CHAPTER 15: THE GIANT
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DK: n-n;; Hiya everybody. I;m on half term holiday from school so I finally moved my ass and worked on this chapter. I worked half of the episode yesterday and just finished the second half toady . Plus this morning I was working on the second chapter of the sequel to this story so don't worry that this story comes to an end, because every story has to come an end sooner or later.
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SapphireSword: Of course Brooklyn's better! But I'm stuck on whether I should have Kai or Tala better than Brooklyn. Brooklyn's cute, but he'll go psycho at the end of G-Rev. But I'm not putting that in this story since the ending is going to be different than you might think. Thanks for the heads up. U know, u make a pretty good Beta and since you are some kind of perfectionist, if there's anything wrong in my fic let me know I'll edit it :D Ciao
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"Voltaire!" cried Tyson when he bumped into him. Tyson looked up and saw a tall building behind Voltaire where the BBA used to be and gasped along with the rest of the bladebreakers. "What? What did you do?" he asked.
"Don't you know? Who has the knowledge and skills of BBA that can be shut down and build something as powerful as this?" answered Voltaire.
"Figured it would be you who took control of the BBA," snarled Tyson.
"I'm sorry. The BBA doesn't really exist anymore. But we at the BEGA organisation would gladly take you in with open arms, Tyson," smiled Voltaire.
"Forget it Voltaire!" shouted Tyson.
"Huh?"
"Gladly welcome? As if! I don't know what you're scheming, but I do know this! I won't let you get away with it!" Tyson took his beyblade out from his pocket and showed it to Voltaire, a sign saying that he doesn't give up that easily.
"It's understandable that you feel this way," said Voltaire, letting his head hung slightly, "considering what happened in my un-honourable past. But BEGA is a world-class organisation. It upholds the ideal of beyblading."
"Heh, and I'm supposed to believe that," said Tyson, asking a rhetorical question.
"Come inside." Voltaire extended out his hand. "Let me show you."
Tyson challengingly accepted unaware of two pairs of crimson orb watching their every move.
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"Right this way," said one of the guards at BEGA organisation.
"Single file please," the other guard said as the Bladebreakers stepped into the large building.
"Wow, BEGA lobby is larger than the training room at the BBA," admitted Kenny, looking around the place. "Wow! They even have moving sidewalks," as the group stepped onto it, letting the moving elevator take them to the other side.
Throughout the small journey, from the lobby to the training facilities, Tyson never broke contact on Voltaire, never trusting him.
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The Bladebreakers followed by Voltaire, stepped into the training facilities from the elevator, they took after the sidewalks and gasped at the size and equipment held in one room.
"Look at this training room!" gasped Kenny. "You could fill a whole jet in here! Maybe two! They've got tons of equipment and on top of that with all the trainers around they get extra advice!" commented Kenny.
"This is wicked!" commented Rei.
"My mum's headquarters where she works with the PPB Allstars doesn't hold a channel in this facility," said Max.
"And this is only part of it! Educational training we provide our bladers includes things like good nutrition and 'eat and sleep' therapy. My goal is to establish similar facility to every major city around the world," explained Voltaire.
"Similar facility? Huh, don't you mean Beyblade soldier camp, Sergeant Voltaire?" mocked Tyson, still not believing his word.
"Don't jump to conclusion just yet, Tyson," said Kenny. "These BEGA trainees don't look like they're forced to do anything against their will."
"That's just exactly what he wants you to think, Kenny," smirked Rei. "He's pulling a fast one somehow."
Tyson walked up to Voltaire and said, "Nice try dude, but just admit it. You're up to something, aren't you?"
"Indeed, I'm up to something, but it's not what you think," nodded Voltaire, looking around at his business. "I'm a changed man."
The Bladebreakers all looked at him as if he had grown another head or two. They just couldn't believe his words. And neither does the sibling that is watching this whole thing in the shadows, unknown by everyone in the room.
