HOWDY!! This is StarSakura here talking to you live from my computer! I'm
really exited today because we have got the master of blades, the know how
of knowledge. It's Kenny.
Kenny: Wow! What a nice way to introduce me.
Dizzy: What about me?
O Sorry Dizzy. And let's not forget the keeper of dater, the top-notch laptop, it's Dizzy!
Dizzy: Thanks!
So how are you both today?
Kenny: Tired. We were up all night trying to work out how to improve Tyson's Blade. But, we made sure we had enough rest so we could come here today.
Thank You. Well, do you think you could do the 'Beyblade isn't mine' bit for me please?
Kenny: We'd love too.
Dizzy: Hey, I'm Dizzy and this is my master the chief. We are here today to tell you that StarSakura does not own Beyblade, or a blade for the matter.
Hey! You didn't have to say that.
Kenny: StarSakura could not own beyblade because she doesn't have the money to run such a huge cartoon and also if she did she would be famous. This story would be on TV as a cartoon show, you wouldn't have to read it then.
Ok that's enough from you two. You don't need to tell them everything about me.
Dizzy: Sorry but we though they need to know more about the writer and facts help when it comes to know owning stuff.
Yeah well forget it. Next time keep the facts to yourself. So.On with the story. Marc's Great Training Plan.
"Well let's just pray it sorts it self out. I'd better go because I need to tidy up the mess. Bye."
"Bye."
"Good Morning, This is the 8am weather report on the Bladers Channel. The weather is causing all sorts of problems for bladers all over the area. There is a strong wind heading over the east of the city. With this, it's bringing rain and heavily thunder clouds. We are asking anyone thinking of training out side to cancel their plans since it will not be safe and there may be acc----"
Marc threw down the control on the floor. He was really pissed off that he couldn't train. All he needed was at least one really good days training before the battles. Marc knew it was too dangerous to train in the rain and didn't want to risk getting hurt before the finals.
"I wonder?" Marc had got an idea. If he could get round Billie's before the storm got worst, they could train together at hers. He'd need to take stuff with him because they chances of the storm being worst tomorrow were strong. It would also mean that the two wouldn't have to worry about what the time was.
"Great! I'll just ring and see if that's ok with her."
Marc was so happy that he had though of the idea that he almost fell down the stairs. Once he had got to the bottom, he grabbed the phone and dialled Billie's number.
Billie was cooking breakfast when the phone rang. She was the only one in the house. Her parents had died a few years ago but she managed living on her own fine. Other family members helped with money so that Billie could live a normal life. She enjoyed living on her own. She was normally late but that was just her. When the phone went, Billie stopped what she was doing and went to pick up the phone.
"Hello? This is Billie."
"Hey Billie, It's Marc."
"Hi, What up?"
"Well, I got an idea. If I could come and stay round yours then we could train together. If I could stay over night, we wouldn't have to worry about the time and could train first thing."
"That's a great idea. What about the storm, it's only going to get worst?"
"If I leave now before it gets really bad I should be ok."
"Ok then, I'll see you in a bit then, you want some breakfast?"
"Sure! I'll just pack my bags and get my blade and I'll leave. See you soon."
With that, they both put down their phones. Marc started packing his bags so he could stay over, and Billie making sure that the breakfast wasn't burnt.
It was 9.30am by the time Marc had got to Billie's and had breakfast. He was wearing a pain white baggy top with baggy black trackies. Billie was wearing a black vest with a hoody over it. She had black trackies like Marc's on too.
Both headed towards a huge underground hall. It was like a sports hall and had lines painted across the floor. Billie walked over to a load of switches on the other side of the hall. She flicked a few. All of a sudden the floor started to come apart. Then, in the middle of the hall was a beyblade battle disc. It had been installed a few years ago when Billie first started to get into beyblade. Billie and Marc both walked to the disc. Each held out their hands getting ready to lunch their blades.
"3.2.1.Let It Rip!!" Marc shouted.
Billie and Marc's blades both went in for a head on head attack. Sparks were flying. They pulled away and went for a head on head attack again. Both the blades headed straight up into the air.
I'm going to leave it there. I'm not very good at writing battles so I'll ask for tips. I still need more people. I'm not sure how I'm going to use them in the story but I'll tell you when I get an idea. Thank You to everyone reading this, I know it's dragging on but I'll try to speed it up in the next chapter. Remember people, I keep it real. Well, when it comes to stories I keep as real as it came. Till next time.
