Riyao: Let's see....I don't own Beyblade though I'm sure you're smart enough to know that.
1) Cookie goes to Skittles the Sugar Fairy because she was the only one who reviewed. I don't mean that I'm doing this to make you feel guilty, it's just that I was really annoyed that I had to avoided the computer when I could've finished this chapter early so her review made me feel better.
2) Note to Maria Christina (even though it's 3 chapters late and I'm sure you already figured it out but I'm just saying it anyways because I keep bothering myself about it), no, Oliver isn't a girl. That was a mistake. Yes, even the all mighty me makes mistakes.
3) I would've finished this chapter before Christmas but I had an eye doctor appointment and he said I had to get special contact lens and since my eye degrees was just barely over 300, I was trying to avoid the computer in fear that it might wreck my eyes (wearing my glasses wouldn't be any good because they were half my eye degrees).
4) Plus, I don't remember everything about a beyblade battle so if I do something wrong, please NICELY tell me what's wrong and how to correct it.
6) By the way, I'm doing the battle in a general P.O.V because it's hard to write all the details from one person's P.O.V when they're focusing on their part and not the other's. Just a note.
7) Man, I seem to end up saying a lot in these things. I'm surprised that you're still awake.
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General P.O.V
After the duo finished their treats, Oliver had brought Enrique to a park where quote Oliver, "Is the perfect place to battle." Enrique, only seeing trees around him, couldn't see what's so great about beyblading in a park.
"Here we are." Oliver said.
The blonde Italian pulled Amphilyon out of his pocket after looking around, and then seeing the beyblade dish in the middle.
"You have your beyblade ready?" he asked, getting his beyblade ready.
"I'm way ahead of you," Oliver replied. The French boy lifted his blade as proof.
A crowd started to form around them when a kid yelled, "Hey look! Oliver and some dude are gonna beyblade!". Course, Enrique didn't hear that. He was used to attention so he didn't bother to hear what the kid said. Then, something hit Enrique (not literally).
"Hey," said Enrique, bringing Amphilyon down, "who's gonna referee?"
"I forgot completely about that." Oliver brought his blade down too and looked around. "You," he said though it was actually more of a command. He pointing to a random brown-headed kid in the crowd, "referee for this battle." The kid simply nodded and went up. His hand was up. The both of them lifted our beyblades back up again.
"Three," he began, "two," the both of them gripped their launcher harder, "one! Let it rip!"
They both ripped the cord out with such force. Their beyblades landed in the ring with sparks, then started to circle around each other. Enrique didn't want to wait, which was the reason why he ordered an attack quickly.
"Attack!"
His bit-beast did as he was told. Amphilyon came out, the both heads letting out a tremendous roar and then headed straight for the pink beyblade.
Oliver smirked at this. "If you think you're gonna win that easily then you're wrong. Unicolyon! Earth Shake!" Out of his blade, a pink unicorn [1] came out. A sudden shake in the park came when Unicolyon started to shake back and forth, which was causing Amphilyon to go off balance.
"Now Unicolyon, knock it out!"
Frustration crossed Enrique's face. He couldn't lose. Especially when he was trying to impress her with his beyblade skills by winning. He ordered Amphilyon to attack even though he didn't regain his balance yet. Fortunately for him, Amphilyon caught his balance, and then charged at Unicolyon.
Unicolyon herself (or is it himself?) was still charging at Amphilyon. They weren't charging too hard because when they hit, they bounced off and them circled the ring again. Part of Oliver's attack ring was cracked. Enrique had noticed this and called out to Amphilyon.
"Amphilyon, go now! Don't hold back!"
Rushing ahead, it looked like it was going to hit, but it was just a taunt. Unicolyon moved out of the way. Oliver smiled with pride partly because he didn't get hit by Enrique's attack and partly because he knew of the great force his opponent had used in the last attack; and the harder it moves, the harder it is to control it. Amphilyon flew out of the ring and up. Not straight up but out and up. Where the famous French boy stood, the bottom of the blade flew up at him, just missing his nose and slicing his goggles and beret. He didn't smile for long. The now ruined goggles and beret fell to the ground. You think his fringes would be sliced too but the wind Amphilyon made caused his fringes to fly upwards, thus missing his hair. He gasped in shock but them remembered the battle. Enrique was lucky because since his beyblade hit something on the way out, it rebounded and landed back in the ring. The only bad thing about that was his RPM [2] was decreased. Enrique was thankful that his beyblade didn't land outside the ring but was also angry that his RPM was decreased. He chose to attack before "she" used that to "her" advantage.
"Amphilyon! All-or-nothing final attack!"
"Unicolyon! Destroy it!"
