Discalimer: I do not own Beyblade. Please don't sue.

CHAPTER 14

Cause the way I feel,

I'm strong enough to go to the club

Or the corner pub,

and lift the whole liquor counter up

Cause I'm raising the bar

I'd shoot for the moon

but I'm too busy gazing at stars

Eminem

NORMAL POV:

END OF ROUND ONE TEAM STANDINGS

1. SILENT ASSASSINS 8.95

2. BEGA LEAGUE 7.21

3. BBA REVOLUTION 6.78

4. BLITZKREIG BOYS 5.78

5. THE MAJESTICS 4.58

6. WHITE TIGERS 2.25

7. ALL STARZ 2.06

8. F-DYNASTY 1.0

A crumpled up plastic cup sailed through the air and bounced off the TV screen. Tyson jumped in front of it, "WHY ARE WE THIRD?!"

Breathing heavily through his nostrils, his neck muscles bulging and knees so wide apart some of the inmates of the room worried he might end up stuck that way, he looked like an angry dinosaur.

"Um….that might have something to do with the fact that we did not perform our best in the last round?"

"BUT WHY ARE WE THRID?!", he rounded on his teammates who sat stunned on the couch. "THIRD! WE WERE FIRST WHEN WE ENTERED THE TOURNAMENT AND NOW WE ARE THIRRRRD?"

Kenny opened his mouth like he was about to say something and then shut it. The rest of them blinked again. Daichi had fallen over in shock.

"Way to screw it up, Kai", Tala scoffed, clapping his hands.

They were in their room, the TV was on. Tala stood near the balcony, Kai leant against the wall. Bryan and Spencer were sitting tensed on the bed.

"I know what I'm doing, Tala", Kai pursed his lips. "Gimme a break"

"If this is about defeating Tyson again. I'm telling you, Kai. You mess with the team to fuck with him", his eyes frosted over in cold-blooded rage ."I will make sure that you pay the price".

Bryan looked up at him in shock. Tala never swore.

Kai shot him the look of death. "I said give me a break. If you'd spent more time training than whining, we might actually be at the top of the table."

Tala's mouth fell open in shock. "You're unbelievable! You're blaming this on me? You didn't even give me a chance t-"

"If I knew I could trust you, I wouldn't have had to do that", he closed his eyes and let out an exasperated breath.

Tala clenched his mouth shut, his mouth a thin line of guilt and hurt pride.

"Way to go team. We're second best", Brooklyn twisted his mouth up in ridicule.

"It's good. Be a little more appreciative of your achievement"

"Achievement?", his voice rose in mock disbelief. "I can do faaar better than this. You know what I'm capable of, Hiro"

"Yes I do. You are incredibly powerful, Brooklyn. But they consider the team average and in that sense, this is good"

"Are you saying that my teammates are not good enough for me, coach?", amusement glinting in his sky-blue eyes.

A nerve ticked in Hiro's jaw. "That is not what I meant and you know it"

"Whatever", Brooklyn waved his hand in dismissal, turning around to walk away.

"This is not good", Lee stressed at the screen. "We're falling"

"Falling?", Kevin laughed. "We're doing worse than amateurs"

"Come on, boys. Don't let the scores get to you. We're playing the All Starz next, we can pull our scores up then.", Mariah made a V with her fingers. "We'll make it to the top four and all we need is a little bit of optimism"

"Yeah, let's be optimistic that we're going to lose", Gary droned, his chin resting on his hands, he sat on the couch staring at the floor.

Mariah fumed.

"Ha! We're at the bottom", Michael gave a laugh. He tossed the baseball up in the air and caught it in his gloved hand.

"Second from the bottom", Emily corrected him, clipboard in hand. "Don't worry, Michael. I have recorded data on all of the teams in the tournament and we are going to use them to win the next round with the highest score possible. Right, Judy?"

Judy sighed and then smiled. "Yes, we are. This tournament is a little stressful but we have all that we need. So let's not give up hope yet"

Michael shook his head, a disbelieving smile on his face. "I'm surrounded by idiots"

Rick turned the volume all the way up.

"Stop crying, Raul. Our blades may be trashed and we may be at the bottom of the table but your crying isn't going to fix anything! Now, man up!"

Raul lifted his face from his cupped hands. "May be? Our blades are trashed and we are at the bottom of the table. Accept the truth, Juilaa", he sniffed and wailed harder.

"Romero! Stop snoozing and say something!"

Romero sat up and shook his hair from his eyes. "Uh...?", he looked around confused. Then spotted Raul sitting in the corner crying. "Rauuuuul! Don't cry my boy. We will do better"

He nodded his head slowly.

"In the next tournament"

"How are you holding up?", the nurse asked.

The white curtains in the room billowed out and a light breeze entered the peaceful room.

"I felt better last night, I guess.", Robert sat up and glanced at the TV.

"Turn it off", Johnny mumbled, his face buried in the fluffy pillows. "I think I'm having a nightmare."

The nurse moved to switch off the TV.

He turned his face around to look at Robert without lifting his head. "Because that can't be us", he pointed at the wall near the foot of his bed where the TV was hung.

Robert rubbed his eyes with both his hands. "That is us"

"Then I don't wanna wake up. I'm going back to sleep. I'd rather have a nightmare", he pressed his face back into the pillows and sighed.

"Time to face the music, Tyson"

"Music?"

"Ah..it's just an expression. Never mind", Kenny put a hand to his forehead. "You've avoided it long enough though. Tyson, you're going to face the BEGA Leagues"

"Where's the music?", Tyson had his arms crossed as he turned away from the window.

"TYSON!", they all shouted together.

"Alright, alright!", Tyson threw his hands up. "I'm facing Brooklyn."

A beat passed.

"I'm facing Brooklyn.". Tyson's eyes went wide, "BROOKLYN! Aaand Garland!"

He pointed his hands to one side, "Brooklyn". He pointed to the other side, "and Garland. Brooklyn and Garland. BROOKLYN AND GARLAND! AAAAH! That's like…..That's like the end of the world combined with a zombie apocalypse! THER'S NO WAY YOU CAN SURVIVE!"

They all sweat-dropped.

"Calm down, Tyson.", said Rei. "We'll find a way to beat them"

Tyson dropped his head and put his hands on his hips. He tapped his foot, "Brooklyn never attacks at the start of the match….and Kai scored the highest by.."

"He's already thinking of a solution", Rei gaped at him.

Hillary who had her thumb in her mouth, spoke around it. "Guess he's finally growing up"

Tyson looked up at them suddenly.

"I know what we have to do"

"Take a few hits"

"We can't"

"But we have to"

"But our bitbeasts-"

"We control our bitbeasts"

"Maybe Brosey and I can let them attack us but there's no way you and Athan can take hits"

"We control our bitbeasts. They won't defend unless we're feeling defensive"

"Good luck. You're gonna need it. I don't wanna witness another one of your attacks like that one time in Brazil….."

"I'll leave myself wide open"

~Round two...Here we come~

A/N: Hmm...