Later!
Kenny: Wow! What a nice way to introduce me.
Dizzy: What about me?
O Sorry Dizzy. And let's not forget the keeper of dater, the top-notch laptop, it's Dizzy!
Dizzy: Thanks!
So how are you both today?
Kenny: Tired. We were up all night trying to work out how to improve Tyson's Blade. But, we made sure we had enough rest so we could come here today.
Thank You. Well, do you think you could do the 'Beyblade isn't mine' bit for me please?
Kenny: We'd love too.
Dizzy: Hey, I'm Dizzy and this is my master the chief. We are here today to tell you that StarSakura does not own Beyblade, or a blade for the matter.
Hey! You didn't have to say that.
Kenny: StarSakura could not own beyblade because she doesn't have the money to run such a huge cartoon and also if she did she would be famous. This story would be on TV as a cartoon show, you wouldn't have to read it then.
Ok that's enough from you two. You don't need to tell them everything about me.
Dizzy: Sorry but we though they need to know more about the writer and facts help when it comes to know owning stuff.
Yeah well forget it. Next time keep the facts to yourself. So.On with the story. Marc's Great Training Plan.
"Well let's just pray it sorts it self out. I'd better go because I need to tidy up the mess. Bye."
"Bye."
"Good Morning, This is the 8am weather report on the Bladers Channel. The weather is causing all sorts of problems for bladers all over the area. There is a strong wind heading over the east of the city. With this, it's bringing rain and heavily thunder clouds. We are asking anyone thinking of training out side to cancel their plans since it will not be safe and there may be acc----"
Marc threw down the control on the floor. He was really pissed off that he couldn't train. All he needed was at least one really good days training before the battles. Marc knew it was too dangerous to train in the rain and didn't want to risk getting hurt before the finals.
"I wonder?" Marc had got an idea. If he could get round Billie's before the storm got worst, they could train together at hers. He'd need to take stuff with him because they chances of the storm being worst tomorrow were strong. It would also mean that the two wouldn't have to worry about what the time was.
"Great! I'll just ring and see if that's ok with her."
Marc was so happy that he had though of the idea that he almost fell down the stairs. Once he had got to the bottom, he grabbed the phone and dialled Billie's number.
Billie was cooking breakfast when the phone rang. She was the only one in the house. Her parents had died a few years ago but she managed living on her own fine. Other family members helped with money so that Billie could live a normal life. She enjoyed living on her own. She was normally late but that was just her. When the phone went, Billie stopped what she was doing and went to pick up the phone.
"Hello? This is Billie."
"Hey Billie, It's Marc."
"Hi, What up?"
"Well, I got an idea. If I could come and stay round yours then we could train together. If I could stay over night, we wouldn't have to worry about the time and could train first thing."
"That's a great idea. What about the storm, it's only going to get worst?"
"If I leave now before it gets really bad I should be ok."
"Ok then, I'll see you in a bit then, you want some breakfast?"
"Sure! I'll just pack my bags and get my blade and I'll leave. See you soon."
With that, they both put down their phones. Marc started packing his bags so he could stay over, and Billie making sure that the breakfast wasn't burnt.
It was 9.30am by the time Marc had got to Billie's and had breakfast. He was wearing a pain white baggy top with baggy black trackies. Billie was wearing a black vest with a hoody over it. She had black trackies like Marc's on too.
Both headed towards a huge underground hall. It was like a sports hall and had lines painted across the floor. Billie walked over to a load of switches on the other side of the hall. She flicked a few. All of a sudden the floor started to come apart. Then, in the middle of the hall was a beyblade battle disc. It had been installed a few years ago when Billie first started to get into beyblade. Billie and Marc both walked to the disc. Each held out their hands getting ready to lunch their blades.
"3.2.1.Let It Rip!!" Marc shouted.
Billie and Marc's blades both went in for a head on head attack. Sparks were flying. They pulled away and went for a head on head attack again. Both the blades headed straight up into the air.
I'm going to leave it there. I'm not very good at writing battles so I'll ask for tips. I still need more people. I'm not sure how I'm going to use them in the story but I'll tell you when I get an idea. Thank You to everyone reading this, I know it's dragging on but I'll try to speed it up in the next chapter. Remember people, I keep it real. Well, when it comes to stories I keep as real as it came. Till next time.
Later!