Tyson jolted in his sleep. The bed felt weird. Not necessarily uncomfortable though, but very, very weird. He didn't want to open his eyes; he felt as if he'd been sleeping for days, and his eyelids were very, very heavy. Come to think of it, Tyson didn't even remember going to sleep. All this was certainly quite strange…

Tyson sprang up. This wasn't his bed! This wasn't his room! This wasn't his house! Heck, he wasn't even sure if he was even inside his country anymore.

"What the hell is this place?" he cried. And, to his surprise, someone answered.

"Shut up, you'll wake the others…" said a male voice. It was Kai Hiwatari.

"Kai!" demanded Tyson "What are you doing here? What's going on?"

"What on Earth gives you the impression that I know?" said Kai.

And that made sense, though it was probably the only thing that did in the surrounding. The two boys were in a small rectangular room; I had white metallic walls and was illuminated by white neon lights. There were two iron sets of bunk beds, a small table with some generic food on it, a one-piece sliding metal door on the far side, loudspeakers in each corner and a switch in the wall. Under Tyson's pillow was his Beyblade Dragoon. That was about it. There really wasn't much room for anything else anyway.

Tyson had been laying on one of the aforementioned beds, and Kai on another; on the remaining two were two familiar faces that were still sleeping. Tyson took a better look; then, he exclaimed:

"Ray? Max? What are they doing here?"

It was, in truth, Ray and Max.

"I told you" said Kai "I don't know. I woke up here just like you, only earlier. All the old Blade-Breakers are here. There's no way out except for that door, and it's obviously locked."

"Locked?" cried Tyson "But that means we're…"

"Prisoners" said Kai "Yes, I know; now stop yelling like some sort of out-of-control baboon, or you'll wake them up…"

"Kai" said Tyson "We've got to wake them up…"

"No we don't" said Kai "I need some peace to think about what the hell we're going to do. I'm the captain of the team after all…"

"Uh…" said Tyson "Captain or no captain, I think that the course of action when up in some weird metallic cell is something we should discuss as a team…"

Kai sighed.

"Okay, do whatever you want..." he said "It's not like I'm going to get any ideas with you awake anyhow."

So they decided to wake up Ray and Max. When Ray and Max were awoken, they were just as surprised and ignorant as the other two. The four boys sat down on the lower beds, and began to eat the food on the table. Of course, the first one to taste it was Tyson; it wasn't good; not poisonous or noxious or generally unfit for consumption, but certainly not good either.

"Kidnapping the four original Blade-Breakers," said Max, munching on his own portion of breakfast "Who would want to do that? It's weird…"

Ray, who was sitting opposite of him, sipped some tea.

"No it isn't," he said "We're the four strongest Beybladers in the world; there's lots of people who might have grudges against us, or any number or reasons for locking us up in here…"

"Yeah," said Tyson "Sorry Max, but he's right. There's lots of people that might want to kidnap us… Especially the kind of people that own places like this."

Here Tyson looked at Kai with not-so-sympathetic eyes. Thankfully, Max was there to break the tension.

"Have you tried opening the door?" he said with a smile.

Kai glared at him:

"Yes…"

"Are you sure it's not what that switch does?" said Max.

"Yes," said Kai "I'm sure: that opens and turns off the light…"

"Then how do we get out?"

"Beats me…"

There was silence; then Tyson spoke up:

"Guys" said the World Champion "Do we all have our Beyblades?"

The four boys looked at him, quite surprised.

"Check under your pillows."

They checked, and there they were, along with their launching gear.

"Good" continued Tyson, seeing that all his teammates had produced their Beyblades "Now: I think we should do the only thing we can do."

"And what's that?" said Kai.

"Blow down the door!"

"What?"

"It's the only way, Kai…" said Ray.

And the Captain gave in grudgingly, because it really was the only way they could think of.

"Okay now…" said Tyson, getting up "Everyone together… We don't want any wasted blows."

The four Blade-Breakers readied their tops for launch, and stood in line in front of the door. Tyson sounded the attack:

"Three… two… one… Let it rip! Dragoon!"

"Draciel!"

"Driger!"

"Dranzer!"

And the four tops flew at the door. There was a great blast, and a flash of light; the boys had to cover their eyes. But when the dust was gone, they saw their plan had worked, for the door was laying in pieces in front of them.

"Bull's eye!" said Tyson.

But he was interrupted; because just then, a mechanical female voice was heard from the loudspeakers:

"Congratulations, Blade-Breakers" it declared "Max Tate, please step forward."