Beyblades: The Best of the Best
By: Pyroteknix
Disclaimer: I do not own Beybladestm
Note by author: If you're interested, I have another fanfic entitled "Counterforce" in the Zoids category.
Prologue:
4 teenagers pounded on the glass barriers of their separate prisons, transparent cylinders with reinforced walls. The young men screamed helplessly, their voices muted by the silenced glass. Surrounding the containers were multiple computers and various machines, all connected to small boxes located on top of the boys' cells. Technicians watched their subjects with skeptical eyes, questioning the fact that this was all for a sport. Adding to their doubt was the theory; the basis for this particular experiment was highly hypothetical and relatively obscure to the science world. Overseeing the entire operation was a silver-haired man, his dull colored hair sweeping on his shoulders. His tense gaze was directed at the helpless kids trapped within the cylinders, but no pity or compassion showed in his firey colored pupils. This was his idea, the perfect team, the ultimate fighters who would dominate their competition. He smiled a bit, imagining the world's expression at these boys who would sweep them off their feet with their skills. A technician disrupted his thoughts and walked up to him, nervously tapping his shoulder. "Sir Arcford, we can begin the procedures now." The trembling employee said to the imposing figure of his employer. Arcford merely nodded his head and with a wave of his hand, signalled the technician to get out of his sight. The building literally came to life as gadgets and gizmos hummed and revved into operation. Arcford's silver hair swayed as he turned his sharply shaped face to stare at the cylinders and their entrapped residents. Lightning leaped from the glass and hit the convulsing teenage boys, shocking every nerve and cell in their bodies like a million knives slicing into them. The shook on the cramped floors of their miniature prisons, shivering uncontrollably as the pulsing bolts slammed into them. Then a gas started to fill the room and the teenagers gagged, clutching their throats before they fell asleep. "Sedative has taken effect, Sir Arcford." Arcford chuckled softly as technicians opened the containers and removed the sleeping boys. The technicians injected a syringe into the scalp of each of the teenage boys, receiving involuntary shudders from their patients. "We have completed the experiment and their vital signs are all right." The silver-haired man known as Arcford grinned maliciously and replied. "Excellent. Training starts tomorrow." He said as he walked away.
5 years later, the last tournament had wrapped up for the Bladebreakers but things weren't easing up for the champion class team. The black-haired Ray, a Chinese by descent, was helping the blonde American Max sift through their daily 2 pounds of challenges. Their leader, Kai, sat on the hotel room's biege couch as he watched his teammates search for any challenge worth accepting on the wooden floor. A great yawn came from within the bedroom, signifying Tyson's waking up. The sleepy-eyed beyblader walked into the spacious room and promptly slipped on a letter. The letter floated off and Kai caught it with one deft motion of his hand as Tyson fell face first into a pile of challenges Max was fixing up. Kai opened the letter, its front decorated with expensive gold engravements while Max and Ray scolded the ignorant bufoon named Tyson. Kai scanned the letter quickly, going over the names of the participating teams, which included famous and powerful groups such as the White Tigers and the All Stars. A few of the teams the Bladebreakers fought with before were not in the list and Kai imagined them chickening out at the sight of the tough opposition. There were a few other teams that he had never heard of before but were apparently good enough to be included in this exclusive looking competition. Kai waved the invitation and signalled the others to check out the letter. The other group members, including Kenny, who just arrived from the early bird special of the beyblade hardware store, circled around their leader to get a closer look at the challenge. Ray whistled in awe at the lineup and Max's jaw dropped when he saw the enclosed picture of the tournament location, a man-made island surrounded by crystal blue waters. Kenny started jabbering about the beyblades they might see and Tyson was talking in a rapid voice about all the exotic foods they would taste. Kai smiled thinly and asked his winning teammates if they were ready for this new challenge. "Are we in?" Kai asked to his excited teammates. Of course, their answer was a loud and collective, yes. Kai shrugged despite the sheer excitement. "Pack your things, we are going to the airport at 7:30 in the morning." Tyson groaned as he heard the early time. The next day. Ray pushed aside the teeming mass of people in the airport as the hordes in the lobby stared at Kai who was carrying a snoring Tyson with the aid of Max. Kenny pushed the cart containing their luggage as they shoved their way through the crowded airport. Ray gave a great sigh of relief as they reached an entourage of people dressed formally with signs bearing their names. The men loaded the Bladebreaker's baggage into the back of a motorized cart, the baggage including Tyson, and politely asked the group of beybladers to sit down on the cart and after the boys complied, they rode through the living sea. Finally, the cart stopped in front of a luxurious jet parked on the tarmac. The Bladebreakers, now with an awakened Tyson, entered the fully furnished airplane with gasps of awe. There was everything inside; it was so complete that it resembled an expensive hotel room. The stunned boys plopped down on the beanbags, except for Tyson and Kai. Kai sat crosslegged and pulled out his beyblade and started tweaking it while Tyson checked out the refrigerator. Tyson rolled backwards as the plane started to move, a soda spilling on his face. The rest of the team laughed aside from Kai, who responded with a shake of his head.
