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CHAPTER 10
Don't ask,
don't tell
David Garcia
NORMAL POV:
"OOOOOOOOOOH YEEEAAAAH!"
"YOU SAID IT A.J! I'M BRAD BEST COMING AT YOU FROM THE QUADRENNIAL CHAMPIONSHIPS TODAY. ALL EYES ARE GONNA BE TURNED TOWARD OUR STADIUM TO SEE THE MOST JAW-DROPPING, IS THE MOST HAIR-RAISING, IS THE MOST…..THE COOLEST BEYBLADING WORLDS EVER"
"A.J TOPPER HERE! AND YO! THE WORLD IS WATCHING! SATELLITES ARE BLEEDING THESE RAD MATCHES ALL OVER THE PLANET AND BEYOND! ANY MARTIANS OUT THERE WANNA SIGN UP FOR THE NEXT YEAR'S CHAMPIONSHIPS? NO PROBLEM"
"NOW IT'S TIME TO INTRODUCE THE STARS OF TODAY AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF, ALTHOUGH I AM AVAILABLE FOR PARTIES AND WEDDINGS!", D. J Jazzman's voice rang out loud and clear across the new and improved BBA Stadium - The Spectacle Arena.
"BUT BACK TO WHAT WE'RE REALLY HERE FOR….THE FIRST SERIES OF THE QUADRENNIAL WORLD TOURNAMEEENT!", the crowd cheered wildly.
"WHERE THE FIRST MATCH WILL BE HELD BETWEEN THE BBA REVOLUTIONS AND THE WHITE TIGERS! SO LET THE BEYBLADE GAMES BEGIN!"
"YES THE TWO TEAMS HAVE TAKEN TO THE FLOOR. WE'RE IN FOR A WILD MATCH FOLKS!", Brad Best's voice boomed.
"BUT DOES THE WHITE TIGERS HAVE THE STRIPES TO BEAT THE THREE-TIME WORLD CHAMP TYSON AND HIS AWESOME CREW?", A.J cried. "AND CAN TYSON BEAT THE ODDS FOR THE FOURTH TIME?"
"WE'LL FIND OUT, A.J! FIRST UP IS LAST YEAR'S CHAMPIONS THEMSELVES, TYSON GRANGER AND DAICHI SUMERAGI AND THEY WILL BE FACING THE FEARSOME DUO LEE AND GARY FROM THE WHITE TIGERS"
Tyson walked up to take his position in the centre arena, along with Daichi. Tyson's gaze wandered up to the box among the audience where Kai and the Blitzkrieg Boys sat watching along with the other teams.
He took a deep breath to steady himself.
This is it, he thought. Time to show the world what I can do. To show them how a real champion blades.
There's a reason why I've won it three times and it's simply because I am the best. The best there'll ever be. Nobody messes with me and gets away with it and neither will you, Kai. Get ready to witness history!
Tyson looked up at Lee and Gary standing across them on the opposite side of the beydish and smiled confidently.
"IT'S TIME! NOOOW. LET'S START THE FIRST BATTLE OF THE QUADRENNIAL TOURNAMENT"
Tyson and daichi looked at each other and nodded. "Together".
Tyson whipped his jacket out of the way and drew his launcher out.
"IT BEGINS IN THREE.."
He pulled the ripcord out of his belt.
"TWO…"
And drew his blade from its pouch on his sleeve.
"ONE! LET IT RIIIIIIP!"
Tyson launched his blade with a staggering rotational speed of 82,000 rpm along with the others. He reeled back from the force of the wind coming from his blade. He grinned.
Their blades hit the dish and swerved left and right, building speed.
Alright, we're gonna have to make it fast. He thought.
"Go for it, Daichi", he shouted out.
Daichi gave him a nod and yelled, "ALRIGHT STRATA DRAGOON! FINISH THEM!". Strata Dragoon zoomed forward with astonishing speed aiming straight for Lee's and Gary's blades. They weren't expecting him to go all out from the start of the match. They quickly jumped out of the way and landed right in front of Tyson who lie in wait.
Tyson snickered. Just as I planned, he thought. Here we go. Sorry, Lee.
He closed his eyes and yelled out at the top of his lungs, "DRAGOOON! THUNDERSTOOOORM!"
He heard a deafening roar and his hair flew wildly. The ground beneath them shook. He opened his eyes to see his opponents' blades flying out of the dish faster than light.
The wind stopped.
"AND THE WINNERS ARE TYSON AND DAICHI!"
The crowd erupted.
"TYSON! TYSON! TYSON!"
"Beat that, Kai", he looked up at Kai who was watching him and smirked in victory.
