CHAPTER 13: BEYBLADE IDOL

DK: HI… I'M BACK!!! FINALLY!!!

Blade Angels and Kai: And so are we!! :D

DK: Sorry I took so long. I had to wait for the exact episode from G-Rev to write out this chapter so this chapter is a spoiler.

K-K: Really?

DK: What took you so long to come?

K-K: n-n;;

DK: ::sigh:: Never mind. Hm… Amber do the reviews today please.

Amber: OKEY-DOKEY!

Darkfangs: Sorry if we got you confused. DK did put some sort of sign as a change of scene but it didn't appear. Stupid people. But glad you understood. And chill out!! You've got the answer right. The poster is an invitation to the tournament. So you get a requesty… choose a scene from this chapter or the last chapter for your pic. Don't forget to review after this chappy

Kitty-Kris: K-K, can I whack you with the mallet? Because you were so not you back then. -- DK says thank you for the crimbo!!! Wittwe Romey's cute!!!

SchoolBoredom: O.o Christmas gift from Voltaire ::starts screaming::

DK: ::whacks Amber with a mallet instead:: I'll take it from here. You know, that was a laugh when I red your review SchoolBoredom. Come again soon .

Fluffys-sidekick: Thank you, here's the next chapter.

SapphireSword: Apparently, Sergei's nightmare will come true. And yeah, MING-MING is so bloody annoying. ::gets a dummy Ming-Ming and smack it with a hammer::

Everyone: O.o

DK: OK me done Brooklyn may not be the good guy in this fic… but you never know he may change sides in the sequel like I did with Boris. The songs that are in this fic, I'll write a big disclaimer where the songs will be listed. And yeah, the poster is about the tournament. And you'll so get a request. Pic a scene from this chapter or the last chapter and let me know in your review . You came in second place though, but worry.

Anya: :interrupts DK:: OK, she blabbed enough. DK does not own beyblade nor the plot on this chapter, but she does however own Sergei, the Blade Angels and their bit-beast and the bit-beast of the BEGA bladers. Enjoy!!

We interrupt this programmed for a special report. This afternoon a shocking announcement rocked the beyblade world. It's seems that Mr Dickinson has resigned from his position as the chairman of Beyblade Battle Association

"What? What did she say?" shouted Tyson after a bite from his bowl of rice he was eating. Everyone turned his or her heads to the TV that was placed in the kitchen where the gang was, eating lunch.

And that's not all. The BBA would be likely to change its name in order to better promote its new professional beyblade league.

"A new Beyblade League?" repeated Rayne as they all gaped at the TV.

"This is bad. Real bad." Said Spencer. Bryan nodded his head in agreement.

"Amazing," breathed Anya.

"I can't believe the BBA wouldn't tell the world champions about this big change," said Max.

"Chill out Max," called Rei. "There's only one place to find the truth. And that's at the BBA office." They all nodded and got out of their seat, hurrying to put their shoes on and exiting the mansion at a run.

"What is this? Are they giving something free?" asked Amber as she and Anya were out shopping.

"I can't believe the BBA sold out!" breathed Anya.

"I don't understand, Anya. Why are they doing this to their own building?"

"Hey, look I told they'll be here!" someone called. Both Amber and Anya turned to see the rest of the gang running towards them. The Bladebreakers, the Demolition Boys, Rayne, Alexia, Vivien and Boris. The Majestic returned to Germany for a while.

"Anya, what's happening to the BBA?" asked Alexia, and then she gasped. They all turned to the building under-construction behind Amber and Anya.

"What is this?" asked Tala.

"They're tearing the whole thing down!" answered Rei.

"They certainly didn't waste anytime, and we can't get any information, with those guys around," said Vivien, climbing a tree to get a better look.

"This is unbelievable," blurted Ian.

"I don't get it. Why is this happening all of a sudden?" asked Bryan.

"We have no idea," answered Anya.

"Man, we're wasting time here. We need to go to the source," suggested Tala.

