"Well we still need to learn more about the customs of this city," Optimus Prime told his fellow Autobots, "And the best way to do that is to look and listen to everything that goes on. And the best way to do that is with this two-dimensional holographic device." Optimus motioned to the rectangular screen behind him.

"I believe it's called a 'tell-a-vision,'" Prowl corrected.

"Thank you Prowl. Now let's watch some tell-a-vision," Optimus cheered. Prowl picked up the remote control and pressed the "on" switch. A news reel of two racecars combusting with the drives, covered in flames, running onto the road.

"That," Bulkhead stared slack jawed, "look like it hurt." Prowl nodded with the same gaping mouth expression and changed the channel. An image of a wrestling ring with a man standing at the center appeared on the screen.

"Greetings ladies and gentlemen. Have you ever dreamed of being better? Thinner? Faster? How about stronger? Well, my name is Prometheus Black, and I'm here to tell you that you're dreams can become reality!" the man said to the cheering audience, "Just look at these poor losers!" A large computer screen displayed a man and a woman; both were old, fat, and dirty.

"And thanks to my bio-tech, just look at what happened to them a mere two weeks later!" A new image appeared. The couple had been replaced by a man who was handsome and muscular and a woman who was now thin and beautiful.

"And guess what! I can do the same thing for you! My bio-chemical makeover is safe, customizable to meet any and all your needs, and available to all!" The crowd cheered wildly. "And if there are still any doubts as to the quality of my product, I've arranged for a wrestling match for your entertainment and to solidify my promises."

"What kind of idiot would agree to this disgraceful display of some product?" Ratchet growled, "Who in the world would allow themselves to be part of some advertisement? Who I ask you?! Who?!"

"Representing the 'normal people' I give you," Black waved his hand to the cloaked figure in the corner, "Bumblebee!" Bumblebee ripped off the sheet and threw it off the ring.

"Hellooo Detroit!" he greeted his "fans" who were now booing. Bumblebee looked at "Coach" Sari who shrugged.

"That figures," Ratchet sighed.

"And representing the future, the one; the only," Black motioned to the opposite corner. A withered, bent-over, old man who was only as tall as Sari and had metallic pods attached to his back stepped out of the shadows. "Cyrus, The Colossus, Rhodes!"

"Is that supposed to be a person, or a monkey?" Bulkhead asked.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Prime answered.

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"Good luck, and may the better man win," Black stepped out of the ring leaving Bumblebee and the tiny "Colossus" alone.

"Don't worry little guy," Bumblebee squatted down to come face to face with Rhodes, "I'll go easy on ya."

"Don't do me any favors. I don't plan on giving you any," Cyrus growled. The pods on his back slammed down inside of him. His right arm wobbled and in an instant went from three inches thick to twelve and now reached the floor. The pods rose and slammed down again. Rhodes' other arm bulged with muscles followed by his torso. In two more injections, the steroids had turned the ninety pound Cyrus into the three hundred pound Colossus who was twice as tall as Bumblebee.

"Who's the little guy now?!" Rhodes roared.

"This is gonna hurt," Bumblebee sweated. Colossus picked up Bumblebee by the head and threw him at the ropes. The ropes launched Bumblebee back at Rhodes who punched him in the face. Bumblebee could feel his face go inward as he was slammed into the pole. He rubbed some blood off his nose.

"This is definitely gonna hurt," Bumblebee groaned.

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"Yeah I'll have a cheese dog," Fanzone said. The vendor-bot spat out a plate with a steaming hotdog on it. "Ah yeah, that's the stuff."

"Would you like a condiment?" the machine asked.

"Yeah, I'll have some mustard," Fanzone answered.

"Please select your condiment."

"I just did."

"Please select your condiment."

"I said I want mustard."

"Please select your condiment."

"Mustard I said! Mustard you incompetent little—" Just then, mustard shot out of a small gun right into Fanzone's face.

"Would you like a napkin?" The vendor-bot shot napkins into the air like a machine-gun. Fanzone caught one while it was falling and wiped off his face.

"This is why I hate machines."

"I never could afford any of the more advanced machines," Prometheus Black entered the room and sat down next to Fanzone. He reached over to the bot and turned it off. "But other than that little malfunction, I'm sure you're enjoying the view?"

"Oh yeah, not to mention the VIP parking, hand and foot service, and coupon for free bio-tech makeover," Fanzone counted the accommodations on his fingers, "You wouldn't be trying to influence the Detroit police force in anyway would you Mr. Black?"

"Captain I'm shocked and insulted by that accusation. All I want to do is present my product under the perfect conditions. Besides, I believe that you can help me."

"How so?"

"By allowing me to help you of course."

"What are you talking about?" Fanzone raised a brow.

"Picture this, my friend: a super-powered police force. No malfunctioning machines working only on logic and programming. Your men, with my bio-tech, could become the most powerful police force in the United States. The world even! It would render those illegal aliens, the Autobots, obsolete!"

"I don't really like those vigilantes, but that Optimus guy and his men have already been registered. Sides, they do a good job. Even if they destroyed the city."

"Exactly."

"Though they did help clean up."

"But! What if they were to go rogue? Think themselves above the law? You would need men like Colossus to stop them! Captain Fanzone, I implore you, my bio-tech is the future! And you would never need the likes of the Autobots again. The mere mention of your men would scare crooks out of their very pants. Imagine how much could be done with no scum mucking up your streets. You're agreement to upgrade your police force is the simplest and most beneficial thing you could do for this city." Fanzone looked back at the ring. Whether or not he wanted to believe it, Fanzone couldn't deny the results in front of him. Bumblebee, no matter what he did, couldn't even scratch Colossus.

"So," Prometheus dangled a pen and contract in front of his nose, "do we have a deal?"

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"Gah!" Bumblebee was once again knocked back into the pole. Sari held a bucket in front of his face. He spat some blood into the bucket. She gave him some water which he slurped eagerly.

"Come on Bee," Sari poured some leftover water on his face. It felt good to have the ice cold water run down his bruised face. Her key glowed blue and slid into his skin like a ghost. Bumblebee's bruises and cuts healed instantly.

"You can take this guy." She pushed him up and back into the ring. He wobbled side-to-side and shook his head.

"Which guy is him? The one in the middle or the two on either side?" he groaned.

"Just swing at all of 'em!" Sari gave him one last push. Bumblebee shook his head again and charged. He went around Rhodes and activated his glove-mounted stingers. He activated the motorized wheels on the bottom of his shoes and skated around Rhodes while stinging at him. Rhodes tried to hit the speedster but was too slow.

"Hold still shorty!" Colossus barked. Bumblebee skidded to a halt.

"'Shorty?' That's so wrong! I didn't make fun of your height when you were three feet tall!" Bumblebee shouted.

"I told you to hold STILL!" Rhodes reached over the ropes and grabbed a desk with his frying pan sized hand and slammed it down. Luckily Bumblebee managed to dodge it just in time.

"Why don't you make me?!" Bumblebee slid between Rhodes' legs and leapt onto his back. He jabbed the point of his stingers into Rhodes' throat and sent a strong bolt of electricity through his body. Colossus roared in pain then grabbed Bumblebee by the arm, lifted him over his head, and grabbed his foot. The pods on his back injected him with more steroids. Colossus grew twice as big. He then threw Bumblebee by his foot right out the window that was fifty feet away.

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"Well Mr. Fanzone, I believe this proves my point. Bio-tech is the way of the future," Prometheus smiled. Colossus gave a glass-shattering roar and leapt into the audience. He splintered the chairs and cracked the concrete leaving a large crater with his landing then leapt through the wall.

"You might want to revise that last statement," Fanzone commented.