"Just let me explain my mottos then you'll know why joining BEGA would be the best thing that ever happened to you."
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"After my villainous plans for world domination was exposed, my life was in shambles," explained Voltaire. "I wandered across the Siberian wasteland for weeks on end. I racked my brain to why my team lost and what I did wrong. My ravaged mind and frosted body suffered as I searched for the answers; it came out empty.
"I was at my lowest end, weary and ejected my travels I arrived at a small town on the outs curt of Siberia. My soul searching was fruitless. I was ready to forget about beyblading forever but in this small town, out in the middle of nowhere, I heard it. It was the sound of children beyblading, carefree and innocent, filled with enthusiasm. To my world, weary eyes it was an incredible sight. Their love of the game was pure, just like yours was, and still is.
"I was most beyond words and the answer I was searching for was right there, in front of my eyes! Finally I realised that beyblading was the bladers own will to do battle, to prove himself and to succeed!" cried Voltaire, tears stinging his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. This surprised mostly to the Hiwatari siblings.
"A player's individuality must be respected. Only when that happens can superior bladers rise from the masses and make their mark! The way I used to think, there's no surprise that I failed, to fill my wicked ambitions, I really did treat the bladers like soldiers, like mindless chess piece without souls. How foolish I was to be so arrogant and unthinking… the honour of the sport the virtual of the kids who play, the dreams of everyone. I trampled on them like a rampaging beast. So bad-mouth all you want, hold nothing back because I deserve every ill word you say about me! But I'm making my mends for what I did. It's the reason why this new organisation exists! It's why I organised Beyblading Entertainment Global Association: BEGA!"
Rayne winced at his words, obviously not believing any of it and buried her head on her brother's shoulder, trying as much as she can to block out all of her grandfather's words. Sure, he learned a lot when he's not thinking something cruel like his story, but once you are an evil mastermind, you remain an evil mastermind, until there's proof. As an FBI, Rayne Hiwatari has been given permission to kill her own grandfather, her own flesh and blood after a small discussion between her headquarters and her dead parents and they all came to an agreement to stop Voltaire's ways, and they all gave permission for our young heroine to do the job.
"All over the world, there were children who have unique talent for beyblading, but there are skills that are remained untamed because they haven't been exposed to the game. It's a tragedy, an extreme proportion which has to be rectified. Thanks to BEGA they have a place to beyblade in the best environment. Access to the most advanced beyblades, participation in extreme battles and all within a professional league that'll expands the globe. Don't you see? I did it for the children. That's why it is so important that you join this league, Tyson. If you, the world champion, involve in this new venture it would be an inspiration for the children around the world to become pros."
"That's enough!" Tyson gritted his teeth and turned away from Voltaire. "If you are such an angel now, hen how come you fired Mr Dickinson?" asked Tyson, taking a step forward in anger and making Voltaire take a step back in surprise.
"The truth is, all rebound company must be organised so I asked him to step aside," smirked Voltaire.
"Step aside? Why? He was good at his job," said Tyson.
"Indeed, as soon as my staff is confirmed, I want to hire him back as an honorary adviser," lied Voltaire.
Rayne couldn't take it anymore as she gritted her teeth hard. What she wanted to do now was to jump at her grandfather and beat him up into pulp if her brother hadn't hold her back.
"How generous of you," breathed Rei.
"Now are you satisfied that BEGA is worthy?" asked Voltaire.
"Not a chance," Tyson shook his head. "You can blab all you want, Voltaire, but you can't fool me for a second! You haven't changed at all. If anything you are as sleazier as a slime ball than ever for laying it on so thick!" insulted Tyson.
In the facility nearby, a large man wearing shorts and jacket over his vest, let go of the weight he was holding and stormed across the room, towards Tyson.
"You've got some nerve trying to pack it off as some good guy!" continued Tyson but he shut up as soon as someone grabbed his collar and pulled him off the ground. Everyone watched with intense interest.
