(Note: this takes place after the events of "Majestic League")
Somewhere In space, there stood a race track. It was the most famous race track in the galaxy, and people from many different worlds would come here to test their mettle and burn some rubber. After the disaster of his last game, Arena Battle, the Gamemaster decided to get as far away as he could, to a place where he could start over and go back to hosting games and toying with contestants. He discovered this racetrack, and decided that this would be his newest game: A race.
The Gamemaster walked along the race track with Scrapper, his right-hand man. "This marks a new beginning for us Scrapper. Now, nothing will stand in our way of achieving our ultimate goal." With that, the Gamemaster released a stack of posters advertising for his race game. He watched as they blew away in the wind, (Although there technincally isn't any wind and space) heading to unknown destinations, notifying who-knows about the competition.
3 Weeks Later...
By now, word had gotten around, and it was the first day of the race. The contestents began to arrive...