Wild Card
-Pyroteknix-
Chapter Summary: Since Tyson's confidence dropped faster than a brick on a sunny day, Kai has decided to hold a small battle between the depressed Tyson and the stressed out Ray to decide which of the two fools is more suited for battle. Max is enjoying his cheap expired pancakes.
Oh yeah, and Voltaire's hatching another plan.
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"Hey, V-man, I heard that the Tyson kid who beat your kiddy project Tala last time 'round got seriously ass-kicked by some Chinese dude on the sidewalk." A tall and athletic boy of around 17 years of age commented casually to the mentally challenged mastermind behind the near-disaster known as the World Tournament. Voltaire presently spat out his scrambled eggs and stared at the informer. "What?!? We gauged his power levels to be off the charts! What kind of demonic trick did his opponent use to beat him?" Voltaire ranted then noticed the sunglasses on resting on the boy's nose. "I told you to stop wearing that useless piece of eyewear." He added frostily and narrowed his eyes. The teenage kid bit his lip in frustration and removed his shades, tucking them into his bright red and black T- shirt's pocket. "Whatever you say, V-man." He replied calmly, running a hand through spiky red hair.
"And stop calling me V-man, you hairdo-challenged punk."
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"I'm a useless moron, short and stout... " The unusually gloomy Tyson hummed to himself dejectedly while poking the unusually small pile of food set before him by the unusually happy Max, who seemed to have gotten on a high thanks to the addictive properties of his unusual cheap expired pancake mix. Kai and Ray both looked up from their eating and looked at Tyson suspiciously. "I think he's finally snapped." Ray remarked as Tyson began to sway back and forth like an octopus, waving his arms over his head. Kai grumbled something about the two of them and was about to stab his slightly green and purple pancake with his fork when Tyson stood up abruptly.
"I'm not very hungry today... I'll skip breakfast, guys..."
Kai's fork stopped and the ace beyblader watched his comrade walk out of the room. "He's snapped." Ray added with finality in his voice and returned to eating his purplish pancake. "Wahahaha... Well, I guess I'll be eating more pancakes, right guys?" Max said, suddenly dashing from the kitchen to Tyson's empty seat. Kai shook his head, stealthily added his pancake to Max's pile, and walked to the training room for a bit of strategizing.
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Voltaire strolled through the inside of his expansive mansion, listening to the reports of his tuxedo-wearing aides without much interest. ::So Tyson lost... It's not impossible, seeing as Lee defeated him before but still...:: He thought as he waved off his assistants. The same spiky- haired kid remained with him and Voltaire immediately turned on the teenage kid. "Wazzup, V-man?" Voltaire's lip twitched in response to the boy's remark and asked, "Radiel, what information do you have on the Chinese boy who defeated Tyson and Dragoon?" The redhead kid dug into the pockets of his jet-black cargo pants and pulled out a digital notepad. Radiel quietly accessed a data file and shoved the cellphone into his boss' hands. "We've got everything on his power levels, looks and bitbeast. All we don't know is the dude's name and his team, V-man." The teenage kid replied in his relaxed way. Voltaire's eyes scanned the information and he quickly tossed the phone back at his young but able follower. "Get Craig to search for any matches on the Internet and summon the rest of your team." Radiel shrugged, tucked his hands into his pants' pockets and walked away from Voltaire. "No sweat."
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:This is getting irritating:: Kai thought as he absentmindedly rolled his fingers over his Dranzer beyblade. A frown was placed on his lips as he thought over the possibilities of having an emotionally unstable nutcase battling against the White Tigers. ::I have two choices... Ray would most likely get distracted during the battle and Tyson, on the other hand, would probably be mumbling about how much a loser he is:: Kai thought and opened his eyes, staring at the dish in the middle of the training room. ::Which of the idiots is more suited for battle?!?::
//Hold a match to decide//
Kai presently fell out of his steel chair and rubbed his head reflexively. He then knocked his beyblade against the wall. ::I told you to warn me before you start talking, chicken head!:: Kai mentally cursed. A sheepish flash of emotions entered Kai's mind before Dranzer continued. //Sorry. My idea is a good one though// Dranzer commented and Kai shrugged in response, loosening up in the chair. ::It is, actually. I'll call them now::
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Driger knocked Dragoon to the side as the two beyblades sparred in the middle of the training dish. Tyson's shoulders slumped and he shook his head. "One more time, Dragoon. Try the Phantom Hurricane!" He yelled rather lifelessly. Like his command, the twister proceeded to materialize in a fairly sluggish way and Driger slammed into Dragoon before it reached massive proportions. "That's it, Driger! Attack!" Ray shouted, a desperate glow in his golden eyes.
