Wreck Gar vs. Thrust:

“Oh my,” Rattrap said, “Folks, it looks like a weirdo has just landed his spaceship in the center of our ring.”

“I’ve never seen such a long mustached transformer before!” Jetstorm exclaimed.

“Don’t worry about anything,” the Diagnostic Drone said, “That’s the old G1 motorcycle: Wreckgar!”

“This could be better than I thought,” Rattrap said, “We can have the Wreckgar battle it out with Thrust!”

Jetstorm yawns, “Boring!”

“True,” Rattrap said, “I’d rather watch things explode, but that’s what this show is.  Explosions!  Mayhem!”

Wreckgar stepped out and brought forward an energon goodie, “Ba-weep-grana-beep-nini-bung!”

Kup leaned beside Rattrap, “That’s the universal greeting.”

“Who is this boob?” Rattrap said, pointing to Kup.  “Security!  Get this old timer out of my face!”

“Old timer?” Kup said, obvoiusly insulted, “That’s somethin’ you’ll never be you limp noodle.”

“Say what?” Jetstorm shouted back.

Jazz walked up to Wreckgar in the middle of the ring, “I’m sorry, junkster, but you’ve got to move the ship out.”

Wreckgar mumbled something, “You check in, but you don’t check out.”

Wreckgar pushed a few buttons, sending his ship flying above the Galactic dome.  Thrust revved up and drove into the ring, “Let’s get this over with.”

“Don’t touch that dial!” Wreckgar said, “Newsbreak at 7!”

Thrust scratched his head, “I don’t get what you tryin’ to say, bub!  But I know you going to be a pile of scrap shortly!”

Jazz screamed out, “Fight!”

Wreckgar danced a little, “It’s howdie doodie time!”

Thrust transformed, “Cycle drones, attack!”

Fifty Cycle drones drove into the dome and circled the ring.

Kup leaned over beside Rattrap, “This reminds me of the trackguineas in Dramadan.”

Rattrap rolled his eyes, “Quit it will ya!  You can be heard on the mike!”

Kup rubbed his chin, “Well the smog was really thick that day and…”

Wreckgar pumped his fist in the air, “Crashin’ the party?  You’re 20 days behind on rent!  Pay now and receive a low low discount!  Cockadoodle-doo!”

A group of Junkions dropped onto the stage.

“This isn’t fair!” Thrust said, “Cycle drones, open fire!”

Wreckgar leaped onto the side post, “Cue music on my signal!”

Thrust paused, “What’s that music?  Oh no.  Not –“

“Weird Al Yankovic!” Rattrap exclaimed.

Wreckgar jumped onto one of his fellow junkions in biker mode, “Dare to be stupid!!!!”

He spun a chain above his head as he drove straight at Thrust!

Thrust barely dodged them.  “You’re going to pay, half breed!  You aren’t even a harley davidson!”

“So are you!” Wreckgar shouted as he wrapped the chain around Thrust’s legs, “You’re nothing but a Honda!  1st Gear!  Faster-faster!”

Thrust screamed as he was spun around and thrown onto his army of cycle drones.

Thrust rubbed his head, “This is embarrasing.  Cycle drones attack!  Cycle drones attack! ‘?’”

Wreckgar and his Junkions tossed the remains of the Cyledrone army in the trash, “That’s the last of those Psycho drones.”

Thrust rubbed his head, “I demand a recount!  Those Junkions cheated!”

Wreckgar walked up to him, “Don’t whine, compadre.  Grab you’re gears and let’s boogie!”

Thrust opened up his guns, “That’s what you think, Scrap can!”

Thrust opened fire, riddling Wreckgar with bullets.  Wreckgar slammed against the ground smoking.

Thrust smiled, “That felt good.”

Wreckgar raised a finger, “Government warning: Smoking can be bad for your health!”

“Not to mention your breath.”

Wreckgar’s arm fell off as his voice started to get garbled, “Eat…double..ble…mint gum.”

Jazz came in the ring, “Thrust has won!  It’s over!”

Thrust raised his hands in victory, “Ha!  All those fools in Vehicon school thought that I couldn’t win a fight!”

Suddenly, all the Junkions crowded around Wreckgar, “…90 day warrantee guaranteed.  Happy motoring!”

Wreckagr got up, fully fixed, “Good evening, muchachos!  Wreckgar has entered the building!”

Thrust shook his head, “Don’t you know when you’re dead?”

“Death is in the eye of the beholder.  Junkions!  Do run ronny run rony mooooo!!!!”

This time, Wreckgar and his Junkions attacked Thrust like sharks with a feeding frenzy!  Finally, Thrust exploded.

Jazz coughed in the mike, “Sorry for the premature winner, folks.  Thrust is dead and…What are they doing?”

“I don’t believe it!” Rattrap said, getting up, “The Junkions are fixing Thrust!”

Kup tapped Rattrap’s shoulder, “It’s just like the petrorabbits that helped the ickiyak….”

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”  Rattrap screamed in his face.

Thrust woke up, “Why’d you fix me?”

Wreckgar smiled, “We Junkions like to see things explode!”

“My kinda bots!” Rattrap said.

Thrust got up, “So what are you saying?”

Wreckgar pointed at Thrust and commanded, “Junkions!  Do run ronny run ronny moooooo!!!!”

“Not again.”

Thrust’s body exploded!

Jazz shrugged, “You boys figure it out.”

Thrust opened his eyes, “Stop it.  Stop fixing me.”

Wreckgar opened his mouth wide, “Junkions!”

Thrust exploded again.

Rattrap looked into the camera, “I think the fight is pretty much over.  The Junkions win.  And Thrust is sentenced to eternal pain of blowing up.  Heh-heh.”

“Junkions!”

Thrust explodes again!

“Yeah!  I love that part!”  Rattrap exclaimed.

“Junkions….”