Bakugan, a game that involves creatures from a universe called Vestroia, is a worldwide phenomenon. Children everywhere play this game with a passion, testing their strength against one another in order to be the greatest Battle Brawler in the world.
In the small town of Cherry Springs, there was a small Battle center, where battlers come to enjoy playing Bakugan. Now, as in every town, there are always local regulars with big dreams, and even bigger hearts. As also with every town, there is always a kid that has the biggest dreams, but nothing to back it up.
"Oof!"
"Well, John? You gonna' give it up, or am I going to have to take it, punk?" Luther threatened. Luther was the town's local bully, and one of its better Bakugan players. He was the one who came up with the rule that if you lost a brawl, you had to give up one of your Bakugan to the winner. John, on the other hand, wasn't a very good Brawler. His record was never spotted with a single win. In fact, he was the single worst Battle Brawler in the world. But even though he never won, he loved Bakugan more than anything. He studied it rabidly, and never went a day with out cleaning his Bakugan. And yet… "I'm not giving another Bakugan to a creep who doesn't even take care of them!" John spat. Luther ground his teeth and gave John a solid punch in the gut. "Ugh!" "Well, if you don't want to give it willingly, I'll just TAKE IT!"
Later that evening…
"Mom, I'm home!" John called when he walked into the house. "What's for dinner?" John's mother walked into the foyer. She was daintily built, but as strong as a moose, in mind and body. She had raised him alone from birth, and hadn't aged a day since then. Then again, she had the temperament of a drill instructor. "Well, we're having Fillet of beef, wrapped in bacon." She had been drying her hands, and when she looked up and saw John, her face became a steely mask of indifference. "So, it looks like you got into a bit of a struggle at the Center," she said. "What? This?" John joked nervously "Nah! Just fell down a ditch. You know how clumsy I am. Ha-ha, Ha-ha." His mother looked at him with steely eyes. John started to break into a cold sweat. He knew that look all too well. It was a constant reminder of what the genetic pool had done to him. "Come into the backyard, John. I think it's time we had another battle."
