Survival
By: Eternaldreamer
Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade, they wouldn't end the season right there. How dare they! Anyway, I don't own most of the characters, but I do own Jake Fitumi, Osa, and Mike Monsport.
Etd.: * Chokes * need...reviews!!!!!!!
Mike: So do the rest of us, so shut up!
Tyson: Who are you again?
"Kai's not here!"
"He speaks."
"Kai's not here?! Where could he be?!" As Max and the others looked around, Mike and Ray just sat where they were, and nobody could really blame them. They were just tuckered out.
The finally gave up after about two minutes. That's when the boys looking realized they had one room, and if they opened the door, they would be crushed to the size of hamsters. So, to take their mind of Kai, they introduced themselves to the new kid. "I'm Max, and he's-"
" I know who all of you are. Ray told me about you. My name is Mike, but I'm sure you've heard of me."
"..."
"Hello? World class beyblader? I got to the Russian Semis?"
"Sorry."
Mike's face went into a fault, and he fell on it anime style. "You're kidding! If we had gotten to the finals, you'd know who I am."
"Right. Are you done yet?"
"Um, yeah."
"Good. Do we have any food in here? Anyone bring a brownie?" Tyson. Of course.
"So, you must be Tyson, with your sidekick Super-stomach. The 'hero' of the team."
"Yeah, I guess I'm a he...did you just say I have a super stomach?"
Then Mike pointed to Kenny. "So, you must be the computer boy. With the bit beast who knows it all. Gotta love the nerd."
"Nerd?"
"Know-it-all bit beast? Are you implying I'm arrogant?"
"And of course, our happy-go-lucky got to be a pal buddy, Max. Gotta do something about that attitude. You know, with all the preppiness."
"Preppie? Excuse me?"
"All a bunch of nit-wits who somehow come up with enough power to become world champions. That seems...incorrect. I don't see how any of you could have beaten my team in the world finals standings."
"Excuse us?"
Kenny tried to speak, but couldn't compete with the shouts of offense from the Blade Breakers. "Guys, um, we're going to surface in approximately-"
"I've never heard so much sarcasm!"
"Ray, your little friend is quite offensive."
Mike chuckled. "Please, like putting up with you is like living a Fairy Tale."
"You think you're so tough?! Fight me!" Tyson. Yet again, of course.
Mike laughed a bit harder this time. "I've been waiting to hear that. Sure, why not?" He took a blade from the back pocket of his jeans, and took of his leather jacket, revealing a small belly. He drew a hand through his spiked dirty blond hair, and looked into Tyson's blue eyes with his own brown. He had to look up a little, since he was 2 inches shorter than Tyson.
Mikes blades blade was a solid orange color, except for the weight disk, which is gold. The attack ring was simple, with little spikes covering the sides. The spikes were red, making them look like little flames. They were curving toward the right, signifying that right was its spin direction. The base had an oiled metal tip, and was spring loaded. It looked like it was built to attack and outlast, not defend. As Mike prepared to launch, Tyson sneered. "How did you get so for into the tournament with such a primitive blade?"
"I don't know. Answer me this: How'd you get in at all?"
As Tyson set it up to his Dragoon launcher, Mike set it up into a whip like launcher. Kenny displayed the stats on Dizzi's display:
Tyson:
Bit Beast: Dragoon
Special(s): Phantom Hurricane, Sand Storm
Stats:
Attack: 3
Defense:1
Endurance:3
Michael:
Bit Beast: Yyivmax
Special(s): Wild Fire, Vulcan Max
Stats:
Attack: 4
Defense: 2
Endurance: 4
Max performed the countdown. "3...2...1...Let it rrrrrrriiiiip!"
Tyson launched into the beystadium beautifully, which came with their side of the room. However, Mike's ripcord was 6 feet long. And when he whipped it, he whipped it hard. It practically put a dent into the stadium, and after that, it immidiately burst into flame. Tyson, of course, overdid it right from the start, and called upon the Phantom Hurricane. As the winds picked up, Yyivmax's flame grew bigger and bigger. When Yyivmax started to get sucked in by the tornado, Michael called out. " Yyivmax! Wildfire attack!"
And that's when all hell broke loose, yet again.
The fire of Mike's blade suddenly burst into three giant comets of fire. The storm caught them, and, and it turned into a column of fire. The direct energy hurt Tyson's blade pretty badly, but not before doing a little damage to Yyivmax.
