Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or its characters. I do own Elisabeth, and any other OCs present in this fic.

I've finally seen an episode of Beyblade: G-Revolution! I was so happy yesterday. It's just coming to Canada this fall, so I'm extremely excited. I wont bore you with all the gory details of my militant ranting. On with the fifth blader, which I fixed and reposted. Yay!

"Hey Tyson you're up!" Elisabeth waved a hand in front of his spaced out face. "And while you're at it, why don't you pop your jaw back in place and not look like an idiot, hm?"

Tyson obediently closed his mouth and walked out to the dish.

Andy gave him the once-over. She smirked and sneered, "Well don't I get the pick of the day? Let's get this over with, shall we?"

She held her launcher at the ready.

Tyson frowned, "Is that the best trash talking you can do? I hope you don't blade as bad at you talk!"

She glared daggers. "You're going down, kid."

"Yeah? Just try."

Jazz began the countdown. "3...2...1...Let it rip!"

Both Andy and Tyson launched their blades and it was over before it began. Andy's face showed surprise as the blade flew from the dish.

Jazz was speechless.

Andy, keeping her look of surprise, stared at Tyson. She then retorted, "What was that, Tyson?" She smirked.

She mumbled something like, "Easiest battle of my life."

Tyson walked over and retrieved his blade. His face was completely blank. He walked back to the Bladebreakers in silence; with a smirk, Andy calmly returned to the Demolition boys.

Tyson sat down and bit his lip. He hadn't ever lost a match this quickly.

Elisabeth stood and walked over to the dish.

Tala walked up and smirked playfully. "Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" He sneered.

"And wouldn't someone like you love to see what it really is. You're going down, Ivanov!"

He simply glared. The countdown began.

"3...2...1...Let it rip!" Rang through the stadium.

Elisabeth pulled fiercely at the ripcord and performed an awesome launch. She had been working on her launches. (If you say that word enough out loud, doesn't it start to sound really weird?)

Tala pulled his as well. Both blades hit the dish and started circling each other. He attacked over and over, but couldn't get a dead hit.

Wolborg was heavy, so he would have an upper hand if not for Drydzia's titanium coated attack ring. Every attack they made, they ended up balancing out.

Eventually the razor sharp edges of Drydzia made deep gashes into Wolborg's attack ring. One of the ridges was finally sliced off, causing Wolborg to be unbalanced. He collided with Drydzia and sent her flying from the dish. He continued spinning.

Elisabeth caught her blade, still spinning and going very fast, in the palm of her hand. It made two deep cuts, but she took no notice.

Her arms dropped to her side and she walked back to the bench with her head lowered. When she sat down, she held out her hand where Drydzia had dug in deep. Rei left the bench to battle Ian.

She took the beyblade with her free hand and, wincing slightly, pulled on it, forgetting to twist a little. This made the blade cut through more of her skin. She winced and stopped. The blade was still there. Kai walked over from the side, (Where he was leaning) and sat down next to her.

He took her hand with care and with a comforting glance to Elisabeth, held the blade with his right hand.

He twisted it and pulled at the same time, pulling it free from Elisabeth's right hand. Elisabeth sighed with relief and Kai winced. The once pure-white of Drydzia's shell had been tainted with crimson smears. The same crimson substance that was making pools of itself in Elisabeth's hand. She noticed this and winced too.

He took an army knife from his pocket, (Kai has an army knife!?) and cut a considerable length from the bottom of his scarf. He then took it and wrapped it around her bleeding hand. It soaked up the blood and stopped it from leaking out, but she was still bleeding under that bandage. Bleeding quite a bit.

Rei sheepishly walked back to the bench. He had lost. Max sighed. His match against Spencer wouldn't count for the score. He would make it count for the Bladebreakers.

He walked up to the dish and Kai sat down next to Elisabeth. She gave him a small hug from the side.

"What was that for?"

She smiled at him. "For telling the Bladebreakers, and also, just 'cause I wanted too."

His face showed a small smile. They turned their attention back to the match. But there was hardly any match left. Both Draciel and Seaborg were spinning very slowly and came to a stop. Max had tied. He walked back to the Bladebreakers who congratulated him, and then walked from the arena in defeat.

The Demolition boys (Even Andy) walked out sporting smirks. Not that the Bladebreakers could see...

They got to their room and sat down.

Everyone was silent. Everyone was silent because none of them really wanted to admit that they were now out of the tournament.

Finally, Elisabeth spoke up, "Guys..."

They all looked at her.

"What are we gonna do in Sapporo for another week?"

They glanced around the room at each other.

"I think I can answer that."

They looked at the man who spoke. He had gray hair. He had a cloak. He had a Biovolt crest emblazoned on it. He was Voltaire.

"And what exactly is your answer Mr. Smarty-pants?" Tyson piped up. The group sweat-dropped, but continued looking at Voltaire.

"You," He said, pointing at Elisabeth, "Are coming with me."

She looked at him with disgust. "And you're gonna make me? Cause there's no way I'm going of free will."

"Oh, I think I can get you to agree." He smirked, signaling some guards outside of view. They walked into the room with guns pointed at the heads of...

Dun Dun DUN! Wow! I put a major cliffie up huh? Review and I'll post the next, and very last chapter of TFB.

Warning: the next chapter is the very last of TFB, but not of the TFB series. You can look for a sequel before the end of September.