They all went to the nearest telephone booth, which happens to be at the opposite street, and Kai went in, dialling the number that leads to Mr Dickinson's cell phone.

"What did he say?" asked Tala as Kai got out.

"Nothing. He didn't pick up the phone."

"Well then it looks like we're gonna have to gather information ourselves," said Boris.

Everyone spread out into little groups of three and went to all the places that sell information.

"Mr Dickinson is out of the chairman. Is this the end of the BBA?" read out Boris from the newspaper.

"Or a new beginning?" Alexia finished off, looking over at her brother.

But a professional beyblade league, I'll be famous and with good merchandise I'll be hitting the lights, oh yeah! Thought Tyson.

"I'll admit it, it would be cool to have a professional beyblade league. It's just…" admitted Tyson

"It's like a whole new world." Alexia finished off.

"This is a very big deal," sighed Boris.

The gang went to the park, some days later where they all settled down on the soft snow. Some challenged each other and played a friendly match; well more like a practice.

"Come on Petal!"

"Let's go Miracle!"

Amber and Alexia practice against each other for a while, trying to moved the current news out of their mind and concentrating on the tournament ahead.

FLASHBACK

"What's the matter, Rayne?" asked Amber.

"Yeah, why did you call us all of a sudden?" said Bryan.

"For this," answered Rayne as she held up the poster she received in the envelope. There was also a note but she gave that to Kai to read; it's better for the siblings to worry about their grandfather and the team worrying about the upcoming tournament.

"Hey, it looks like another tournament!" cried Tyson, looking at the poster closely.

"It is," said Rayne, emotionlessly. "And we're going to enter it."

"Who's the organiser?"

"It didn't say," lied Rayne. Everyone looked at her then back down at the poster.

"If you say we're going to enter it, we're going to enter it," said Tala, leaning back into the couch he was sitting on.

"I don't mind a good challenge," said Rei with Vivien nodding her head in agreement.

"If Tala's going, then we'll go," Bryan spoke wording out the Demolition Boys thought.

"Well, you said it your self, Rayne. We're going to enter it we're going to enter it," Anya spoke.

"And count the Bladebreakers in, Sis," agreed Kai. Rayne nodded and dismissed them all.

END OF FLASHBACK

"Man! It's already been a whole week!" sighed Max.

"It looks like there's no new Beyblade news today either," said Kenny, typing furiously on his laptop once again. He was typing too hard and too fast that Dizzi, he's trusty bit-beast trapped in a laptop, was complaining.

And now for the beyblade update. There is still no word on the rumour of the professional beyblade rising from the ashes of the BBA. But there's no reason to frown, when the worlds newest pop sensation is around. Here's a new single from the one and only Ming-Ming.

Max, Anya, Vivien and Bryan all groan in disgust at the name and sight of Ming-Ming, whom the gang found very annoying.

"Oh give me a break! What has she got to do with Beyblading?" asked Max, standing up.

"If Ming-Ming is all we have to look for, then we're in trouble," said Vivien. Rayne was leaning against a tree on the snow, with her arms crossed and one leg over the other. She opened one of her eyes to see Kenny, blushing lightly, swinging from side to side and giggling while watching Ming-Ming.

"Aww, forget it. I can't concentrate with this going on! Sighed Alexia" Lets go, Amber."

"Where are we going?" asked Amber, clueless.

"Let's just go back to the mansion," suggested Rayne, getting up.

Everyone nodded and got up, making their way to the mansion, following Rayne and Kai who knows the place more than the others considering it's their house.

"I wonder how the other beybladers are taking the news," said Kenny.

"Well, I heard that several of them have already joined this new professional beyblading league. Can't blame them."

The gang walked passed a TV shopped where Ming-Ming was on the screen, singing.

"It's that annoying singer again!" cried Spencer. Everyone stopped walking and watched a bit.

"Wherever you look, there she is!" cried Vivien.

"Someone is really promoting her," said Boris.

"Yeah, well I wish they would keep her away from the Beyblading corner on the sports news."

