GOB: Hey people! I got one review for the last chapter, *sigh*, oh well, I will keep on going! And I'm not writing about the argument right now.

Kai: Oh joy. Not.

GOB: Shut up. Do you want to be the main character in this fic or should I switch it to Tyson?

Kai: Shutting up.

Tyson: Wahh! Why do you hate me so?

GOB, Kai: Because.

Max: Don't worry Tyson, you do have fans! It's just that GOB's not one of them!

Ray: *mutters* Neither am I...

GOB: BTW, I'm changing it to 12 teams, not 10. Ray, disclaimer, NOW!

Ray: She doesn't own us or anything that's not made up! So lay off! (And all Tyson bashing is done in good fun)

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The next morning, all the bladers (except Tyson) were waiting for Tyson to get ready, as they were heading the opening of the Canadian Tournament in five minutes.

"There's one good thing about staying in a hotel that's in the same place as the tournament," Ray said with amusement, "There's pretty much no way we can be late because of Tyson."

"Don't underestimate him, Ray." Kai said, and Lee answered, "Finally showing some team spirit, are we?"

"Hell no," Kai retorted, "I was talking about his laziness, stupidity, complete lack of responsibility, no brains whatsoev-" Kai was cut off by a loud voice yelling,

"I'M HHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" "About time, now can we please go?" Mariah whined, looking at the others hopefully.

"Yeah, just as soon as we figure where to go, this place is gigantic! It's got a huge indoor pool, an indoor amusement park, an indoor ice rink, submarine rides, dolphin shows, hundreds of shopping places over five food courts, and much more!" Kenny said, and sweatdropped when he saw Tyson's face,

"Mmm, over five???" Tyson asked drooling.

"Well, by what you just said, you really don't know the way to the beystadium, do you?" Kevin sighed. (BTW, there is no beystadium in West Edmonton Mall, but everything else is there!)

"Um, no." Kenny admitted, as everyone facefaulted. Kai just sighed and began to walk away.

"Hey Kai, where are you going, buddy?" Tyson called to the reclusive blader.

Kai retorted without turning around or stopping, "One, I am NOT your 'buddy', and two, I am going to the stadium so hurry up or be left behind." The others looked at one another that ran off after Kai.

"Strange, he knows his way around here so well..." Johnny thought, "Probably just read a map or something."

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About fifteen minutes later, they reached the huge stadium. (Kai being as smart as he is, made sure to avoid all food places to keep Tyson from stopping ^_^)

"Will all bladers please report to the main dish, I repeat, all bladers to the main dish!" A loud voice came over the intercom.

The bladers all went to the main dish and stood with their teammates. While they were waiting, they checked out the competition, there were many teams, and some looked stronger than others. Unfortunately, the quiet murmurs were soon replaced by...

"KAI!!!!!!!!! RAY!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The two bladers, along with everyone else in the room, spun around towards the cries expecting to see a mob of fangirls, but...

"TYSON!!!" Kai yelled, "You stupid, fucking, shit-headed chipmunk! What the hell was that!"

"Yeah!" Ray glared, "What the hell are you doing?" Tyson was holding a tape recorder and fell to the floor laughing,

"You two should have seen your faces!" He laughed, "This recording was the best idea I ever had! Hey, why is everyone glaring at me?" Tyson looked up at the room full of angry faces, and then saw Kai and Ray approaching him which very scary faces.

"Umm, guys? It was just a joke..."He began, stumbling backwards.

"You hold him down, and I'll beat him up." Kai told Ray coldly, as Ray smirked and nodded. As Kai and Ray beat Tyson up, everyone else returned to their business, or in some peoples case, just watched the blader get beat up. Eventually, everyone settled down, and listened to the speaker.

"Welcome to the Canadian Tournament! As you all know, only the top 12 teams will compete in the actual tournament. Please register at the front desk, and pick up your information books, which will explain the different aspects of the tournament. That is all, good luck to everyone." With that the speaker left and all the teams raced to the booths to register.

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Well, that was okay, I am to bust to write any more so sorry. Please review and send in your teams! Bye GOB out ^_^