"Boy, Ray sure wants to win this. He's not playing properly anymore." Max commented from the sidelines, noticing the anxiety in his face. Kai's lips twitched and he nodded. "Tyson was the one supposed to be playing against Mariah." He promptly bit down on his lower lip after actually saying that name- "If Ray wins this, he'll take Tyson's slot." Max looked at him with a fair amount of interest. "Why didn't you just place Ray on the battle roster in the first place?" Kai whacked Max on the back of his head. "Idiot. He'd be doing what he's doing now. He's pushing Driger so hard I won't be surprised if it leaves him during that battle."
"Oh."
Dragoon finally got a lucky shot in and Driger wobbled feebly as the white beyblade came shooting back for another attack. "Come on, Dragoon... " Tyson begged in a manner very uncharacteristic of him. Ray bit his lip and shouted at his beyblade. "Evade his attack! Follow up with a Tiger Claw!" Dragoon took a heavy hit from the white tiger's special technique and immediately began to slow down. Driger swooped around and set a course for the weakened Dragoon, ready to finish it off... ::If I don't play better than this, I'm going to lose again!:: Tyson suddenly realized and he quickly stared at the approaching doom of his beyblade. ::WE can do this! I know we can!:: "No way am I gonna lose! Dragoon; give it all you've got! Phantom Hurricane!" Tyson yelled confidently and Dragoon appeared in front of the charging Driger, ready to fend of the tiger.
"Pull Driger out before he gets steamrolled!" Max shouted from his comfortable seat and Kai hastily whacked him again. "No coaching."
:: There is no way in hell I'm going to stop Driger's attack now! I'm so close to winning!:: Ray thought as Driger was but a second from slamming into the revitalized Dragoon. ::You sound like a Demolition Boy:: A nagging thought finally burst through and his beyblade suddenly swerved out of Dragoon's way. ::What was I thinking? I could have lost Driger in that stupid attack!:: Ray thought, finally understanding what he was doing. //Yes, o wise and great master. You shut me out from you until now!// ::I did?:: //You were willing to sacrifice me to battle against your friend, Mariah. I was considering leaving you// The realization at long last sinking into his self-obsessed mind.
"Quick, Dragoon! Ray's distracted! Let's blow his blade to kingdom come and back!" Tyson commanded and his beyblade suddenly switched to an offensive stance, rocketing towards the stationary Driger. Ray blinked and quickly shook off the last remnants of his desperation. "Hey, Tyson, you can't think that I'll let you win that easy, huh? Driger, Tiger Claw attack!"
Kai's jaw was threatening to drop open but he kept it under control by biting his lip repeatedly. ::Oh great, more lineup problems. Now both of them are in perfect condition:: He thought and stared at the ceiling. ::Maybe I should trade Max's slot for Ray's and... ::
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"Mildly interesting, I suppose."
"I find it very interesting, Alex. We just discovered a weakness among them."
"Well, they are pretty emotional."
"They're kids, moron."
"Oh, so their weakness is not their overemotional tendencies."
WHACK
"Imbecile. Let me explain. They are KIDS. Kids are EMOTIONAL. I was just emphasizing your earlier statement."
"You didn't have to hit me, Pietro."
"So what? It was fun."
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Done! Next chapter: The Bladebreakers versus the White Tigers! Two Russian teams bumping into each other in the hallway! And what? Those irritating observers are the number one team?