The scoreboard flickered to show their scores in big, bold numbers. Lee and Gary earned exactly two points each. Daichi earned a 5.56 and Tyson scored a shocking 8.75.
Tyson and Daichi high-fived each other. "Yeah!"
"Sorry, guys. All in good fun, of course", Tyson said to Lee and Gary who'd picked up their beyblades from where it lay on the floor.
"It's alright, Tyson", said Lee. He shook his head, "We should've seen that coming".
"Anyway. It was a good match"
They shook hands. "See ya later, guys"
"AND THE WINNERS ARE MAX AND REI!", Jazzman shouted into the microphone, one hand up in the air.
"BOY WAS THAT A TOUGH MATCH! I REALLY THOUGHT MARIAH AND KEVIN HAD THEM FOR A MOMENT THERE!", Brad Best commented.
The scoreboard changed to show their scores. Mariah scored three points while Kevin got two. Rei earned a 6.5 while Max earned a 6.3.
"WE'LL COME BACK FOR THE NEXT MATCH BETWEEN THE SILENT ASSASSINS AND THE MAJESTICS AFTER A SHORT BREAK", A.J announced.
"Well played, Mariah", Rei smiled at her proudly.
"Yeah, you guys did really well, although we won in the end", Max offered.
"It's okay. We'll get you boys next time", Mariah winked at them and turned to walk away.
"Alright! That was awesome, guys", Tyson ran up to them.
"Thanks, Tyson", said Rei.
"Now, let us winners go eat. I'm staarvin'", Daichi rubbed his belly.
TYSON'S POV:
I pushed open the door with two giant buckets of popcorn in hand. The popcorn kept spilling and I kept cursing.
"Argh, damn it. Not again.", the little, puffy, golden bits of heaven skipped across the floor.
I scanned the seats in the box. Almost all of them were occupied. There were two empty seats next to Kenny. I shuffled over and plopped down. I spilled a few popcorn balls on Kenny's laptop and he frowned at them.
"Don't frown at the harmless popcorns, chief", I shook my head at him. "That's not very gentlemanly".
Kenny shook his laptop and the balls fell off. "I'm a little busy, Tyson"
I took a handful of popcorn and stuffed them into my mouth. I chewed loudly as I asked, "What are you working on?"
"Dragoon, ofcourse. He seems to be in top shape. Not a scratch. Daichi's blade is looking good too. But I'm afraid Lee and Gary's blades took quite a bashing from you guys. Their blades are really damaged."
"I'm gonna have to do my best at all of these games if I want to progress into the next series. And I haven't even started to think about our next opponents. I don't even want to."
"But Tyson, you know you can't avoid it forever. Face it, Tyson. You're going up against-"
"WHO CAN TAKE THE SUNRISE?", I started singing at the top of my lungs. "SPRINKLE IT WITH DEW…"
Kenny sighed and shook his head. "Alright. All in your own time, Tyson. But don't wait too long"
"- THE CANDYMAN CAN…", I had my eyes closed as I sang with a smile on my face. "OOH THE CANDYMAN CA-", I felt a wave of nervous sensation ripple in my stomach and I stopped singing.
The scent of cologne wafted up to my nose and I sensed heat radiate from next to me as I felt a weight sink down in to the adjacent seat. My stomach tangled itself into a thousand knots and my chest contracted. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to suck air through my slightly open mouth.
His intoxicating scent engulfed me and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I could no longer sit still. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I gulped.
I slowly turned my gaze over and met his purple eyes that were looking straight at me. Something hit me and I froze in his fiery gaze. Locked down under his intense stare I found myself unable to breathe. I licked my lips and opened my mouth to speak.
Nothing came out. I held the popcorn tighter against my chest and tried to tell myself to breathe.
Come on, Tyson. I thought. Cut the crap out, this is exactly what he wants. Don't give in. Don't. Now breathe. It's called air.
Still unable to break free from his stare, I ran my tongue along my lower lip and managed to ask, "What are you staring at?". My voice barely above a whisper.
His jaw clenched and he looked away like he was bored. I snorted.
He shot me an irritated look. I laughed and said, "losers", shaking my head in disdain.
"What did you say?", he asked furious.
"Oh nothing. I was just talking about losers. They're pathetic. Why're you bothered? I wasn't talking about you", I grinned at him with my tongue sticking out of the corner of my mouth.
"Put your tongue back into your mouth, Tyson. You look like a dog."