"Vulcan Max attack!"
Mike's blade burst into flame again, and this time, the blade pummeled Dragoon for a good minute. And then, practically bursting with energy, it knocked Dragoon over with one more swoop.
Mike celebrated. The Blade Breakers stared.
~Osa's Base~
Kai had been there for a long hour now. He had been in the cage that Ray and Mike had occupied. Now it was his. He could hear 5 sets of steps coming down the hallway. And he cringed in realization. They wanted him back.
Osa appeared, with Jake, Aaron, and two girls. Blue triangles, all of them. Except Osa.
"Kai. I assume you know why we're here."
"You know I won't go back, and the only way I'll go under your control is by will. So don't waste your time."
One of the girls spoke. She had fair skin, blond hair, and wide blue eyes. "Aw, what's the matter? Don't you want to be with your girlfriend again?"
Kai cringed. "Savannah, honey..."
"Hey, don't forget me." The other girl spoke. She had albino skin. She had red hair and brown eyes with gold flecks.
"Rhea."
All 5 of them were wearing robes of assorted colors. Osa wore silver, Jake wore purple, Aaron wore green, Savannah wore orange, Rhea wore yellow, and Osa held a blue robe.
Kai's.
"I won't do it."
Osa spoke. "You will if you value your friends lives." She held a portable television, with all of Kai's teammates on screen. "If you come with us, your friends will float to the top perfectly fine. If you don't, well, they won't be breathing. Especially if I cut off air supply."
Kai instantly gave in. "Fine. Give me the robe."
Osa handed Kai his robe. As Kai slipped the silky robe over his head, he yet again felt a cold force clutch his heart. He felt his thoughts shift to alliance with Osa. He felt a little empty. And the triangles on his face seemed to glow.
"Welcome back to the group, Kai."
"Plain as the triangles on my face."
Etd.: Well, I'm impressed with myself sometimes.
Kai: I'm not. You sold my mind!
Etd.: And for a hefty profit.
Kenny: What's going to happen? We're going to survive, right?
Etd.: Maybe.
Cast: WHAT?!
Etd.: Yyivmax is mine, too. So, watch out for the next chapter, Mind's Eye
By: Eternaldreamer
Disclaimer: If I owned Beyblade, they wouldn't end the season right there. How dare they! Anyway, I don't own most of the characters, but I do own Jake Fitumi, Osa, and Mike Monsport.
Etd.: * Chokes * need...reviews!!!!!!!
Mike: So do the rest of us, so shut up!
Tyson: Who are you again?
"Kai's not here!"
"He speaks."
"Kai's not here?! Where could he be?!" As Max and the others looked around, Mike and Ray just sat where they were, and nobody could really blame them. They were just tuckered out.
The finally gave up after about two minutes. That's when the boys looking realized they had one room, and if they opened the door, they would be crushed to the size of hamsters. So, to take their mind of Kai, they introduced themselves to the new kid. "I'm Max, and he's-"
" I know who all of you are. Ray told me about you. My name is Mike, but I'm sure you've heard of me."
"..."
"Hello? World class beyblader? I got to the Russian Semis?"
"Sorry."
Mike's face went into a fault, and he fell on it anime style. "You're kidding! If we had gotten to the finals, you'd know who I am."
"Right. Are you done yet?"
"Um, yeah."
"Good. Do we have any food in here? Anyone bring a brownie?" Tyson. Of course.
"So, you must be Tyson, with your sidekick Super-stomach. The 'hero' of the team."
"Yeah, I guess I'm a he...did you just say I have a super stomach?"
Then Mike pointed to Kenny. "So, you must be the computer boy. With the bit beast who knows it all. Gotta love the nerd."
"Nerd?"
"Know-it-all bit beast? Are you implying I'm arrogant?"
"And of course, our happy-go-lucky got to be a pal buddy, Max. Gotta do something about that attitude. You know, with all the preppiness."
"Preppie? Excuse me?"
"All a bunch of nit-wits who somehow come up with enough power to become world champions. That seems...incorrect. I don't see how any of you could have beaten my team in the world finals standings."
"Excuse us?"
Kenny tried to speak, but couldn't compete with the shouts of offense from the Blade Breakers. "Guys, um, we're going to surface in approximately-"
"I've never heard so much sarcasm!"
"Ray, your little friend is quite offensive."
