Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters.
It was a bright afternoon. The Majestics were relaxing in the living room of the Jurgen castle. Oliver was doodling in his sketch book, Enrique was constantly writing something and scratching it out in a blue leather notebook and as usual, Johnny and Robert were playing chess.
Robert moved his bishop forward one square. 'Checkmate again Johnny.' he said smugly. The hot-headed Scot slammed his fist down on the board. 'Let's play again.' Johnny growled, arranging his pieces hastily He scowled fiercely. "I will win this time.'
'Have we heard that before.' Enrique muttered. Oliver giggled. Johnny glared at the duo and began,'Do you guys want a knuckle-' when Robert interrupted him by saying, 'Your turn Johnny.' in the self-satisfied tone that annoyed his team mates so much.
Johnny scowled at the German before beginning another doomed game by moving his queen out too early.
'Checkmate Johnny.' Robert smirked after fifteen minutes. 'And I expect you'll be wanting another game.' 'You bet I will! Now!'
'This is the tenth time we're going to be watching this.' Oliver whispered to Enrique. The Italian nodded. 'I know. Quite monotonous isn't it?' The green-haired boy peeped into Enrique's notebook. 'What are you writing anyway?' he asked curiously.
'Go ahead, take a look.' Enrique sighed, passing the book to Oliver. 'It's not very good anyway.' He read it and looked up at Enrique, his eyes full of admiration. 'Actually, it's not that bad. Want me to help you with it?'
The Italian brightened up. 'Sure!'
'Another game.' Johnny said through gritted teeth. Robert sighed. 'You really should have guessed by now, you're never going to beat me.' When Johnny glared at him more fiercely, he relented. 'Ah well, your loss.'
'Well, I'm always going to lose with those two distracting me!' Johnny yelled, pointing at Enrique and Oliver, who were laughing over something in the notebook. 'What are you doing?' The pair stopped giggling immediately, like someone had flicked a switch. Namely Johnny. He stormed towards them. Enrique gulped. 'Uh oh.' 'I know.' Oliver added in a small, small voice.
'What have you guys done? Give me that!' Johnny snatched the book out of Oliver's hands. He looked at it and his face began to darken. He stared at the hapless pair, teeth bared. 'You. Guys. Are. Dead.'
Oliver and Enrique were out of the room like a shot, Johnny hot on their heels. Standing alone in the empty room, Robert walked over to where Johnny had thrown down the book and picked it up. He opened it and read what Enrique and Oliver had penned down.
THE GRANDMASTER AND THE LOSER
by Enrique Giancarlo and Oliver Polanski
Johnny McGregor moves a pawn,
He thinks that the game is won!
Robert Jurgen smiles a smirk,
He knows that his plan will work.
Johnny growls as the German moves,
Those are plays grandmasters use!
But stubborn as a mule,
The poor Scottish fool,
Flicks forward his queen
With a look that's mean.
He thinks it's over...oh no!
Robert strikes the killing blow!
The white queen is grounded,'
Johnny's astounded,
While Robert sits smug
Like Ruffles, his pug.
Johnny blunders and blunders,
Robert plunders and plunders,
Till the white king is trapped,
The squares around him blacked
With pieces so dark;
It's a walk in the park
For Robert the grandmaster,
And another defeat for Johnny the sore loser. :)
Robert looked out of the window to a glorious sunset. He could still see Johnny chasing Oliver and Enrique all over the estate. 'When they get back, I really should tell them,' Robert sighed, shaking his head. 'I don't own a pug.'
Yeah, I know, it sucks. But please review! :D