"Boy, that little Ming-Ming, really spins my blade," slurred Kenny. Kenny went back to his usual blushing-lightly-and-giggling-like-a-girl thing. Everyone looked at him like he was some psycho; some even thought that he was in love with her.

"Argh! I mean according to my data, Ming-Ming is growing in popularity."

"Whatever," stated Rayne and the gang continued to walk. They walked during the sunset and passed the Park. Rei looked to his side, enjoying his surrounding when someone sitting on the bench, feeding the pigeons caught his attention.

"Hey, it's Mr. Dickinson!" cried Rei.

Everyone turned to him.

"No way!" cried Max. Everyone ran up to him. Mr Dickinson saw him and got scared. He jumped up and ran as fast as he can away from them. Every one followed and when Rayne and Kai took different directions, the others got a message and split up.

"Hey! Come back!" cried Anya.

"Please, Mr Dickinson. Come back!" cried Ian. But Mr Dickinson continued to run away and made a right turn, running down the alleyway when he accidentally tripped over something and fell flat on his face (DK: The poor guy) He got up and looked behind him and let out a sigh of relief when he saw no one there.

"Lost them!" chuckled Mr Dickinson. He turned to the front but there was somebody there. He looked up and saw the face of Rayne, Boris and some of the Bladebreakers, looking down at him.

"OK, now Mr Dickinson," said Tyson. "It's time to stop running."

"Hehe, perhaps you 're right, Tyson. Hehe," Mr Dickinson laughed nervously.

"I'm sorry I had run away from you kids but I was so ashamed of myself I couldn't face you," sighed Mr Dickinson once they arrived at the Mansion.

Mr Dickinson was sitting at the dinning table with some tea in front of him. Rayne, Kai and Boris sat on the other side of the table while the gang sat at various places in the room, all listening intently, wanting to know any useful clues as to what's going on about the new professional Beyblading league.

"Forget about that, Mr Dickinson, and tell us what happened," said Rayne, calmly.

"Take your time, sir and start from the beginning," said Kenny.

"Well, I should have seen it coming," he started, looking at Rayne, Kai and Boris. "Well, lets see. It all started shortly after the world championships a certain party approached me with a very generous offer. He wanted to buy the BBA outright."

"And you sold it? But our battles are not for sale. That's against the spirit of beyblade," said Tyson, obviously, not happy about this.

"You're absolutely right, Tyson."

"Hey, why don't you chill out and let him finish, Tyson," said Rayne.

"The BBA doesn't belong to me alone, Tyson, it has only been made possible with the support and great cooperation of many great people, you know. And it was these people who agreed," continued Mr Dickinson.

"Are you saying that the BBA was sold without your consent?" asked Kai.

"Yes, and it looks like a lot of ground work was laid out while I was busy overseeing the world championships tournament, Kai."

"So whoever want to do this knew that you wouldn't want to sell," said Boris.

"This was definitely had been planned for some time," sigh Rayne, rubbing her temple.

"What do we do now?" asked Tala.

"It is still a mystery as far as who is head of this new organisation but I do know that they will be holding up a press conference tomorrow. And there's a good chance that the mastermind behind all this will be there."

"So should we go too?" asked Kai.

"I suggest you kids should go there and find out as much as you can."

"Good, then we'll go to that press conference tomorrow," spoke Rayne, making up her mind.

"When I find out who he is, I'll… I'll…"

"Careful, Tyson. You can be sure that you ever marked the BBA will gain power and to keep it."

"We'll be fine!"

"Wow! What a turn out!" breathed Amber, the next day at the conference.

"Of course! Everyone wants to know what's going on!" said Tyson.

"Hey, Vivien. What does it say on their shirt?" asked Boris.

Vivien jumped up once and quickly looked at their shirts.

"It says BEGA! Whatever that is."

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" someone called through the speaker. Everyone looked up. "THE WAITING IS OVER! BEGA, THE WORLDS BEYBLADE ENTERTAINMENT GLOBAL ASSOCIATION IS PLEASE TO ANNOUNCE THAT WE'RE OPEN FOR BUSINESS!" cried the Jazzman. A helicopter flew over the crowd and a ladder fell fro the entrance where the Jazz was hanging.