Both blades charged at each other with lots of strength. It was leaving the crowd in suspense, which one will win after they hit. They seem to be going faster at each other. Then the two beyblades whammed into each other with a big BOOM! Bright light emerged from the dish and then smoke. After the smoke cleared, the results were revealed. Both blades had stopped spinning. Enrique's blade looked like some force crushed it and Oliver's looked smashed. His attack ring was broken. It was a tie.
People started to say things about the battle. Some sided for Oliver saying that he couldn't be defeated by an outsider and some actually heard of Enrique in France and said he won, but were confused. the referee just gazed there before he realized that it was his turn to finally speak.
"Uhh.... I guess the match is a draw. Nobody wins."
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Enrique's P.O.V
I picked up Amphilyon. She was harder than I expected. That'll make it hard to show off my beyblade skills. I walked over to the green-headed girl that was staring at her beyblade she picked up.
I noticed her goggles and beret at my foot. I picked it up and handed to her in an offering kind of way.
"Sorry about what I did to this. I'll buy you a new one."
"Thanks for the offer but no thanks." She took back her stuff.
"No, but I really insist. I'm a moron so it's the least I could do for the damage I've done to you."
She sighed. "Fine."
"Anyways, that was a really good battle you put up there. No one has been able to tie with me."
"Course," she said, "I'm one of the four best beybladers in Europe. You're one of them too, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"If you tied with me and I'm one of the best beybladers in Europe then you have to be the other one that is the best too."
Funny how her logic works. Strangely enough, it makes sense.
"Let's call it a day for now." she said, "I have to repair my beyblade."
Hmmm...Guess I'll have to excuse her for that. Besides, it's not like my beyblade's in the best of shapes.
"Sure. How about we go on another date tomorrow here?"
Her eyes rolled to one side. "Uhh...sorry but I'm busy tomorrow. Have to open a restaurant."
Really? She doesn't seem too sure about that.
"No, no. I'm really serious. I have to open La Maison de Oliver [3]."
"Oh, is that how it is...." I looked down on the floor.
I think I heard someone groaning but I'm not sure. What I do know is that I heard, "Well, if it makes you feel better, the day after, we could go for a ride on my blimp."
"Sure!" A wide grin was on my face.
"Just go to 'Air Oliver stadium'. Ask the people around here. They know where it is."
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Oliver's P.O.V (starts off after the battle)
I went over to the dish and picked up Unicolyon. Her attack ring was broken. I'm going to have to replace it before HE comes again. He made a pretty good opponent. He's probably one of the four best beybladers in Europe like me.
"Sorry about what I did to this." he said, handing me my beret and goggles, "I'll buy you a new one."
"Thanks for the offer but no thanks." I took them back even though I was going to end up throwing them out later. I have more at home.
"No, but I really insist. I'm a moron so it's the least I could do for the damage I've done to you."
I sighed. I should let him do that for me. It's just mean to be rude to a moron.
"Fine." I said.
"Anyways, that was a really good battle you put up there. No one has been able to tie with me."
"Course," I replied, "I'm one of the four best beybladers in Europe. You're one of them too, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"If you tied with me and I'm on of the best beybladers in Europe than you have to be the other one that is the best too."
He paused for a while.
"Let's call it a day for now," I said. " I have to repair my beyblade."
That was partly a lie. I did need to repair Unicolyon but also because I didn't want to spent any more time with this guy. He may be funny but he's always looking at me in a strange way.
"Sure. How about we go on another date tomorrow here?"
Not tomorrow. Didn't I have something important tomorrow? Oh yeah, I remember now. "Uhh...sorry but I'm busy tomorrow. Have to open a restaurant."
I know what's he thinking. From the look of his face (one eyebrow up and the other one down. You know, that one), he doesn't believe me.
"No, no. I'm really serious. I have to open The House of Oliver."
"Oh, is that how it is...." he looked down at the floor sadly.
Damn my conscience.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, the day after, we could go for a ride on my blimp."
"Sure!" he said with a big grin on his face.
"Just go to 'Air Oliver stadium'. Ask the people around here. They know where it is."
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[1] I don't remember what colour Unicolyon is. I'm assuming that it's pink because of the beyblade. I don't know.
[2] Rotation Per Minute
[3] The House of Oliver (yes, I know, crappy name. I got desperate.)
Riyao: There! Another chapter done! Anyways, if I make any mistakes, like grammar or spelling mistake, again, please NICELY tell me and I'll fix it. It'll be greatly appreciated because I don't want people to read my mistakes in here. On your way out, please leave a review in the "Reviews for the Needy" box. It would mean so much to me...uh...us if you did that.
