The Galactic Dome was preparing for a fight. The announcers Jetstorm and Rattrap sit in the booth,

"Welcome bots to another Titanic Tussle of the Tranformers! I'm your host, Rattrap. And this is my cohost, Vehicon General Jetstorm!" Rattrap turns to Jetstorm who is on his cell phone,

"I told you I want to book Waspinator and Silverbolt in a match against each other! Say what?! What do you mean you can't find either one?! You had better-" Jetstorm notices the camera pointing at him and throws the cell phone over his shoulder, "Uh...good evening bots! So Rattrap what's the main event tonight?"

"Glad you asked Sky Clown. Tonight's fight features two of the toughest fighters in Cybertron history. The largest Transformer, Unicron and the slow with mind but quick with gun Vehicon General Tankor!"

"They're fighting each other?"

"Nope, it's a tagteam matchup. Together they will be facing two of the most annoying people in history!"

"Hilliary Clinton and that chick who married the millionaire?"

"No! Transforminator and Diaclone."

"Who and what?"

"Transforminator and Diaclone are known around the internet for their abnoxious remarks, leud language, use of capslock and sexist remarks. There are a lot of people out there who hated them. And all of them want a peice of the action. So don't be surprised if a few audience members try to get in on the action!" Jetstorm grabs his cell phone again, "Now who are you calling?!"

"My bookie!" Jetstorm says, "GET OVER HERE NOW!!!" suddenly Thrust drives up and transforms into robot mode,

"You called?"

"Ahem..." Rattrap says turning to the camera, "While our fighters are getting warmed up, let's give some background information on the two villans turned heroes in our matchup. Unicron was an immortal enemy of Primus until he was locked within an asteroid prison years ago. Since then he-"

"So who's everyone putting their money on?" Jetstorm asks Thrust,

"Well, Tankor's got a thousand bet on Diaclone and Transforminator." Thrust answers,

"He's betting against himself?" Jetstorm says,

"I dunno, said something about 'Crush fleshbot' and then threw the money on the table." Thrust says shrugging,

"Guys?! Could we?!" Rattrap yells,

"What does King say?" Jetstorm asks.

"King who?" Rattrap questions,

"Uh...King....King....Megatron!" Jetstorm says smiling and turning back to Thrust, "Well?!"

"Don says to put the money on Unicron." Thrust whispers,

"I don't trust him! Bring the Diagnostic Drone up here!"

"Right away Storm..." Thrust says driving off.

"ALRIGHT ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN WE MOVE ON TO THE FIGHT?!?!?!" Rattrap screams.

"Jeez mouse, you're starting to sound like that Transforminator guy." Jetstorm says.

"Alright, the morons are making their way to the ring now!" as Rattrap speaks, Diaclone and Transforminator run into the stadium,

"WORSHIP US!!!" Transforminator yells,

"WE ARE HERE! WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!" Diaclone bellows,

"YOU ALL SUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLY YOU GIRLS!!!!" boos echo through the stadium as drinks, energon and even Waspinator parts rain down on them,

"And the crowd is not happy with Transforminator and Diaclone!" Rattrap chuckles.

"HEY! WHY ARE ALL OF YOU BEING SO MEAN?! WHAT DID WE EVER DO?!" Transforminator screams,

"Is he stupid or what?" Jetstorm asks,

"Yup..." Rattrap shakes his head. Just then the Diagnostic Drone flies up,

"Thrust tells me of your predicament. I so have some news for you. But I cannot say as what it is. That is confidential information." Diagnostic Drone says to Jetstorm,

"Just tell me you halfwit bucket of bolts basketball!"

"Threats will get you no where."

"How about I give you some of my earnings if I win? Five percent okay?"

"I live only to serve Megatron."

"90-10?"

"Your logic circuits must be at minimal capacity."

"70-30?"

"Logic circuits at 45th holding..."

"60-40?"

"Climbing to 85.."

"Alright alright alright!!! 50-50!!!"

"That's more like it, Unicron and Tankor's combined power is a ten-fold greater than Transforminator and Diaclone. Even if Unicron and Tankor are at 1ower they would be able to finish the battle with little effort. The fight shall be not much of a fight at all." Diagnostic Drone says.

"Great, now get outta my face! Cheapskate..."

"Alright! The fight is ready to begin! Let's go to the ring!" Rattrap says. The camera focuses on the ring where Jazz stands in the center,

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Maxis and Preds! Autobots and Go-Bots! Are you ready?!" Jazz yells. The arena is silent but a voice yells out,

"Shutup and start the fight already!"

"Fine, in the blue corner with a combined weight of 345 pounds....Diaclone and Transforminator!" the arena is silenced except for quiet cough, "And in the red corner, with a combined weight of.....JEEZ!!! That's a huge number! Uh...the Sultans of Smash, the Dragons of Slaggin's, TANKOR AND UNICRON!!!!" the stadium erupts in cheers as Unicron and Tankor tranform into robot mode, "Alright guys, I want a good clean fight. Ah, nevermind. Just slag each other. Let's get it on!!!"

The bell rings but as it does, Tankor transforms into Vehicle mode, "TANKOR SMASH!!!!!!!!" Tankor drives forward and runs over Diaclone crushing him to death. Unicron flies into the air, transforms into his planet mode and then comes down like a comet obliterating Transforminator. Everyone is shocked as Unicron and Tankor begin leaving the stadium,

"We bad, we bad..." Unicron says,

"Tankor smash flesh bots!" Tankor says. Rattrap's jaw drops as the camera turns to him,

"Uh....I....I....uh...." Rattrap stutters, amazed at the quick fight. Finally he regains his composure, "What the slaggin' heck was that?!?! I've seen energon discharges that were longer than that!!!"

"Don't underestimate the power of the simple-minded tank and the god-like planet." Jetstorm says.

"Who would make a matchup like that anyway?! Those slag-spoutin' simians didn't have a chance! I smell a fix!"

"Either way, the fans don't like the quick ending! They're running to what's left of the ring to go after the corpses!"

"Take this you sickening peice of slag!!!" Rampage says running an energon blade through Diaclone's shattered ribcage,

"This is for all of those cheezy comments!" Lioconvoy says hitting Transforminator's flat skull with Transforminator's own detached arm. Soon the entire Vector Sigma Episode Review Board group is fighting Diaclone and Transforminator's dead bodies.

"Well, that looks like fun but I'll pass...." Rattrap says, "Well I'm sure you're happy aren't ya Jetstorm?"

"No!" Jestorm says angrily,

"I thought you bet everything on the fight?" Rattrap says,

"I did! But I didn't want to have to owe that Diagnostic Drone anything so midway through the fight I changed my bet to Diaclone and Transforminator!"

"What? That fight lasted all of three seconds!!! How did you change your bet that fast?!"

"Thrust is a very efficient bookie."

"Oh well, at least the fans are happy." the riot continues below as Rattrap and Jetstorm look on, "Well, that wraps up another edition of Titanic Tussle! I'm Rattrap and this is-"

"SLAG IT!!!" Jetstorm yells,

"-Jetstorm saying good fight, good night!"