INTRODUCTION:

The Beyonder lies peacefully in his bubbly bathtub.  “Ahhh!” he says, “There’s nothing like a good bubble bath to take all the stress away from those galactic battles and titanic tussles and secret wars.”

He gets a piece of Optimus’ pure organic soap and starts scrubbing himself, “Hmm, am I organic?  Maybe I should find some soap for cosmic beings like myself?”

Beyonder gets out of the bathtub, “Now where’d I put that towel?”

A hand reaches out and gives him a bathrobe.

“Oh, thanks Rattrap.  Rattrap?!!!  What are you doing here?!!”  Beyonder said, covering himself up with the bathrobe.

Rattrap smiled in the corner, “Oh, nottin really, Beyonder.  I just thought that we were long overdue for another Titanic Tussle of the Transformers!” Rattrap chuckled,  “By the way, nice spiderman bathrobe.”

“Thanks.  What do you mean you thought?  You aren’t supposed to remember anything from the Tussle?”

“Oh, come on, Cosmic B, you forgot you let me retain my memories?  Anyway, I was thinking that this time we can charge admission and – “

Beyonder interjected, “Wait a sec, I thought I just had that Tussle two months ago?  Don’t you think that that’s a bit too soon for the fighters?”

“Beyonder baby,” Rattrap said, “you forgot again that the fighters retain no memory of the battles, so how could they know it’s too soon.  They could be fighting everyday for all of their lives and not remember a single bout.  How’s about it, huh?  Does this week work for you?”

“Okay, but just not on Tuesday.  I have another secret wars with Spiderman.”

“That just don’t cut the cheese.  But, it’s good enough for me.  Let’s start now!”

Rattrap was transported to a newly built galactic dome, similar to the last one.  “Man!  This place really makes life worth livin’, he-hee!”

Beyonder looked at Rattrap, “Listen, I’m in the middle of a bath.  Here is a machine that will let you will anyone you want here without me.  Do what you want.  But for now, I just want to get some rest from this tiring business!”

Beyonder disappeared.  Rattrap looked around at the empty dome.  “Let’s get ready to rumble!!!!!” he shouted as the arena filled to capacity with thousands of transformers.

Jazz got in the center of the ring while Jetstorm slid into his seat beside Rattrap.

Jazz grabbed the microphone, “Welcome to the Titanic Tussle of the Transformers 2!  It’s going to be bigger, badder, and wilder than the last one!  And this time, no Bob Skir vs. Bob Forward!”

The crowds cheered!

Rattrap turned to the camera in front of him and Jetstorm, “That’s right, welcome.  Being brought to you by a billion watts of raw electric power, and being telecasted to over a billion viewers all over the internet and galaxy, it’s the Titanic Tussle of the Transformers!!!!”

Jetstorm added, “Hey, and if your TV station doesn’t telecast this to you till September, you can always download the fights from Megadrive’s site at – Oooff!!!”

Rattrap elbowed him in the belly, “No advertising, ‘kay?  We’re only allowed to advertise TF related stuff.”

“But-but-but-I thought – “

Rattrap shot a finger at Jetstorm, “Exactly, Jetstorm, you thought.  And when you do that, you usually slow things down.  As far as I see, when you don’t think, you rock!”

Diagnostic Drone hovered up to the two, “And now, on to the first bout!”