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1) Cookie goes to Skittles the Sugar Fairy because she was the only one who reviewed. I don't mean that I'm doing this to make you feel guilty, it's just that I was really annoyed that I had to avoided the computer when I could've finished this chapter early so her review made me feel better.
2) Note to Maria Christina (even though it's 3 chapters late and I'm sure you already figured it out but I'm just saying it anyways because I keep bothering myself about it), no, Oliver isn't a girl. That was a mistake. Yes, even the all mighty me makes mistakes.
3) I would've finished this chapter before Christmas but I had an eye doctor appointment and he said I had to get special contact lens and since my eye degrees was just barely over 300, I was trying to avoid the computer in fear that it might wreck my eyes (wearing my glasses wouldn't be any good because they were half my eye degrees).
4) Plus, I don't remember everything about a beyblade battle so if I do something wrong, please NICELY tell me what's wrong and how to correct it.
6) By the way, I'm doing the battle in a general P.O.V because it's hard to write all the details from one person's P.O.V when they're focusing on their part and not the other's. Just a note.
7) Man, I seem to end up saying a lot in these things. I'm surprised that you're still awake.
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General P.O.V
After the duo finished their treats, Oliver had brought Enrique to a park where quote Oliver, "Is the perfect place to battle." Enrique, only seeing trees around him, couldn't see what's so great about beyblading in a park.
"Here we are." Oliver said.
The blonde Italian pulled Amphilyon out of his pocket after looking around, and then seeing the beyblade dish in the middle.
"You have your beyblade ready?" he asked, getting his beyblade ready.
"I'm way ahead of you," Oliver replied. The French boy lifted his blade as proof.
A crowd started to form around them when a kid yelled, "Hey look! Oliver and some dude are gonna beyblade!". Course, Enrique didn't hear that. He was used to attention so he didn't bother to hear what the kid said. Then, something hit Enrique (not literally).
"Hey," said Enrique, bringing Amphilyon down, "who's gonna referee?"
"I forgot completely about that." Oliver brought his blade down too and looked around. "You," he said though it was actually more of a command. He pointing to a random brown-headed kid in the crowd, "referee for this battle." The kid simply nodded and went up. His hand was up. The both of them lifted our beyblades back up again.
"Three," he began, "two," the both of them gripped their launcher harder, "one! Let it rip!"
They both ripped the cord out with such force. Their beyblades landed in the ring with sparks, then started to circle around each other. Enrique didn't want to wait, which was the reason why he ordered an attack quickly.
"Attack!"
His bit-beast did as he was told. Amphilyon came out, the both heads letting out a tremendous roar and then headed straight for the pink beyblade.
Oliver smirked at this. "If you think you're gonna win that easily then you're wrong. Unicolyon! Earth Shake!" Out of his blade, a pink unicorn [1] came out. A sudden shake in the park came when Unicolyon started to shake back and forth, which was causing Amphilyon to go off balance.
"Now Unicolyon, knock it out!"
Frustration crossed Enrique's face. He couldn't lose. Especially when he was trying to impress her with his beyblade skills by winning. He ordered Amphilyon to attack even though he didn't regain his balance yet. Fortunately for him, Amphilyon caught his balance, and then charged at Unicolyon.
Unicolyon herself (or is it himself?) was still charging at Amphilyon. They weren't charging too hard because when they hit, they bounced off and them circled the ring again. Part of Oliver's attack ring was cracked. Enrique had noticed this and called out to Amphilyon.
"Amphilyon, go now! Don't hold back!"
Rushing ahead, it looked like it was going to hit, but it was just a taunt. Unicolyon moved out of the way. Oliver smiled with pride partly because he didn't get hit by Enrique's attack and partly because he knew of the great force his opponent had used in the last attack; and the harder it moves, the harder it is to control it. Amphilyon flew out of the ring and up. Not straight up but out and up. Where the famous French boy stood, the bottom of the blade flew up at him, just missing his nose and slicing his goggles and beret. He didn't smile for long. The now ruined goggles and beret fell to the ground. You think his fringes would be sliced too but the wind Amphilyon made caused his fringes to fly upwards, thus missing his hair. He gasped in shock but them remembered the battle. Enrique was lucky because since his beyblade hit something on the way out, it rebounded and landed back in the ring. The only bad thing about that was his RPM [2] was decreased. Enrique was thankful that his beyblade didn't land outside the ring but was also angry that his RPM was decreased. He chose to attack before "she" used that to "her" advantage.
"Amphilyon! All-or-nothing final attack!"
"Unicolyon! Destroy it!"