"If this is to put Tyson on the coat rack, it's not a joke…" Tyson looked behind him and gasped at the giant behind him along with the rest of his teammates.
"Hey, quit it already," complained Tyson.
"Please be careful," screamed Kenny.
"Fun's over. Put me down! Now!" continued Tyson.
"That guy is huge!" breathed Max.
"You could say that again, Maxie!" nodded Rei.
The huge guy bend his arm that was holding Tyson so that he looked at him eye-level, face-to-face.
"Listen Tiny, have you got a problem with the head of BEGA?" he asked.
"Well, duh! You grey haired boss is the biggest crook I know!" answered Tyson. "Truth hurts huh?"
"You're wrong, pip-squeak, he's not a crook," said Crusher, the giant's name.
"Crook, crook, crook," argued Tyson.
"Apologise to Voltaire, now!" roared the giant.
"Fat chance that would be happening!" said Tyson stubbornly.
"You are impossible!" said Crusher.
"Who isn't nowadays?" muttered Rayne under her breath, causing Kai to smirk.
"Yup," admitted Tyson. Then he was let go, dropping to the floor.
"Let's settle this blader style," ordered Crusher, taking out his red beyblade.
"You're on!" accepted Tyson. "The bigger they are, the harder they fall, junior."
"Crusher's the name, in the game," the giant introduced.
"So you talk big too! Well talk is cheap."
"I'll let my beyblade do the talking," grinned Crusher.
"Gentlemen. A friendly exhibition match is I order," spoke Voltaire. "My staff will prepare the stadium immediately."
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'Typical Tyson! We get invited to BEGA's building and within minutes he gets into an argument with Crusher, one of their resident beyblader,' thought Kenny, as both Tyson and Crusher stood beside the dish, face-to-face, placing their beyblades into their launcher. 'Now they're gonna battle! This kind of things happen all the time.'
"Initiating performance scan," commanded Kenny, getting ready to analyse the battle, as he typed the buttons on his laptop and revering his camera to the beydish.
"This Crusher guy might be the real deal. Lets see how strong he is," said Rayne, to her twin brother. Both of them continued to stay put, as the battle got ready to commence. Rayne shortly glanced to her side where two other BEGA beybladers were on the balcony, watching the battle from above.
"This oughta be good," said the silver haired boy, who goes by the name of Garland.
Tyson placed his beyblade in his launcher and his ripcord in the launcher's key and got into position, as did Crusher.
Crusher undid his jacket and inside was all the pieces of metal materials. Bit-by-bit Crusher placed the metals together to make his launcher and let it rest on his right shoulder as he placed his beyblade inside it.
"That launcher is gigantic!" gasped Kenny. "It must weight a hundred pounds!"
"Talk about shoulder strength," grinned Kai.
"3… 2… 1… LET IT RIP!" both Tyson and Crusher shouted. Crusher pulled the trigger and his beyblade shot into the dish as Tyson pulled his ripcord, letting the beyblade spin into the dish. As soon as the beyblade landed safely in the beydish, Dragoon span around the dish in a fast spin as did Crusher's blade except it span in the opposite direction and his beyblade span slowly.
"For such a heavy dude, his shot is slow!" commented Rei.
"No argument there, Rei. For a defensive style of beyblade it's displaying a severe lack of trying."
'What is going on?' thought Tyson. 'Crusher can't be this weak? He's one of Voltaire's bladers.'
"No point in waiting around. Let's get rolling," smirked Tyson. "GO DRAGOON!"
And his bit-chip on his beyblade glowed bright blue and span slightly faster, heading towards an attack. But when it made contact, it made no damage to the red blade whatsoever, as Dragoon was flipped to the other side of the red blade unharmed.
'Whoa! He repelled me! That is some spinning force!' Tyson thought furiously, as a few sweat beads rolled down the side of his face.
