As the survivors of the MDB Battle walked victorious (or at least somewhat victorious) in front of the scoreboard, there came a cry
"Who the hell won??!!"
There was a great uproar, contestants screaming their claim to the Golden Helm. Were it not for the fact that they were in a non-fight zone, they would have probably come to blows, and random limbs would have started to fly.
Suddenly, there came an immense presence behind the contestants, a force unlike anything they had ever felt before. The survivors stopped arguing and looked about each other; each one felt as if he were being watched.
Then out of the heavens came a booming voice:

Look at you! You should be tired of fighting, after you killed so many people! At least you haven't come to flame wars over this!

They all gasped. It was the Almighty TJ, protector and overseer of the MDB Message Board!

Now what the hell's your problem?

"The helm, the Golden Helm of Samus Aran! Who has won the Helm?" they cried.
The voice of TJ was silent for a moment. Then, the room was filled with booming laughter.

Did you REALLY think that I would give away my most prized posession, the Golden Helmet of Samus Aran?

Out of thin air, something materialized in a glowing cloud. The cloud lowered to the winner of the MDB Battle.

Here's a six-pack and a couple of movie tickets. Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go play some Nintendo. You should, too.

And thus ended the first battle of the MDB Battle Board. The winner got his place in history and walked into the sunset with his keg of beer whilst everyone else went home to play Metroid on their brand new Gamecubes. And as for the many fallen foes, there came one voice out of the darkness...

At last, the Sith will make themselves known. At last, we will have our revenge...HEY, WAIT A SEC!!! This is the wrong script!!!
...And don't steal stuff from the MDB!

And there was a sound of great kicking and cursing as the credits rolled.