Hey everyone! This is a co-op story I'm doing with 'EnderBlaze293', you can find his profile under my favorite authors. I hope you all enjoy it! Disclaimer: Me and EnderBlaze293 do not own beyblade.
*Third Person Point of View*
The crowd's roars eco off of the stadium's walls. The winning team stands at the dish, waving to their fans. Up in the luxury box, a pair of black eyes follows them as they descend into the locker rooms. The plump man smiles, happy about finally finding a team of great skill to go against the others. The cheers die down as people begin to leave but the man stays seated.
"Mr. Dickenson." Stanley looks to his left where his secretary, Lisa, stands. He smiles at her and they make their way out into one of the only hallways deserted of people. "I'm guessing by the smile on your face you've found a team."
Mr. Dickenson nods and they walk quietly down the hall. "Why don't you go and get you something to eat Lisa. I'll meet you at the car when I'm done." Knowing it pointless to try to argue Lisa nods her head and turns, walking the opposite way. The BBA chairman watches as she turns the corner before continuing his journey.
Once reaches the locker rooms hushed voices travel to his ears. The teams are amazed that Stanley Dickenson, a BBA chairman, is in their town's stadium. He smiles at the children politely, stopping some to tell them how good they did. He passes door after door until he reaches the end of the hall. On the left hand side, a piece of paper reading 'Imperial Fighters' is taped to the last door. Taking a deep breath, he turns the nob and walks in.
The room is like any other locker room. A line of old lockers extend the entire length of the far wall. On the left side is a small wall mounted T.V. with build in cabinets surrounding it. On the right is a small bar with a cabinet and a mini fridge bellow. Two benches run vertically in the space, the ends almost reaching the walls.
Sitting down on the left bench is a petite young girl of 16. Her long straight blonde hair reaches her lower back with her bands fringe and swept to the left. A pale peach color hand twirls of a lock of it as green with mixes of gold eyes stare boredly at two of the four occupants in the room as they argue. She's clothed in a tight light pink short-sleeve shirt with a grey undone cardigan over top of it; a brown belt around her waist. A pair of light blue jeans end at her knees and her shoes are simple grey slip on flats. A pair of brown gloves, matching her belt, lay next to her.
One of the two arguing teens is a young man, about the age of 17. He stands 5"8 and his slightly tanned skin ties in well with his teal color hair that seems to end at chin length spiking out at different places all around his head and his almond shaped goldish brown eyes. A baggy dark blue tank top hangs loosely over a tight black muscle shirt and a pair of semi baggy blue jeans drag the ground. On his hands are a pair of worn out white gloves which matches his white and dark blue sneakers.
The other teenage engaged in the argument is a young girl of 16 like the first. Unlike the other two, her skin is a dark olive shade which goes nicely with her unruly dark brown hair that reaches mid-back. As the conversation between her and the young man becomes more heated her blue eyes seem to glow with anger. A dark red sleeveless shirt that fades to orange in some places and ends right above the girl's midriff is over top of a long sleeve black fishnet shirt. Her pants are a pair of grey skinny jean that has rips at the knees. Dressing her feet are pair of dark red combat boots, matching a pair of dark red fingerless gloves.
The last member of the group is a young man, again around the age of 17, who is leaning casually on lockers straight across from Mr. Dickenson. His blonde hair spikes straight up (in a super saiyan style) going well with his blue eyes and pointed chin. A white t shirt that is covered by a yellow bladder's vest and a pair of lose jeans go well with the boy's tan skin. His shoes, much like the other male's, are just a pair of white sneakers.
This boy looks at Mr. Dickenson, face clouded with confusion. He pushes off the lockers, making his way towards the chairman. Once seeing this, the other members of the team quickly stop what they're doing to watch. The boy reaches Mr. Dickenson and he reaches out his hand. "Hello." He says politely. "My name is Noah Antiguo and I'm the caption of this team." Stanley takes the boy's outstretched hand, shaking it.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Noah. My name is Stanley Dickenson and I am a chairman for the board of the BBA." The occupants of the room gasp at this bit of information. All stare wide eyed at the man until the blonde hair female snaps out of her trance. She quickly stands and makes her way toward her the doorway.
"My name is Elizabeth Johnson." She smiles brightly at the board member causing him to chuckle. He takes her hand and shakes it.
"I'm Lucas Smith." The other male in the rooms states also walking up to shake Mr. Dickenson's hand before stepping back slightly to give him space.
"Well, guess that leaves me." The other female says as she makes her way to the chairman. "I'm Layla Garcia." She to shakes his hand before stepping back like Lucas to give everyone some personal space.
"If you don't mind my asking sir, why are you here?" Noah questions in a respectful manner. His question causes the smile on the BBA chairman's face to widen.
"Well Noah," Stanley begins as he moves to sit on one of the two benches. "it just so happens I was in the neighborhood and decided to come and watch the tournament. I must say, you all have quite the skill." Everyone mumbles a thank you, a little embarrassed about being complimented. "I've been searching for a team just like you." This catches everyone, causing them to give their full attention to the Japanese man. "For about 3 months now I've been searching for a team to compete in the newest upcoming tournament. It's going to be a spectacular event with teams from all across the world and I was thinking that your team could fill in the last spot."
The room gets deathly quiet for a few moments before all four teens break out talking. Noah, after shushing the other three who were saying about how big of an adventure this would be, turns to address the chairman. "It would be a great honor to compete in the tournament but which other teams will be participating?"
"Well my boy, as of right now it will be the BladeBreakers, White Tigers, All Stars, Majestics, Blitzkrieg Boys, Justice Five, and Barthez Battalion. If your teams joins you will be the eighth and final team." Mr. Dickenson informs the teens.
Before Noah can start reply to him, Layla bursts into a hysterical rant. "WE can go against THEM! They're like the champions of their countries. WE wouldn't stand a chance! We'll get chew up and spit out! I'M too young to die! There's still so much I wanna do. I still haven't-"
"Do you really have so little faith in our team?" Elizabeth interrupts her. "They may already be champions but I know for sure that none of them have the heart and will power we do. We can do anything as long as we believe in ourselves. Common Lala, don't be so scared."
Layla snaps her gaze to her team mate. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath in and releases it. She snaps her eyes back open and nods at Noah.
Noah looks toward Elizabeth, also known as Lizzy, who nods her head also. He then turns his attention to Lucas who smiles at him. "If you're up for it so am I."
Facing the BBA chairman once again, Noah smiles and nods his head. "We'll do it."