BAP Chapter 4
Kohari: Yeah, yeah, I know. I finally wrote it. Sorry. I was concentrating on JCM and Men Don't Change, so I didn't think about this one. My bad. Anyway, here's what you've all (that were reading it) been waiting for. Oh, Breaking a Promise, the original, is gonna be left in the dirt, because I'm doing this one. It's pretty much the same thing, so, no big, right? Enjoy.
P.S. I haven't seen G Rev, so this is a year after V Force.
Practice was as usual. Beyblades zooming around the backyard of the dojo, bitbeasts battling it out as furiously as the World Cup tournament...Just like old times. At this rate, the next world championship would be in the bag. Hilary was graciously welcomed back. Max had flown in from America for the sole purpose of training (he was "home-schooled" via the net and e-mail), and Ray just wanted to get away from Mariah (Who could blame him? She wouldn't stop hugging him!). But none of that mattered. What was important was that they were all together again. For now.
"Hey, guys! Look at this!" shouted Kenny, as he finished checking his e-mails and uploading the fresh data. Everyone crowded around, almost as closely as they had when Hilary had shown up. Kenny clicked a link and the screen jumped to an online flyer.
"Local Tournament in Tokyo," mouths formed words as their owners read the sentences, "All skill levels welcome. Located at the newly constructed Powersurge Stadium. Hosted by DJ Jazzman! Sponsored by your local WalMart, open 24/7"
"Mr. Dickensone sent it to me," explained the young red-head as the team began to question.
"Can we go, Kai?" requested the lovable Maxy as he finished reading. Everyone turned to the captain.
"Of course we're going," Kai answered nonchalantly, but forcefully. "And Kenny will be joining us." Everyone gasped.
"Kenny?!" echoed the others, obviously taken by surprise by this sudden announcement.
"Did I stutter?"
"But Kai," complained the computer whiz. "I can't blade half as well as you guys, and -"
"No buts," commanded the addressed. "If you can battle as well as you could in the tournament that brought us together, then I'm confident that you'll do fine in another stupid rookie's tournament."
The Chief hung his head in dispair, defeated. There was no use arguing with Hiwatari. He always won, and he was the captain. Maybe that's why he won.
At the Tournament...
"I hope you don't think you've shirked your duties for this, Tyson," scolded a very angry Hilary. It had been Tyson's turn to sweep the classroom floor, but he had left that chore to his good buddy, blondie (that had informed him of Hilary's situation) boy. He was supposed to take two turns next week.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," confirmed a very exasperated Tyson, already loading his launcher, psyched for fights.
"Hmph." Hilary stalked off toward the stands to cheer, leaving him in the sole company of his teammates. Kenny, this time, had purchased and upgraded a bright orange and yellow beyblade. Specialty: Agility.
"Nice blade," complimented Tyson, trying to divert their attention away from the previous scene. Nobody said much of anything else, but prepared for the battles.
Let the matches begin.
It was now the quarterfinals; Surprise, surprise, Max vs Ray (would've expected semifinal match), Masked Blader vs Tyson, Kai vs Kenny, and Thunder vs Cougar.
Ray threw the match so that Max and Tyson could fight in the finals like they had wanted to the first time around (remember the original series when Kai whooped Max's sugar-high butt?). Kenny was easily defeated by Kai, and the Thunder and Cougar match had ended in so many ties (crappy rookies), that everyone was half-asleep by the time Thunder kicked his opponent's posterier. Finally it was time for Tyson's fight with MB.
"Prepare to lose, newby," sneered an overconfident Tyson. The opponent didn't respond. He was hooded, dressed similarly to Ozuma's first appearance, though his cloak was black. Both bladers let it rip on the signal, and immediately began bombarding each other with massive blows, sparks emitting from both sides of the battlefield.
"So, you're better than I thought," Tyson observed. "But that won't save you from the wrath of my DRAGOON!" The gargantuan blue dragoon, now summoned, rose from the bit-chip, screaming its war-cry and ready for action. But the Masked Blader had other plans.
"Storm Rat, show yourself!" commanded the mysterious arrival. It did (description later), and Tyson's blade was knocked clear out of the stadium.
"Winner: Masked Blader!" announced Jazzman as Tyson fell to his knees, amazed that he was so easily beaten (These were sudden death matches).
"I'll grant you the honor of knowing who your victor was," offered the Masked Blader, though he aimed it at Tyson, not the audience. Tyson looked up and the boy cast off his cloak, tossing it into the eager crowd.
The now identity-revealed Masked Blader glanced directly into the eyes of a certain brunette in the crowd. Hilary gasped.
