Ok, I am FINALLY updating, and I would like to say that I am soooooooooooo sorry for not doing so sooner.
Disclaimer: Though it has been a long time, I still don't own Beyblade.
"MAX!" Tyson exclaimed, running forward. Before the Dragoon owner had even taken three steps, the ground opened up just in front of him and out of it came a dish, accompanied by a shadowed figure. As the dish stopped, all the lights flashed on, revealing the entirety of the room. It was large and made of stone, as all the others in this labyrinth of a structure were. On one wall there was a large screen, and under it, a door. Above Max there was a sharp blade that dangled by two large chains. The chains were linked to a pulley on the ceiling and then starched backwards into the wall, where they disappeared through two small holes.
"What is this?" Tyson shouted, running up to the dish and looking around the room. Suddenly the screen flickered on and Voltaire appeared on the screen.
"Welcome, to you first battle." He smiled cruelly, "You will have the pleasure of battling Carl." A light turned on in front of Tyson, revealing the shadowed figure's identity. It was a boy, maybe a little older then Kai and quite a lot taller. He had short brown hair that curled up as it reached his neck. He was clad in blue and purple, which matched the Beyblade and launcher he held in his right hand. His face was pale and he had piercing, icy blue eyes that were fixed directly upon the opposing teens.
"Here are the rules." Voltaire began, "It will be a best out of three battle. You see the blade dangling above your friend? Well, each time you lose a match, it will drop down a bit. If you lose all three, or two, we will drop the blade completely and slice him in two."
"YOU BASTARD!" Tyson shouted, but the evil man had already disappeared from the screen, his laughter still hanging in the air.
Tyson loaded his launcher and aimed it at the dish.
"Let's go!" He growled, anger rising within him. He would not let them hurt Max! The other boy just laughed,
"Bring it on."
"Three." They glared.
"Two." They aimed.
"One." Tyson glanced over to who he was fighting for, Max.
"Let it rip!" The boys released their blades into the dish with all the force they could. This was a battle neither could afford to lose.
Ok, I know it was short, but I'm low on inspiration. I just got it back, though, so the next chapter will be up as soon as possible, I mean it. Please review.