Disclaimer: I definitely do not own Beyblade (wish I did, I'd be a
billionaire...). I do, however, own the Beyblading schools and my Ocs, Thank
you very much.
(P.S. this story is dedicated to my best friends!)
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My Ocs are (actually there are a lot of them):
Team name: Silver Knights
History: First met as racecar Racers. Decided to form a team then. Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading. Dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Gatrix and Storm Masters at the World Championships for 3 years running.
Members:
Jovin, 11 --- Team Leader
Blake, 12
Jason, 11
Taki, 12
Team name: Gatrix
History: All basketball players. First met at a basketball convention. Formed a Beyblading team after they met again at the MBAs finals. Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading and dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Silver Knights and Storm Masters in the World Championships for 3 years running.
Members:
Kad, 11 --- Team Leader
Nate, 12
Brook, 11
Raven, 11
Team name: Storm Masters
History: Met at a Beyblading Institute 8 years ago. 3 of them formed a trio and Erica and Marjorie joined just before the World Championships. Very talented in Beyblading. . Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading and dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Silver Knights and Gatrix in the World Championships for 3 years running. 1st in the Beyblading Institute.
Members:
Yuriko, 12 --- Team Leader
Desiree, 11 (pronounced dare-zir-ree)
Tisara, 11
Marjorie, 11
Erica, 11
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Hey, ok, that's the end of the introductions... carry on with the story. Chapter 2 coming right up! *grin*
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"Hey! Hey! Tyson! Rei! Max! Hilary! Hey, anyone!"
The harried cry of Kenny, also known as Chief, caused Hilary to jump about a foot as it rang throughout the whole dojo. It also caused Tyson to turn over in his sleep and mumble some close to " not now grandpa, I haven't finished the pizza yet" then continue to snore.
Glancing at The Tyson, Hilary frown and sighed. Deeply. "The Tyson" because he was probably- no absolutely the only one who could sleep through that... that... whatever Kenny was excited about.
Catching sight of Dragoon clenched tightly in Tyson's right fist, Hilary's lips curled into a cruel smile, the type man-eating sharks have permanently plastered onto their face just before they are about to gulp you down for lunch. Slowly, stealthily, happily, Hilary reached for Tyson's blade, the thing he valued most in the world besides food and sleep. The thing he was most likely to miss. Her hand almost touched it, just a bit more... some more...
She never got the chance.
Kenny burst into the room where the slobbering Tyson lay, fast asleep, startling the living daylights out of Hilary. With a sickening thud, she landed face down on top of Tyson. That got Tyson's attention.
" Wha--!" followed closely by an "oof!" as Hilary collided with the floor and half of Tyson's face.
Springing out of bed in a manner not unlike that of a jack-in-the-box, Tyson stared at Hilary, then realizing belatedly that his head hurt, moved his hand up to massage his already-swollen head. Hilary mirrored his action. Her head hurt too.
Staring at them, Kenny didn't seem to be aware of the trouble he had caused. "Hey! You succeeded in getting Tyson to wake up! Great!"
"Yeah ... great..." Kenny didn't seem to detect the sarcasm either.
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Well that's all for now...*yawn*... I'll write more tomorrow... got to go to sleep... so tired....go to sleep...got to... *yawn* *thonk* (fallen asleep on table... don't worry... I'm a girl... I don't snore...) zzzzzzzzzzz.
(P.S. this story is dedicated to my best friends!)
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My Ocs are (actually there are a lot of them):
Team name: Silver Knights
History: First met as racecar Racers. Decided to form a team then. Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading. Dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Gatrix and Storm Masters at the World Championships for 3 years running.
Members:
Jovin, 11 --- Team Leader
Blake, 12
Jason, 11
Taki, 12
Team name: Gatrix
History: All basketball players. First met at a basketball convention. Formed a Beyblading team after they met again at the MBAs finals. Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading and dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Silver Knights and Storm Masters in the World Championships for 3 years running.
Members:
Kad, 11 --- Team Leader
Nate, 12
Brook, 11
Raven, 11
Team name: Storm Masters
History: Met at a Beyblading Institute 8 years ago. 3 of them formed a trio and Erica and Marjorie joined just before the World Championships. Very talented in Beyblading. . Tied with 2 teams for World Championships for 3 years consecutively. Stopped blading and dropped out of circulation 5 years ago.
Achievements: Tied with Silver Knights and Gatrix in the World Championships for 3 years running. 1st in the Beyblading Institute.
Members:
Yuriko, 12 --- Team Leader
Desiree, 11 (pronounced dare-zir-ree)
Tisara, 11
Marjorie, 11
Erica, 11
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Hey, ok, that's the end of the introductions... carry on with the story. Chapter 2 coming right up! *grin*
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"Hey! Hey! Tyson! Rei! Max! Hilary! Hey, anyone!"
The harried cry of Kenny, also known as Chief, caused Hilary to jump about a foot as it rang throughout the whole dojo. It also caused Tyson to turn over in his sleep and mumble some close to " not now grandpa, I haven't finished the pizza yet" then continue to snore.
Glancing at The Tyson, Hilary frown and sighed. Deeply. "The Tyson" because he was probably- no absolutely the only one who could sleep through that... that... whatever Kenny was excited about.
Catching sight of Dragoon clenched tightly in Tyson's right fist, Hilary's lips curled into a cruel smile, the type man-eating sharks have permanently plastered onto their face just before they are about to gulp you down for lunch. Slowly, stealthily, happily, Hilary reached for Tyson's blade, the thing he valued most in the world besides food and sleep. The thing he was most likely to miss. Her hand almost touched it, just a bit more... some more...
She never got the chance.
Kenny burst into the room where the slobbering Tyson lay, fast asleep, startling the living daylights out of Hilary. With a sickening thud, she landed face down on top of Tyson. That got Tyson's attention.
" Wha--!" followed closely by an "oof!" as Hilary collided with the floor and half of Tyson's face.
Springing out of bed in a manner not unlike that of a jack-in-the-box, Tyson stared at Hilary, then realizing belatedly that his head hurt, moved his hand up to massage his already-swollen head. Hilary mirrored his action. Her head hurt too.
Staring at them, Kenny didn't seem to be aware of the trouble he had caused. "Hey! You succeeded in getting Tyson to wake up! Great!"
"Yeah ... great..." Kenny didn't seem to detect the sarcasm either.
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Well that's all for now...*yawn*... I'll write more tomorrow... got to go to sleep... so tired....go to sleep...got to... *yawn* *thonk* (fallen asleep on table... don't worry... I'm a girl... I don't snore...) zzzzzzzzzzz.