Fangirls and Their Purpose
A little idea, as to the actual reason for fangirls' existence.
The Muse of Insanity does not own Beyblading, or any of the speeches present in this Fanfic.
Tyson
Tyson stood in his favourite place in the whole world. On a podium, looking out at a sea of adoring fans. The latest BBA centre was now open, and he felt brilliant. His speech was about to start, and he had the best one ever. Silence fell, and he took a deep breath, and began.
"My fellow Beybladers, I had a dream, that one day, everyone would be able to Beyblade and do so in peace. BEGA tried to take that dream from me, but for this dream, I will fight them on the beaches, I will fight them in the hills, and I will never surrender! I believe this organisation should commit to achieving the goal of, before this decade is out, providing a future fair for all in this game. Beyblading, this young modern giant, exemplifies the relationship of the young, with the creations of science. Although we have not yet taken full advantage of Beyblading, it is as available to amateurs as it is to professionals like me. I do perceive, that while everything around me is changing all the time, there is underlying that change, a living power, the power of Beyblading. In Beyblading, there is no substitute for victory."
"Let me say this, that in all my years of Beyblading, I have never profited from Beyblading. So to celebrate this ideal, that BEGA wanted to take away, I declare this free centre OPEN"
The crowd erupted in cheers as he took the huge scissors that were offered him, and cut the ribbon. He had never thought that the "Speeches of the Great" book Grandpa had given him would come in handy, but it was really useful for stuff like this. Walking down to where his fans awaited with baited breath, he drew his pen with a flourish, and began to sign the photos and sheets of paper that were thrust towards him.
Fifteen minutes later, Tyson was rescued from his fans by Mr Dickenson, who walked over, and guided him in for the tour that was being put on for a few select guests. Tyson's heart sank, as he saw Kai walk purposely over to him, an expression of amusement flittering around his lips.
"'I will never surrender'?" the Phoenix smirked, as Tyson squirmed under his gaze.
"I needed a speech fast" explained Tyson, before walking hurriedly away from his still grinning team-mate. The tour finished, with little incident, apart from when Tyson tried out the new Beydish, and almost decapitated the guide when he attempted to recall Dragoon from the other side of the room. As Tyson stepped out of the side door of the centre he smiled when he realised that none of the fans had stayed. Confident in a quiet walk home, he strode confidently out of the alley, adjusting his hat as he did so. Suddenly, a high pitched squeal erupted out of no-where.
"There he is!"
"Tyson I love youuuu!"
"Marry meeeee!"
Tyson whirled on his heels and ran, as a stampede of pink and white charged towards him. He dodged past three pedestrians, but almost ran into a post-box. As he regained his balance, his hat flew from his head, and landed only a few steps away from the horde of approaching fan-girls. Diving for the precious hat, he failed to regain his feet, before the tidal wave struck him full on.
An hour later, Tyson woke up in hospital to Mr Dickenson looking down at him, and Kai leaning against the doorpost.
"You're lucky Kai was nearby, Tyson. He pulled you out from that melee as fast as he could, after he realised that you were the cause of it."
"How long did it take?" Tyson groaned.
"Around 20 minutes" Kai replied.
"20 minutes!" Tyson yelled, causing a passing nurse to drop the tray she was holding. He glared at Kai.
"It was difficult to see you" the Phoenix shrugged, before strolling away.
As Kai left the hospital, he heard Tyson's voice again.
"I'm in here for 3 MONTHS!" This was followed by a loud crash, as the poor nurse dropped her recently-picked-up tray again.
I will try to get another one up asap, probably from Max, but other ideas are welcome.