Optimal Quickstrike vs. Vehicon Rattrap:

Jetstorm smirked, "I know, I know, folks.  Rattrap against Quickstrike isn't anything special, so we'll add a treat.  Tell them about it, Dinobot!"

Dinobot got up beside Jetstorm on the announcer stand, "Yesss, Jetstorm.  Rattrap has the absolute advantage considering his transmetal power and his cunning ingenuity.  To give Quickstrike the advantage in this battle, we are going to give him his Optimal Optimus control suit that he used in Master Blaster."

"Goody!" Quickstrike squealed as the suit formed around him, "Ha, even without Optimal Optimus, I can kick yer keester all the way to man-cay-ta!"

 "Hey!  What about me?" Rattrap complained.

Jetstorm chuckled, "That's right, scales, what does the rat get?"

"The vermin does deserve something to make this an honorable fight," Dinobot said, "In The Weak Component, Megatron gave him a Vehicon armor.  Rattrap shall fight in the suit to make this battle truly worth your time."

"Oh, sure," Jetstorm mumbled, scratching his head.

Jazz slurped down the last of his rootbear, "Alright, you two beasties.  No cheatin' or messin outside the rules.  You both have super suits like the Digimon, so cool.  Fight!"

Rattrap rolled up to Quickstrike. "Ain't this cool?  Rattrap: Digivolve into super size Rattrap-mon!" Rattrap chuckled slightly.  He paused, seeing Quickstrike not break a smile.

Quickstrike just stared concentrated on a screen in his suit.

"Eh?  What you looking so constipated about?"

Quickstrike smirked, "Yer gonna get yer keester kicked ya packrat.  Get yer e butt ready."

"Wha?" Rattrap gawked, "That's it, I'm throwing the first punch.  Missile launchers, maximum power.  Target Quickstrike.  Fire!"

“Hey, watch were yer pointin’ those big guns!”

SHOOOM!

Two missiles flew out at Quickstrike, flying dead straight at him!  Quickstrike quickly punched a button on his suit.  Something huge burst through the wall and shot the missiles, blowing them up before they hit Quickstrike.  The smoke cleared out, revealing Optimal Optimus standing with hands on hips.

Rattrap shouted, "Hey!!! What is this?!  Only one fighter per match!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" Quickstrike laughed, "Time to open up a can of kick keester, ay rat boy?!"

Optimal Optimus (under Quickstrike's control) swung his fist, clobbering Rattrap on the ground.  Rattrap slowly rolled the suit to its feet.  "Oh yeah?  Two can play."

Rattrap pulled the triggers on the suit, unleashing a vast aray of missiles, lasers, bullets, and pulse rays at Optimal Optimus!

Optimal Optimus blocked the shots and countered with missile fire!

Rattrap quickly dodges the missiles.  He rolls to the post and rips it out.  Spinning, Rattrap hurls it at Optimal Optimus!  The pole drives into Optimal Optimus, pushing him off the ring, over the ropes, and onto the floor.  A few sparks fly out of him as the connection to Quickstrike gets cut.

"That's cheatin' ya tinhorn!" Quickstrike shouted as he tried to get Optimal Optimus to stand again.

"Ya ain't seen nottin' yet!" Rattrap yelled, pulling more gears on his suit.  More bullets hailed down on Quickstrike as he tried to back away.

Quickstrike blocked the shots with his large metal arm.  "Woa, what's happenin?" Quickstrik said as the suit began to wobble.  "Ahhh!" He screamed as the suit fell off it's movable stand, crashing him on the ring floor.   Quickstrike's body flew out of the suit and stopped in front of Rattrap's feet. "Hey, that ain't fair!"

"Heh-heh," Rattrap chuckled, aiming all weapon fire on the vunerable Quickstrike, "That's life, tinhorn!"

KAAAAABBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!

Jetstorm sheilded his face, "Oooooh, my gimbolts, what a blast!  It looks like Rattrap just finished of Quickstrike.  I'm so glad.  I can't take anymore westerns."

"Hold the phone!" Quickstrike's head shouted, "I ain't through yet."

"What is it with you, you maniac?!" Rattrap said, "Why can't you just take it that you're beat."

"Eh?  I thought this match was to the death?"

"Technically it is," Rattrap thought slightly, "I suppose we could make an exception."

"No need for exceptions, rat boy, I've got myself an EMP bomb in my hand and I ain't afraid to use it to beat you.  When it's done blowing up, they'll have to wipe you off the wall with a squeegy," Quickstrike laughed.  His hand on the other side of the ring exposed a trigger to an EMP bomb.

"Wait!" Rattrap said, "You don't want to use that.  If you do, then the electro magnetic pulse will shut down all electronic devices in a mile radius for megacycles."

"Exactly my point," Quickstrike said, "I'll be able to beat you when you're knocked out."

"This can not be good," Dinobot said, "That EMP bomb will put us all offline.  The explosion will not just shut down the Vehicon suit, but will also render us all useless for megacycles."

"Isn't it grand?" Quickstrike said, "I just love scrapping bots.  And this is the best way, don't ya think?"

"No, DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!" everyone screamed!

Rattrap's jaw dropped as he saw Quickstrike's hand punch the button!

Diagnostic Drone shouted at the camera, "Quick, cut to a  - "

SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!

**BZZZZZZTTTTT!!!!!**