Kohari: Yeah, yeah, I know. I finally wrote it. Sorry. I was concentrating on JCM and Men Don't Change, so I didn't think about this one. My bad. Anyway, here's what you've all (that were reading it) been waiting for. Oh, Breaking a Promise, the original, is gonna be left in the dirt, because I'm doing this one. It's pretty much the same thing, so, no big, right? Enjoy.
P.S. I haven't seen G Rev, so this is a year after V Force.
Practice was as usual. Beyblades zooming around the backyard of the dojo, bitbeasts battling it out as furiously as the World Cup tournament...Just like old times. At this rate, the next world championship would be in the bag. Hilary was graciously welcomed back. Max had flown in from America for the sole purpose of training (he was "home-schooled" via the net and e-mail), and Ray just wanted to get away from Mariah (Who could blame him? She wouldn't stop hugging him!). But none of that mattered. What was important was that they were all together again. For now.
"Hey, guys! Look at this!" shouted Kenny, as he finished checking his e-mails and uploading the fresh data. Everyone crowded around, almost as closely as they had when Hilary had shown up. Kenny clicked a link and the screen jumped to an online flyer.
"Local Tournament in Tokyo," mouths formed words as their owners read the sentences, "All skill levels welcome. Located at the newly constructed Powersurge Stadium. Hosted by DJ Jazzman! Sponsored by your local WalMart, open 24/7"
"Mr. Dickensone sent it to me," explained the young red-head as the team began to question.
"Can we go, Kai?" requested the lovable Maxy as he finished reading. Everyone turned to the captain.
"Of course we're going," Kai answered nonchalantly, but forcefully. "And Kenny will be joining us." Everyone gasped.
"Kenny?!" echoed the others, obviously taken by surprise by this sudden announcement.
"Did I stutter?"
"But Kai," complained the computer whiz. "I can't blade half as well as you guys, and -"
"No buts," commanded the addressed. "If you can battle as well as you could in the tournament that brought us together, then I'm confident that you'll do fine in another stupid rookie's tournament."
The Chief hung his head in dispair, defeated. There was no use arguing with Hiwatari. He always won, and he was the captain. Maybe that's why he won.
At the Tournament...
"I hope you don't think you've shirked your duties for this, Tyson," scolded a very angry Hilary. It had been Tyson's turn to sweep the classroom floor, but he had left that chore to his good buddy, blondie (that had informed him of Hilary's situation) boy. He was supposed to take two turns next week.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," confirmed a very exasperated Tyson, already loading his launcher, psyched for fights.
"Hmph." Hilary stalked off toward the stands to cheer, leaving him in the sole company of his teammates. Kenny, this time, had purchased and upgraded a bright orange and yellow beyblade. Specialty: Agility.
"Nice blade," complimented Tyson, trying to divert their attention away from the previous scene. Nobody said much of anything else, but prepared for the battles.
Let the matches begin.
It was now the quarterfinals; Surprise, surprise, Max vs Ray (would've expected semifinal match), Masked Blader vs Tyson, Kai vs Kenny, and Thunder vs Cougar.
Ray threw the match so that Max and Tyson could fight in the finals like they had wanted to the first time around (remember the original series when Kai whooped Max's sugar-high butt?). Kenny was easily defeated by Kai, and the Thunder and Cougar match had ended in so many ties (crappy rookies), that everyone was half-asleep by the time Thunder kicked his opponent's posterier. Finally it was time for Tyson's fight with MB.
"Prepare to lose, newby," sneered an overconfident Tyson. The opponent didn't respond. He was hooded, dressed similarly to Ozuma's first appearance, though his cloak was black. Both bladers let it rip on the signal, and immediately began bombarding each other with massive blows, sparks emitting from both sides of the battlefield.
"So, you're better than I thought," Tyson observed. "But that won't save you from the wrath of my DRAGOON!" The gargantuan blue dragoon, now summoned, rose from the bit-chip, screaming its war-cry and ready for action. But the Masked Blader had other plans.
"Storm Rat, show yourself!" commanded the mysterious arrival. It did (description later), and Tyson's blade was knocked clear out of the stadium.
"Winner: Masked Blader!" announced Jazzman as Tyson fell to his knees, amazed that he was so easily beaten (These were sudden death matches).
"I'll grant you the honor of knowing who your victor was," offered the Masked Blader, though he aimed it at Tyson, not the audience. Tyson looked up and the boy cast off his cloak, tossing it into the eager crowd.
The now identity-revealed Masked Blader glanced directly into the eyes of a certain brunette in the crowd. Hilary gasped.