Just recently a friend was holding the last part of a combiner I needed, Motormaster, leader of the Stunticons, and core part of Menasor. The figurea used in the pic is Combiner Wars Motormaster, Blackjack, Dragstrip, Deadend, Breakdown, and Offroad. Well, enough blabbing away, onto the short story for it.

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As the leader of the Stunticons was thinking of a new destructive rally for himself and his team mates, they surround him, looking angry, and one being paranoid as usual. "What's the meaning of this?! I didn't call all of you slackers here!" Motormaster roared out, readying his gun and sword for proper punishment he was to give his team. "We are sick and tired of you treating us like we are last place, and we want to be first for once!" Dragstrip stated, and Deadend followed. "You know, yeah... We all are doomed to cease existing at some point, but we won't stop functioning cause of you..." The always paranoid Breakdown held his sword, shaking a bit. "Y-yeah! Maybe we s-s-should p-punish you for once!" He stuttered, his optics fixated on him."I'm always trying to prove myself as a worthy member of YOUR team! But just because I'm not Wildrider, doesn't mean you give me grief!" Offroad growled, and Blackjack looked Motormaster in the optics. "We are putting you in your place for once. So you better be ready for it." He readied his Axe. Motormaster laughed almost maniacally, making them take a step back. "So, you all want a piece if THE MOTORMASTER?! Alright! BRING IT YOU BOT-WORMS!" He cried out.