PewDiePie stood at one end of the arena, staring at the Barrels opposite him. The crowd's roar was deafening. Pewds stood with his utility belt of Mountain Dews on his waist, sometimes sipping on one. The Barrels all stood there, just rolling around in anticipation. There were probably 100 or so Barrels. How could Pewds ever defeat them?
The alarm sounded, and it was time to begin the fight. Pewds smirked at the Barrels and grabbed a Dew. He emptied the can in one big gulp, then crushed it in his hand like the manly men do. The Barrels started rolling, faster and faster, until they lifted into the air and were flying towards him.
Pewds could feel the Dew coursing through his veins, and his hair started whipping around with all the Dew power he had. Meanwhile, the Barrels were getting closer and closer to him. Pewds braced himself, and said, "Come at me Bro."
The Barrels reached him. They all flew into him, and there was a huge explosion. After the smoke cleared, Pewds was standing there, hair so very fabulous. The Barrels rolled backwards in disbelief. How could he have survived their attack? The leader of the Barrels, Sir barrel, asked one of his comrades, "What is his Dew level?!" "IT'S OVER 9000!" Pewds had reached Super Dew final form.
Pewds ran towards the Barrels, and shouted, "HADOUKEN!" The attack destroyed nearly every but one. The one Barrel unaffected by the attack was Sir Barrel.
Sir Barrel stared at Pewds with pure anger, then started rolling towards him, faster than ever thought possible. Pewds was surprised for a moment, and tired from his previous attack. He tried to block Sir Barrel's barrel roll, but it was useless. Pewds was struck by Sir Barrel, and was knocked over. Sir Barrel stood over Pewds, and said, "Any last words?" Pewds, injured and nearly defeated, raised his hand, and said, "Yeah, I got one. BROFIST!" He brought his fist back, summoned up all the power he had from his Bros, and Brofisted, as hard as he could, and the Barrel was knocked back, defeated. Pewds slowly stood up, then looked across the battlefield.
Barrels. Broken Barrels everywhere. He smiled with content at the sight of his defeated archenemies. The crowd was roaring their applause. "PEW-DIE, PEW-DIE, PEW-DIE!" Marzia stood up from the stands, ran over, hugged him, and said, "Felix! You were amazing! I knew you could do it!" He looked at her, smiled, and said, "I couldn't have done it without the Bros." He looked up to the stands, saw the Bros, and started to walk over to them. He gave each and every one of them the best Brofist he has ever given. He gave them each a Mountain Dew, and they all lived happily ever after.