Review!
-Pyroteknix-
Chapter Summary: Since Tyson's confidence dropped faster than a brick on a sunny day, Kai has decided to hold a small battle between the depressed Tyson and the stressed out Ray to decide which of the two fools is more suited for battle. Max is enjoying his cheap expired pancakes.
Oh yeah, and Voltaire's hatching another plan.
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"Hey, V-man, I heard that the Tyson kid who beat your kiddy project Tala last time 'round got seriously ass-kicked by some Chinese dude on the sidewalk." A tall and athletic boy of around 17 years of age commented casually to the mentally challenged mastermind behind the near-disaster known as the World Tournament. Voltaire presently spat out his scrambled eggs and stared at the informer. "What?!? We gauged his power levels to be off the charts! What kind of demonic trick did his opponent use to beat him?" Voltaire ranted then noticed the sunglasses on resting on the boy's nose. "I told you to stop wearing that useless piece of eyewear." He added frostily and narrowed his eyes. The teenage kid bit his lip in frustration and removed his shades, tucking them into his bright red and black T- shirt's pocket. "Whatever you say, V-man." He replied calmly, running a hand through spiky red hair.
"And stop calling me V-man, you hairdo-challenged punk."
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"I'm a useless moron, short and stout... " The unusually gloomy Tyson hummed to himself dejectedly while poking the unusually small pile of food set before him by the unusually happy Max, who seemed to have gotten on a high thanks to the addictive properties of his unusual cheap expired pancake mix. Kai and Ray both looked up from their eating and looked at Tyson suspiciously. "I think he's finally snapped." Ray remarked as Tyson began to sway back and forth like an octopus, waving his arms over his head. Kai grumbled something about the two of them and was about to stab his slightly green and purple pancake with his fork when Tyson stood up abruptly.
"I'm not very hungry today... I'll skip breakfast, guys..."
Kai's fork stopped and the ace beyblader watched his comrade walk out of the room. "He's snapped." Ray added with finality in his voice and returned to eating his purplish pancake. "Wahahaha... Well, I guess I'll be eating more pancakes, right guys?" Max said, suddenly dashing from the kitchen to Tyson's empty seat. Kai shook his head, stealthily added his pancake to Max's pile, and walked to the training room for a bit of strategizing.
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Voltaire strolled through the inside of his expansive mansion, listening to the reports of his tuxedo-wearing aides without much interest. ::So Tyson lost... It's not impossible, seeing as Lee defeated him before but still...:: He thought as he waved off his assistants. The same spiky- haired kid remained with him and Voltaire immediately turned on the teenage kid. "Wazzup, V-man?" Voltaire's lip twitched in response to the boy's remark and asked, "Radiel, what information do you have on the Chinese boy who defeated Tyson and Dragoon?" The redhead kid dug into the pockets of his jet-black cargo pants and pulled out a digital notepad. Radiel quietly accessed a data file and shoved the cellphone into his boss' hands. "We've got everything on his power levels, looks and bitbeast. All we don't know is the dude's name and his team, V-man." The teenage kid replied in his relaxed way. Voltaire's eyes scanned the information and he quickly tossed the phone back at his young but able follower. "Get Craig to search for any matches on the Internet and summon the rest of your team." Radiel shrugged, tucked his hands into his pants' pockets and walked away from Voltaire. "No sweat."
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:This is getting irritating:: Kai thought as he absentmindedly rolled his fingers over his Dranzer beyblade. A frown was placed on his lips as he thought over the possibilities of having an emotionally unstable nutcase battling against the White Tigers. ::I have two choices... Ray would most likely get distracted during the battle and Tyson, on the other hand, would probably be mumbling about how much a loser he is:: Kai thought and opened his eyes, staring at the dish in the middle of the training room. ::Which of the idiots is more suited for battle?!?::
//Hold a match to decide//
Kai presently fell out of his steel chair and rubbed his head reflexively. He then knocked his beyblade against the wall. ::I told you to warn me before you start talking, chicken head!:: Kai mentally cursed. A sheepish flash of emotions entered Kai's mind before Dranzer continued. //Sorry. My idea is a good one though// Dranzer commented and Kai shrugged in response, loosening up in the chair. ::It is, actually. I'll call them now::
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Driger knocked Dragoon to the side as the two beyblades sparred in the middle of the training dish. Tyson's shoulders slumped and he shook his head. "One more time, Dragoon. Try the Phantom Hurricane!" He yelled rather lifelessly. Like his command, the twister proceeded to materialize in a fairly sluggish way and Driger slammed into Dragoon before it reached massive proportions. "That's it, Driger! Attack!" Ray shouted, a desperate glow in his golden eyes.