"Wow! It's DJ Jazzman!" cried Kenny.

"He sure likes to make an entrance,"

"He shows up whenever there is beyblading but I can't believe he's involved with this," sighed Tala.

"First up, you will witness the Grand opening off the brand new BEGA Headquarters!!"

The large cloth that covered the building was pulled down, showing a 100 feet tall building.

"Whoa!" the gang gasped.

"It's three times taller than BBA was!" breathed Rayne.

"Someone sure is trying to make a big impression."

The front entrance of the BEGA headquarters opened up and a stage appeared, blocking the front doors.

"A little over the top, don't you think?" asked one of the reporters.

"I feel like I'm in a circus in Las Vegas. They sure know how to make a big splash!" said his partner.

"And now we present, BEGA's pop star!"

Smokes appeared and the Jazzman went off the stage, as the smoke covered everything in sight. The gang moved through the crowd and was now at the front, looking carefully at what was about to happen.

"Oh no!" the girls chorused as the one, the only Ming-Ming appeared!

"Hi all you beyblade fan! Ming-Ming's here to rock the house!" she spoke in her mic.

The crowd went wild with cheers and the music started to play the notes.

I've been waiting all day for ya babe
So won't cha come and sit and talk to me
And tell me how we're gonna be together always
Hope you know that when it's late at night
I Hold on to my pillow tight
And think of how you promised me forever
(I never thought that anyone)
Could make me feel this way
(Now that you're here boy all I want)
Is just a chance to say

Chorus
Get Out, (leave) right now,
It's the end of you and me
It's too late (now) and I can't wait for you to be gone
'Cause I know about her (who) and I wonder (why) how I bought all the lies
You said that you would treat me right but you was just a waste of time (waste of time)

Tell me why you're looking so confused
When I'm the one who didn't know the truth
How could you ever be so cold
To go behind my back and call my friend
Boy you must have gone and bumped your head
Because you left her number on your phone
(So now after all is said and done)
Maybe I'm the one to blame but
(To think that you could be the one)
Well it didn't work out that way

Chorus

I wanted you right here with me but I have no choice you've gotta leave
Because my heart is breakin'
With every word I'm sayin'
I gave up everything I had
On something that just wouldn't last
But I refuse to cry
No tears will fall from these
Eyeee-eeee-eeees
Ooooh, ooooh
Get out

"I can't believe it. Ming-Ming is singing and dancing live, right before my eyes!" Kenny said, going all mushy-gushy.

"Cool it chief, you're drooling all over your shirt," said Alexia, smacking Kenny at the back of his head, but it made no progress whatsoever as Kenny giggled, making Alexia angry than before.

"Argh! This is a press conference. What does little Ming-Ming singing and dancing have to do with Beyblading?" groaned Amber.

Above the stage, a camera moved it's position, facing the direction where Rayne could be seen along with her team and Kenny.

"We've located Rayne, sir," said one of the security guard at the control room of the BEGA Headquarters.

"It is exactly as we planned," he said, smirking evilly.

The song finished and Ming-Ming bowed to her new fans as the crowd cheered wildly.

"Thanks. You all must be wondering what I'm doing here, supporting this event. The thing is I am now the official mascot of the new Beyblade league BEGA!

"You're kidding right?" asked Anya.

"That's why they showed her during the beyblade sport cast."

"We have another special guest here today, who will rock your socks up. Presenting the original BBA Champions," she smiled.

"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" the Blade Angels all said at once, surprised.

"Are you ready for me, girls?"

Ming-Ming span in mid-air, sparkles and small bubbles surrounding her as she her clothes glowed, then engulfing her, changing her. Her legs and arms grew longer as well as her body.

"Gotcha," she said in her usual childish voice and from the band on her upper arm, she pulled out her ripcord and placed it in her microphone which was also a beyblade launcher.