End of chapter
Next chapter: the Bladebreakers meet old friends and new enemies
By: Pyroteknix
Disclaimer: I do not own Beybladestm
Note by author: If you're interested, I have another fanfic entitled "Counterforce" in the Zoids category.
Prologue:
4 teenagers pounded on the glass barriers of their separate prisons, transparent cylinders with reinforced walls. The young men screamed helplessly, their voices muted by the silenced glass. Surrounding the containers were multiple computers and various machines, all connected to small boxes located on top of the boys' cells. Technicians watched their subjects with skeptical eyes, questioning the fact that this was all for a sport. Adding to their doubt was the theory; the basis for this particular experiment was highly hypothetical and relatively obscure to the science world. Overseeing the entire operation was a silver-haired man, his dull colored hair sweeping on his shoulders. His tense gaze was directed at the helpless kids trapped within the cylinders, but no pity or compassion showed in his firey colored pupils. This was his idea, the perfect team, the ultimate fighters who would dominate their competition. He smiled a bit, imagining the world's expression at these boys who would sweep them off their feet with their skills. A technician disrupted his thoughts and walked up to him, nervously tapping his shoulder. "Sir Arcford, we can begin the procedures now." The trembling employee said to the imposing figure of his employer. Arcford merely nodded his head and with a wave of his hand, signalled the technician to get out of his sight. The building literally came to life as gadgets and gizmos hummed and revved into operation. Arcford's silver hair swayed as he turned his sharply shaped face to stare at the cylinders and their entrapped residents. Lightning leaped from the glass and hit the convulsing teenage boys, shocking every nerve and cell in their bodies like a million knives slicing into them. The shook on the cramped floors of their miniature prisons, shivering uncontrollably as the pulsing bolts slammed into them. Then a gas started to fill the room and the teenagers gagged, clutching their throats before they fell asleep. "Sedative has taken effect, Sir Arcford." Arcford chuckled softly as technicians opened the containers and removed the sleeping boys. The technicians injected a syringe into the scalp of each of the teenage boys, receiving involuntary shudders from their patients. "We have completed the experiment and their vital signs are all right." The silver-haired man known as Arcford grinned maliciously and replied. "Excellent. Training starts tomorrow." He said as he walked away.
5 years later, the last tournament had wrapped up for the Bladebreakers but things weren't easing up for the champion class team. The black-haired Ray, a Chinese by descent, was helping the blonde American Max sift through their daily 2 pounds of challenges. Their leader, Kai, sat on the hotel room's biege couch as he watched his teammates search for any challenge worth accepting on the wooden floor. A great yawn came from within the bedroom, signifying Tyson's waking up. The sleepy-eyed beyblader walked into the spacious room and promptly slipped on a letter. The letter floated off and Kai caught it with one deft motion of his hand as Tyson fell face first into a pile of challenges Max was fixing up. Kai opened the letter, its front decorated with expensive gold engravements while Max and Ray scolded the ignorant bufoon named Tyson. Kai scanned the letter quickly, going over the names of the participating teams, which included famous and powerful groups such as the White Tigers and the All Stars. A few of the teams the Bladebreakers fought with before were not in the list and Kai imagined them chickening out at the sight of the tough opposition. There were a few other teams that he had never heard of before but were apparently good enough to be included in this exclusive looking competition. Kai waved the invitation and signalled the others to check out the letter. The other group members, including Kenny, who just arrived from the early bird special of the beyblade hardware store, circled around their leader to get a closer look at the challenge. Ray whistled in awe at the lineup and Max's jaw dropped when he saw the enclosed picture of the tournament location, a man-made island surrounded by crystal blue waters. Kenny started jabbering about the beyblades they might see and Tyson was talking in a rapid voice about all the exotic foods they would taste. Kai smiled thinly and asked his winning teammates if they were ready for this new challenge. "Are we in?" Kai asked to his excited teammates. Of course, their answer was a loud and collective, yes. Kai shrugged despite the sheer excitement. "Pack your things, we are going to the airport at 7:30 in the morning." Tyson groaned as he heard the early time. The next day. Ray pushed aside the teeming mass of people in the airport as the hordes in the lobby stared at Kai who was carrying a snoring Tyson with the aid of Max. Kenny pushed the cart containing their luggage as they shoved their way through the crowded airport. Ray gave a great sigh of relief as they reached an entourage of people dressed formally with signs bearing their names. The men loaded the Bladebreaker's baggage into the back of a motorized cart, the baggage including Tyson, and politely asked the group of beybladers to sit down on the cart and after the boys complied, they rode through the living sea. Finally, the cart stopped in front of a luxurious jet parked on the tarmac. The Bladebreakers, now with an awakened Tyson, entered the fully furnished airplane with gasps of awe. There was everything inside; it was so complete that it resembled an expensive hotel room. The stunned boys plopped down on the beanbags, except for Tyson and Kai. Kai sat crosslegged and pulled out his beyblade and started tweaking it while Tyson checked out the refrigerator. Tyson rolled backwards as the plane started to move, a soda spilling on his face. The rest of the team laughed aside from Kai, who responded with a shake of his head.
End of chapter
Next chapter: the Bladebreakers meet old friends and new enemies