"You wish", I said laughing. His gaze locked onto mine and it burned into my very soul. I smirked as I savoured every single second of it.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!", Jazzman shouted. "WE ARE BACK FOR THE SECOND SET OF MATCHES OF THE FIRST SERIES BEING HELD TODAY. AND THE NEXT MATCH IS GOING TO BE BETWEEN THE FIRST TIME WORLDS COMPETITORS, THE SILENT ASSASSINS AND THE EUROPEAN KNIGHTS, THE MAJESTICS!"
I opened my eyes wide, keen on watching the Assassins blade. The Majestics were stronger than ever. This match was going to be epic. Unable to hold my excitement in any longer, I thrust my hand into the popcorn and started stuffing my face. Kai sighed next to me as my crunches got louder. I rolled my eyes at him.
"AND FIRST UP FOR THE SILENT ASSASSINS IS TEAM LEADER KIERAN AND HIS SILENT PARTNER ATHAN!", A.J Topper screeched into the mic.
"THEY'LL BE GOING UP AGAINST THE BEST BEYBLADERS EUROPE HAS TO OFFER, ROBERT AND JOHNNY", Brad Best shouted excitedly.
"THESE EUROPIANS ARE ONE TOUGH TEAM, BRAD. ROBERT ISN'T THE EUROPEAN CHAMPION FOR NOTHING. HE SHOWS NOOO MERCY ONCE HE HITS THE DISH"
"WATCH OUT FOR JOHNNY. HIS QUICK TEMPER MAKES HIM UNPREDICTABLE!"
Robert and Johnny in their Knight's armours, sauntered up to the dish.
Kieran, back in his spiky outfit, looked calm and confident as he walked to the centre arena along with his slightly dimmer companion, Athan, who seemed to be unimpressed as usual.
"LOOK ALIVE, WET BLANKET! BECAUSE YOU ARE ABOUT TO FACE ONE OF THE TOUGHEST COMPETITORS IN THE TOURNAMENT", A.J admonished.
Athan didn't even seem to have heard the comment. The crowd cheered wildly.
"Well this shouldn't take long.", Johhny smirked at them.
"YEAH! IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN…LET'S GET IT OOOOON!", D.J screamed. "LET'S COUNT IT DOWN! THREE…TWO….ONE…."
Johnny aimed his axe shaped launcher at Athan while Robert swung his flail.
"…..LET IT RIIIIIIP!"
"HERE WE GO…", A.J screamed into the mic.
Kieran and Athan launched their blades with a rotational speed of 20,000 rpm while Robert and Johnny went for it full-throttle.
"SALAMALYON!", Johnny's blade sped towards Athan's with impossible speed.
"WHOA! LOOKS LIKE THE GLADIATOR OF GLASGOW IS DETERMINED TO FINISH THIS ONE BEFORE IT'S EVEN STARTED"
Robert shot Johnny an inquisitive look. "I got this, Robert", Johnny brushed him off.
"SALAMALYON! DESTROY HIM!", he slammed his blade straight into Athan's. The crowd held their breath.
Athan's blade staggered back a bit and continued spinning while Johnny's blade just stopped and he dropped to the floor.
His body thrashed on the ground as his eyes rolled back into his skull.
"What the hell just happened?", I jumped out of my seat and the popcorn fell to the ground. I ran to the front of the box to get a clearer view.
NORMAL POV:
Johnny lay thrashing with his mouth foaming on the sides. Robert looked at him in horror. Medics rushed up to the scene. People gasped and screamed.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!", eyes wide and nostrils flaring, Robert shouted at his opponents.
"Sorry", Athan mumbled. "It's my fault"
"WHAT!", Robert mouth fell open. He couldn't believe the fool.
"I am going to take you down", he aimed his blade straight for Athan. Athan dodged it.
Robert followed him and tried to strike him again. Athan swerved his blade out of the way and sped off, Robert hot on his tail.
"IT'S TURNED INTO A GAME OF CAT AND MICE, BRAD"
"BOY, I SURE HOPE JOHNNY IS FINE"
Furious, he called out, "GRIFFOLYON! WING DAGGER!".
"Obliqua", a soft voice whispered.
Robert didn't even realize what was happening as his vision clouded with dark spots and he saw his blade disintegrate before him. He swayed on his feet and the medics caught him before he fell.
The crowd gaped in horror and surprise. Kieran whispered again, "Sorry".
"UH. UH.", Jazzman shook his head and blinked. "AND THE WINNERS ARE KIERAN AND ATHAN! huh", he couldn't keep the surprise from his voice.
The scoreboard flickered to show the scores.
ROBERT: 5.4
JOHNNY: 5
ATHAN:8.95
KIERAN: 9.45
~This is just the beginning~
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