Both blades charged at each other with lots of strength. It was leaving the crowd in suspense, which one will win after they hit. They seem to be going faster at each other. Then the two beyblades whammed into each other with a big BOOM! Bright light emerged from the dish and then smoke. After the smoke cleared, the results were revealed. Both blades had stopped spinning. Enrique's blade looked like some force crushed it and Oliver's looked smashed. His attack ring was broken. It was a tie.
People started to say things about the battle. Some sided for Oliver saying that he couldn't be defeated by an outsider and some actually heard of Enrique in France and said he won, but were confused. the referee just gazed there before he realized that it was his turn to finally speak.
"Uhh.... I guess the match is a draw. Nobody wins."
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Enrique's P.O.V
I picked up Amphilyon. She was harder than I expected. That'll make it hard to show off my beyblade skills. I walked over to the green-headed girl that was staring at her beyblade she picked up.
I noticed her goggles and beret at my foot. I picked it up and handed to her in an offering kind of way.
"Sorry about what I did to this. I'll buy you a new one."
"Thanks for the offer but no thanks." She took back her stuff.
"No, but I really insist. I'm a moron so it's the least I could do for the damage I've done to you."
She sighed. "Fine."
"Anyways, that was a really good battle you put up there. No one has been able to tie with me."
"Course," she said, "I'm one of the four best beybladers in Europe. You're one of them too, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"If you tied with me and I'm one of the best beybladers in Europe then you have to be the other one that is the best too."
Funny how her logic works. Strangely enough, it makes sense.
"Let's call it a day for now." she said, "I have to repair my beyblade."
Hmmm...Guess I'll have to excuse her for that. Besides, it's not like my beyblade's in the best of shapes.
"Sure. How about we go on another date tomorrow here?"
Her eyes rolled to one side. "Uhh...sorry but I'm busy tomorrow. Have to open a restaurant."
Really? She doesn't seem too sure about that.
"No, no. I'm really serious. I have to open La Maison de Oliver [3]."
"Oh, is that how it is...." I looked down on the floor.
I think I heard someone groaning but I'm not sure. What I do know is that I heard, "Well, if it makes you feel better, the day after, we could go for a ride on my blimp."
"Sure!" A wide grin was on my face.
"Just go to 'Air Oliver stadium'. Ask the people around here. They know where it is."
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Oliver's P.O.V (starts off after the battle)
I went over to the dish and picked up Unicolyon. Her attack ring was broken. I'm going to have to replace it before HE comes again. He made a pretty good opponent. He's probably one of the four best beybladers in Europe like me.
"Sorry about what I did to this." he said, handing me my beret and goggles, "I'll buy you a new one."
"Thanks for the offer but no thanks." I took them back even though I was going to end up throwing them out later. I have more at home.
"No, but I really insist. I'm a moron so it's the least I could do for the damage I've done to you."
I sighed. I should let him do that for me. It's just mean to be rude to a moron.
"Fine." I said.
"Anyways, that was a really good battle you put up there. No one has been able to tie with me."
"Course," I replied, "I'm one of the four best beybladers in Europe. You're one of them too, aren't you?"
"How could you tell?"
"If you tied with me and I'm on of the best beybladers in Europe than you have to be the other one that is the best too."
He paused for a while.
"Let's call it a day for now," I said. " I have to repair my beyblade."
That was partly a lie. I did need to repair Unicolyon but also because I didn't want to spent any more time with this guy. He may be funny but he's always looking at me in a strange way.
"Sure. How about we go on another date tomorrow here?"
Not tomorrow. Didn't I have something important tomorrow? Oh yeah, I remember now. "Uhh...sorry but I'm busy tomorrow. Have to open a restaurant."
I know what's he thinking. From the look of his face (one eyebrow up and the other one down. You know, that one), he doesn't believe me.
"No, no. I'm really serious. I have to open The House of Oliver."
"Oh, is that how it is...." he looked down at the floor sadly.
Damn my conscience.
"Well, if it makes you feel better, the day after, we could go for a ride on my blimp."
"Sure!" he said with a big grin on his face.
"Just go to 'Air Oliver stadium'. Ask the people around here. They know where it is."
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[1] I don't remember what colour Unicolyon is. I'm assuming that it's pink because of the beyblade. I don't know.
[2] Rotation Per Minute
[3] The House of Oliver (yes, I know, crappy name. I got desperate.)
Riyao: There! Another chapter done! Anyways, if I make any mistakes, like grammar or spelling mistake, again, please NICELY tell me and I'll fix it. It'll be greatly appreciated because I don't want people to read my mistakes in here. On your way out, please leave a review in the "Reviews for the Needy" box. It would mean so much to me...uh...us if you did that.
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