Mike chuckled. "Please, like putting up with you is like living a Fairy Tale."
"You think you're so tough?! Fight me!" Tyson. Yet again, of course.
Mike laughed a bit harder this time. "I've been waiting to hear that. Sure, why not?" He took a blade from the back pocket of his jeans, and took of his leather jacket, revealing a small belly. He drew a hand through his spiked dirty blond hair, and looked into Tyson's blue eyes with his own brown. He had to look up a little, since he was 2 inches shorter than Tyson.
Mikes blades blade was a solid orange color, except for the weight disk, which is gold. The attack ring was simple, with little spikes covering the sides. The spikes were red, making them look like little flames. They were curving toward the right, signifying that right was its spin direction. The base had an oiled metal tip, and was spring loaded. It looked like it was built to attack and outlast, not defend. As Mike prepared to launch, Tyson sneered. "How did you get so for into the tournament with such a primitive blade?"
"I don't know. Answer me this: How'd you get in at all?"
As Tyson set it up to his Dragoon launcher, Mike set it up into a whip like launcher. Kenny displayed the stats on Dizzi's display:
Tyson:
Bit Beast: Dragoon
Special(s): Phantom Hurricane, Sand Storm
Stats:
Attack: 3
Defense:1
Endurance:3
Michael:
Bit Beast: Yyivmax
Special(s): Wild Fire, Vulcan Max
Stats:
Attack: 4
Defense: 2
Endurance: 4
Max performed the countdown. "3...2...1...Let it rrrrrrriiiiip!"
Tyson launched into the beystadium beautifully, which came with their side of the room. However, Mike's ripcord was 6 feet long. And when he whipped it, he whipped it hard. It practically put a dent into the stadium, and after that, it immidiately burst into flame. Tyson, of course, overdid it right from the start, and called upon the Phantom Hurricane. As the winds picked up, Yyivmax's flame grew bigger and bigger. When Yyivmax started to get sucked in by the tornado, Michael called out. " Yyivmax! Wildfire attack!"
And that's when all hell broke loose, yet again.
The fire of Mike's blade suddenly burst into three giant comets of fire. The storm caught them, and, and it turned into a column of fire. The direct energy hurt Tyson's blade pretty badly, but not before doing a little damage to Yyivmax.
"Vulcan Max attack!"
Mike's blade burst into flame again, and this time, the blade pummeled Dragoon for a good minute. And then, practically bursting with energy, it knocked Dragoon over with one more swoop.
Mike celebrated. The Blade Breakers stared.
~Osa's Base~
Kai had been there for a long hour now. He had been in the cage that Ray and Mike had occupied. Now it was his. He could hear 5 sets of steps coming down the hallway. And he cringed in realization. They wanted him back.
Osa appeared, with Jake, Aaron, and two girls. Blue triangles, all of them. Except Osa.
"Kai. I assume you know why we're here."
"You know I won't go back, and the only way I'll go under your control is by will. So don't waste your time."
One of the girls spoke. She had fair skin, blond hair, and wide blue eyes. "Aw, what's the matter? Don't you want to be with your girlfriend again?"
Kai cringed. "Savannah, honey..."
"Hey, don't forget me." The other girl spoke. She had albino skin. She had red hair and brown eyes with gold flecks.
"Rhea."
All 5 of them were wearing robes of assorted colors. Osa wore silver, Jake wore purple, Aaron wore green, Savannah wore orange, Rhea wore yellow, and Osa held a blue robe.
Kai's.
"I won't do it."
Osa spoke. "You will if you value your friends lives." She held a portable television, with all of Kai's teammates on screen. "If you come with us, your friends will float to the top perfectly fine. If you don't, well, they won't be breathing. Especially if I cut off air supply."
Kai instantly gave in. "Fine. Give me the robe."
Osa handed Kai his robe. As Kai slipped the silky robe over his head, he yet again felt a cold force clutch his heart. He felt his thoughts shift to alliance with Osa. He felt a little empty. And the triangles on his face seemed to glow.
"Welcome back to the group, Kai."
"Plain as the triangles on my face."
Etd.: Well, I'm impressed with myself sometimes.
Kai: I'm not. You sold my mind!
Etd.: And for a hefty profit.
Kenny: What's going to happen? We're going to survive, right?
Etd.: Maybe.
Cast: WHAT?!
Etd.: Yyivmax is mine, too. So, watch out for the next chapter, Mind's Eye