, “Die!” Vash was about to whip out his gun when the man in the cloak attacked Faust. Before Faust knew what hit him, he was out cold. “Thanks, buddy.” Vash said, still not knowing who the man in the cloak was. Vash entered the ring.
“And the challenger, Piccolo!” The namek warrior walked down the aisle to the sound of cheers. He looked down at Faust’s body, then at the man in the cloak. “How in the world did he survive all these years? Perhaps………. there’s something about him I don’t know. But why is he here?”
“Good luck, warriors” said the man in the cloak.
-DING-
Meanwhile….back in the real world.
Pushpop and Lalala look over AWB1's shoulder as he writes the beginning of the match. "Is this the best you can come up with for the big final?“, asks Pushpop. "What was with that yellow liquid stuff?” said Lalala. “And why bring back Faust? I know he had a grudge against Vash, but he’s lame! He’s the lamest lamo to ever be lame!” he ranted. Just then there was a knock on the door. AWB1 opened the door to see two doctors. “Are you the man known as AWB1?” one of them asked. “Yes I am.” And with that, the men tackled AWB1, threw him into the van and drove him off to the insane asylum where he had escaped from six months ago. “Welp, looks like I’ll have to finish this.” said Pushpop. He sat in AWB1’s chair and began work on the ending.
 