"Let it rip!" she called, launching her beyblade. The soft pink beyblade landed gracefully on the rough soil of the ground and span near the foot of Alexia before returning to Ming-Ming's hand.

"What is this?" asked Vivien.

"Looks like you do more than just sing," said Alexia, looking up at her.

"What was your first thought, silly?" asked Ming-Ming. "What I am is… the top rank professional beyblader, in BEGA!"

"What was that?" asked the first Reporter. "Cute little Ming-Ming is BEGA's top beyblader.

"What a title: Pop star beyblades by night and challenges the world champions."

"What a joke this is. First BEGA dumps Mr and then you're the new mascot? Aren't you a little frilly to be a beyblader Ming-Ming?" chuckled Alexia.

"Alex!" warned Rayne, watching the whole scene with suspicious eyes.

"Tut, tut, tut. The world champion has no imagination. I'm here to created some new little excitement for the new pro-league. What's so wrong in adding glamour and sparkles to this exciting sport, Alexia?" asked Ming-Ming.

'Should have thought Ming-Ming was up to no good,' thought Rayne. 'But where is he?'

"Glamour and glitts?" repeated Amber.

"That's right, Amber. No more dull and boring BBA."

"Beyblade isn't about glamour! It's about blading with your heart and soul, that's never boring," lectured Rayne, speaking for the first time since this whole 'discussion' started. "A real beyblader would know that!"

"Hmm, that's quite a speech," commented Ming-Ming.

"Speech?" retorted Anya.

"That's how it may used to be in the outdated BBA."

The Blade Angel minus Rayne growled low in their throats.

"But time has change, girls. You're yesterday's news. The BBA is gone," Ming-Ming continued. Anger was reaching up to boiling point with the voice of Ming-Ming screwing up BBA. Of course BBA is way much better but they still got a few questions to answer: Who is responsible for this? Where's Voltaire? What will happen to Mr Dickinson? Etc, etc, etc.

"Blading has passed that. Today is a typical sports entertainment product that is hipper and a lot more stylish than your old league. We have no used for dinosaurs like you and Mr Dickinson!" explained Ming-Ming.

"Dinosaur? You're the dinosaur!" roared Alexia.

"She can't say that to us, can she, Kenny?" said Amber. Kenny giggled in replied.

"How dare you speak like that to us!" Vivien outburst. "We devoted our lives to the true world of beyblading, where bladers can test their strength and skills to the limit."

"Don't waste your breath," said Anya. "She'll never understand the true meaning of the sport. She's just an overblown media event."

"Oh no! Have I hurt your feelings?" she mocked.

"Give me a break!" retorted Rayne. "If you want to replace the BBA, maybe you should put your beyblade where your mouth is and prove it in the dish!" Rayne held out her black beyblade, as did the other members of the lade Angel.

"Oh, that hot temper of yours is going to get you into trouble!" Ming-Ming continued to be an annoying little… bitch!

"What about it? Are you going to fight, or are you too scared you little pampered pop star!" cursed Alexia.

"Afraid to fight? Don't worry I accept your challenge. I'll teach you some manners while I'm at it," agreed Ming-Ming.

"Then, let's get to it." Alexia put her beyblade in the launcher. Amber didn't take long before she put her own beyblade into the launcher. The two girls went under the bars that hold the crowd back and stood a good distance away from it.

"Ah, ah, ah! Before you are allowed to fight me, you have to beat, the Ming-Ming band!" giggled Ming-Ming as she looked back to her team. Two guitarists and a drum player put their own beyblade in place, using their instruments as their launcher and waited for the signal.

"No way!" cried Alexia.

"Vivien!" called Rayne. Vivien nodded and stood beside Amber, also getting into position as it will be a 3-on-3 battle.

"No crying when you lose, OK?" warned Ming-Ming, turning back to the challenger.

"We'll see who will be crying, Ming-Ming," Rayne shot back.

"Are you ready? 3…2…1… LET IT RIP!" She spoke into the mike. All six players launched their beyblades onto the ground off the stage.

