Hi this is my first fanfic hope you enjoy it. If I've done anything wrong or missed out something out let me know. And try not to so emotionally crushing with the reviews.
James sat in the British Beyblade battle Associations changing rooms performing the last enhancements to his Beyblade. It was the final round of the British national Beybladeing championships where four bladers would go on to represent his or her country in the world championships. The first few rounds had been a pushover for James and by the look of his competitors the final round would be as well. There was only one blader who posed him any threat Johnny McGregor the so called Gladiator of Glasgow and fortunately he was in another block.
The new layout of the world championships meant many changes in the bladeing world. For one the Majestics had to be disbanded because each country would be representing itself .James was pleased with this because he hated the fact that Europe was represented by some rich snobs who knew nothing of the art of Beybladeing. He had watched their match against the Barthez Battalion they had humiliated the entire continent, A true blader would have spotted their tricks and beat that tyrant Barthez and his team of robots.
His thoughts were invaded by the sound of the commentator." Will the contestants for block a report to the Beystadium please?" James and eight other teens got up and headed for the long dark tunnel which leads to the stadium. James showed no signs of nerves because he was totally confident of his victory. The stands erupted with cheers as the contestants entered James's face was his usual mask of composure as he approached the sidelines and waited to be called out. "Will James Alder and Scott Sharpoles Approach the dish?" James looked at his opponent he was wearing a purple cap and an annoying grin which made James want to hit him. "Sorry mate but you're going down." Scott said in a high Welch accent.
"Whatever." James replied while inserting his blade into his launcher. His blade was Black mainly but his attack ring was silver and gold. His bit beast was called Bakfuzio but James had nicknamed him War Cry, He chose the name because in conversations he had with the jet black wolf he had learnt that he had taken part in a legendary war before entering his bit chip. War Cry was James's prized possession, James was one of the few people who could communicate with their beast and they shared a deep friendship.
"Another amateur I see." War Cry's voice flowed through James head.
"Afraid so, this will be over quickly," Sighed James.
The commentator's voice echoed around the stadium "3……2…….1……. LET IT RIP!" Both blades were launched full force into the stadium. Scott launched a series of attacks which James easily evaded. Scott's reaction time was pitiful it wasn't even worth James's time to toy with him. Scott launched another attack his blade glowed as his gears went into over drive. This time James glided around Scott's blade and hit him from behind shattering his attack ring and sending his blade flying across the room with its new found momentum. Scott fell to his knees and James collected War Cry and headed back to the side lines disappointed with the easiness of his victory.
Well a bit short but ok for a first chapter. Please review the second chapter will be longer and better but I need your comments on this on first.