by Smokescreen85 » Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:48 pm
- Motto: ""A look can be deceiving; a touch can be lethal.""
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Wooded Area behind the Abandoned Drive-In
Smokescreen raced down the dirt road with Drag Strip just ahead of him. The yellow Formula One car was picking up speed, but Smokey maintained the pursuit with ease, closing in on the Stunticon with each passing astrosecond. The two mechs had comparable speed and the desire to win. Therefore, it would be their respective driving skills that would determine the victor of this contest.
“Impressive, Autobot, but ultimately futile. You will never beat me, not here, not ever!” Drag Strip shouted over the roar of their engines.
“Don’t be so cocky, Drag. It’ll be your downfall. There’s always someone better and that someone just happens to be me!” Smokescreen taunted back, pulling even alongside the Stunticon. The two racers zoomed down the roadway side by side, the distance from the drive-in growing increasingly larger as they went.
“A common street racer will never be better than me! I was a professional racer of the Cybertronian Raceway. I was a star! Millions looked up to me! You, however, were only ever good enough to race illegally in the back alleyways of Kaon. You never had what it took to reach the top and you never will!” Drag Strip turned and slammed into Smokescreen’s side in an attempt to force him off the road. The initial attempt was not successful, but he quickly followed it up with another strike. Smokey swerved and pulled back, allowing Drag to regain the sole lead again.
“I was one of those fans who looked up to you, Drag. You let me and the millions of others down once you joined up with Megatron and his Decepticon thugs. You may have been a star back then, but now you are nothing more than a common brute like your Stunticon buddies!” Smokescreen sped up and slammed into Drag Strip’s back end, causing him to fishtail. The yellow racer quickly regained control, but not before Smokey hit him again, using his momentum to push Drag forward. This time, the Formula One car lost control and spun out as the red and blue Nissan 350z zoomed past him, leaving the Stunticon in the dust.
“Arrghh! You filthy slagger!” Drag Strip shouted as he finally recovered and then sped on after his Autobot competition. The yellow racer swiftly caught up with Smokescreen and returned the favor by slamming into his back end, as well. “How do you like a taste of your own medicine, Autobot?!”
Smokey chuckled. “About as much as you’re going to like this, ‘con!” Without hesitation, the diversion expert unleashed a cloud of magnetized smoke from his tail pipe which quickly began to envelop Drag Strip.
“Hey! No fair! That’s cheating!” The yellow racer shouted as the smoke began to stick to his body. Unable to see, Drag Strip lost control and crashed through a thicket of underbrush, rolling down an embankment and into a small body of water. “Fraggit! I’ll get you for this, Smokey, you filthy little cheater! You can count on it!”
“I’m sure you will, Drag. In the meantime, enjoy the mud,” Smokescreen replied as he turned around and raced back towards the abandoned drive-in where he could rejoin his Autobot comrades and help them beat the rest of the Stunticons.
Meanwhile, once the smoke had cleared, Drag Strip managed to transform and pull himself back up the embankment. After he wiped the wet muck off himself, Drag then reverted to race car mode again and sped off in the direction of the drive-in theater, hoping to catch up to Smokescreen and give the cheater the payback he so richly deserved.