"Awesome! A settle battle has commence and you know what that means: it's time to beybattle!" screamed Jazz into his own mike as he played the referee. "The new BEGA organisation versus the world champions! Let's see just how tough these bladers really are. Alright, let's get some rocking in beybattle!"

The six blades all met at the centre of the ground they were using as the beydish and the attack rings made contacted with each other, sending sparks radically.

"The Ming-Ming, band will now perform for your beybattle pleasure." Ming-Ming turned to her band and started the countdown in which the band started to play a song, with their beyblades moving in rhythm.

"What?" gasped Alexia as her beyblade got hit, moving backwards slightly. "There's now way we can keep up with their attacks!"

"What's happening?" asked Amber.

"I'm not so sure. It looks like as if the beyblade is dancing to the music!" Vivien theorized.

"Now we're getting into the groove!" spoke Ming-Ming. "Let's g and have some fun, yeah!"

"Unbelievable," commented Anya.

"What does she think she's doing? I can't concentrate with a ll that racket!" commented Amber, getting frustrated.

"I think that's the point! But instead of complaining about it, I think you should listen," advised Rayne.

"Huh? Oh."

The Blade Angels looked at their opponents and saw that they were blading in patterns. First they move in circles before one blade goes in and out a few times.

"Now I see what you mean. At first it seems complicated, but if you look at it, you get to see a pattern," said Alexia.

"It's as easier as pie. Ming-Ming's band is using the music to motivate their attacks so it's simple to figure out their patterns," reported Anya.

"Their attacks are style and no power!" beamed Vivien.

"Ming-Ming, are you here to dance or beybattle?" asked Alexia, grinning.

"Oh no, they figured it out!" gasped Ming-Ming.

'And a good thing too. You're going down you annoying little chump!' thought Rayne.

"This crowd is too crowded. You take it Amber!" commanded Rayne. Amber nodded and Miracle left the pack.

"Miracle has broken away from the pack!" reported Jazz. "Looks like she's diving to her prey and making her move!"

"GRAVITY CONTROL!" commanded Amber, using her brother's attack she learned from him. Miracle span faster, created a giant wave.

"Wow! Amber and Miracle are single-handedly surrounded Ming-Ming's band!"

"Alex! It's time to go" called Vivien.

"Alright!"

Silverwings and Petal's beyblade jumped into the air.

"It's time you learn not to mess with…" started Vivien.

"The world champion bladers!" finished Alexia. And what goes up must come down as did their beyblades, crashing against Ming-Ming's band's beyblade, sending off, and stopping them from spinning, winning the battle.

"Oh no!" groaned Ming-Ming.

"That was a nice rip!" grinned Alexia.

"Oh yeah. And the winner is… the current world champion!"

The crowd went wild after the exciting event.

"Now it's your turn to prove yourself Ming-Ming!" said Vivien. Ming-Ming, span around and changed her teenager self back to her child form.

"Oh Alexia. You know I'm a mascot, not a beyblader," she cooed.

"Oh brother," breathed Alexia.

"Yeah. You sad it," nodded Amber, crossing her arms.

"You haven't changed, Rayne," someone cackled. This caught the attention of every single Blade Angels. The sport where the drummer was, moved aside, letting a platform rises with a man standing on it.

"You all should know that a lady is allowed to change her mind," he continued. The girls gasped at the sight as he took the steps down towards the stage; Rayne growled low in her throat.

"Ming-Ming was just adding spice to the launches of our new enterprise."

"What?" the girls chorused.

"So it, was you!" stuttered Anya.

"Who else would have the skills to bring down the BBA and give light to the new BEGA professional League, right Ming-Ming?"

The man that had just made an entrance wore a flashy black-suit under his usual brown cloak. He had long, white hair and crimson eyes and his ambitions were as powerful as ever.

"Figures it would be you!" scowled Alexia. "It was you who took control of the BBA!"

"I'm sorry. The BBA doesn't really exist anymore, but we as the BEGA organisation, would gladly take you in with open arms, Rayne."

Voltaire! What is HE doing here? I just don't understand!