"Boy, Ray sure wants to win this. He's not playing properly anymore." Max commented from the sidelines, noticing the anxiety in his face. Kai's lips twitched and he nodded. "Tyson was the one supposed to be playing against Mariah." He promptly bit down on his lower lip after actually saying that name- "If Ray wins this, he'll take Tyson's slot." Max looked at him with a fair amount of interest. "Why didn't you just place Ray on the battle roster in the first place?" Kai whacked Max on the back of his head. "Idiot. He'd be doing what he's doing now. He's pushing Driger so hard I won't be surprised if it leaves him during that battle."
"Oh."
Dragoon finally got a lucky shot in and Driger wobbled feebly as the white beyblade came shooting back for another attack. "Come on, Dragoon... " Tyson begged in a manner very uncharacteristic of him. Ray bit his lip and shouted at his beyblade. "Evade his attack! Follow up with a Tiger Claw!" Dragoon took a heavy hit from the white tiger's special technique and immediately began to slow down. Driger swooped around and set a course for the weakened Dragoon, ready to finish it off... ::If I don't play better than this, I'm going to lose again!:: Tyson suddenly realized and he quickly stared at the approaching doom of his beyblade. ::WE can do this! I know we can!:: "No way am I gonna lose! Dragoon; give it all you've got! Phantom Hurricane!" Tyson yelled confidently and Dragoon appeared in front of the charging Driger, ready to fend of the tiger.
"Pull Driger out before he gets steamrolled!" Max shouted from his comfortable seat and Kai hastily whacked him again. "No coaching."
:: There is no way in hell I'm going to stop Driger's attack now! I'm so close to winning!:: Ray thought as Driger was but a second from slamming into the revitalized Dragoon. ::You sound like a Demolition Boy:: A nagging thought finally burst through and his beyblade suddenly swerved out of Dragoon's way. ::What was I thinking? I could have lost Driger in that stupid attack!:: Ray thought, finally understanding what he was doing. //Yes, o wise and great master. You shut me out from you until now!// ::I did?:: //You were willing to sacrifice me to battle against your friend, Mariah. I was considering leaving you// The realization at long last sinking into his self-obsessed mind.
"Quick, Dragoon! Ray's distracted! Let's blow his blade to kingdom come and back!" Tyson commanded and his beyblade suddenly switched to an offensive stance, rocketing towards the stationary Driger. Ray blinked and quickly shook off the last remnants of his desperation. "Hey, Tyson, you can't think that I'll let you win that easy, huh? Driger, Tiger Claw attack!"
Kai's jaw was threatening to drop open but he kept it under control by biting his lip repeatedly. ::Oh great, more lineup problems. Now both of them are in perfect condition:: He thought and stared at the ceiling. ::Maybe I should trade Max's slot for Ray's and... ::
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"Mildly interesting, I suppose."
"I find it very interesting, Alex. We just discovered a weakness among them."
"Well, they are pretty emotional."
"They're kids, moron."
"Oh, so their weakness is not their overemotional tendencies."
WHACK
"Imbecile. Let me explain. They are KIDS. Kids are EMOTIONAL. I was just emphasizing your earlier statement."
"You didn't have to hit me, Pietro."
"So what? It was fun."
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Done! Next chapter: The Bladebreakers versus the White Tigers! Two Russian teams bumping into each other in the hallway! And what? Those irritating observers are the number one team?
Review!