"Check it out, Brooklyn," said Garland watching the match on the wide screen by the balcony. "He's light on his feet, his manoeuvring and dashing capabilities are good. No wonder he used to be the champion."
Crusher roared, getting his beyblade in gear.
"You called that an attack?" asked Tyson as both beyblades dodge each other's moves. The red beyblade banged itself against one of the metal pillars and continued to spin against it, destroying the bottom bit so that it no longer attach to the dish as it tumbled down. The bladebreakers gasped.
"It's about time Crusher showed his true powers," groaned Garland, getting slightly bored as his friend continuously watched the match lazily yet interested. "But even like that, it's not over. This battle has yet to be settled."
'With our experience of taking lots of surprise attacks, but there's no denying that Crusher is one of the powerhouses we have ever faced. Wasting that pillar proved it. It's like he wasn't even trying! How is that possible?' Kenny continued to thought as he check Crusher's database on his laptop.
"Rei, that boy sure is something," gaped Max.
"That's for sure. He's like a runaway tank crushing everything that comes in his path!" replied Rei.
'Sure Crusher's defensive ability is stunning. His sheer power, the destructive force. Most of all his beyblade isn't damaged by it,' Kenny's mind screamed as Crusher once again break down the metal pillar and destroy half of it, before leaping into the air, heading towards Dragoon in an attack mode.
"DRAGOON GALAXY TURBO ATTACK!" commanded Tyson. Dragoon dodged the beyblade that was coming to him and Crusher missed, but his beyblade span towards another pillar, breaking it down once again.
"Why is he feeling so much pressure in this battle?" asked Rayne. "It's like he's going head-to-head against a giant beast that's staring him down!"
"He battled millions of times, yet he never felt this pressure before," nodded Kai.
"What's wrong champion? Stop running and fight!" roared Crusher, taking Tyson out of his thoughts that were voiced by our dear Hiwatari Siblings.
"What's your deal, Crusher?" asked Tyson. "Why would anyone want to blade for someone with such a shady history as Voltaire? You must have some reason. What is it?"
"To become a professional," answered Crusher as his beyblade hit dragoon. "You can't make a pile of money, kid. Unless you are a pro beyblader."
His beyblade continued to hit Dragoon.
"Money? It's about Money?" repeated Tyson, surprised.
"You better believe. I need it for my sister!" roared Crusher as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Your sister?" repeated Tyson.
"Dragoon Galaxy turbo. If Tyson remains distracted and doesn't keep an eye on it…" said Kenny,
'Is this guy trying to psych me out? It's hard to tell. He has got some incredible powers, but there's something about him, that I can't put my fingers on!' thought Tyson.
"He's letting his mind wander," said Kenny as Dragoon got stuck between Crusher's blade and one of the metal pillars.
"I have to win this battle for my sister, no matter what!" said Crusher. "She's been in the hospital for months, but the treatment she needed was too pricey. There was no way I have enough to cover it from my job. And my family was counting on me to help her.
"I was at my wits end, angry and alone, but at that moment where everything could have been lost, a ray of hope entered my life… and his name was Voltaire.
"He recognised my problems immediately, he knew I had the strength to succeed but not the 'know-how'. Through BEGA Voltaire gave me the incredible sight that I needed. Now I'm ready to become a professional and make the money that I need to help my sister get well! She's the one I'm doing this for and why I should succeed!"
And with that, his beyblade got powerful, sending Dragoon crashing into the metal.
"Tyson!" cried Max and Rei.
"He's starting to buckle under the force of Crusher's attack. He can't hold on much longer," commented Kenny.
Crusher continued to channel his anger into his beyblade as the red spinning top pushed the white one against other metal pillars that were still standing.
"This guy has got spirit," said Rayne. "That's for sure."
"He's so determine to win, that's what giving him power. No one wreaks this kind of devastation unless he's pouring everything he's got, heart and soul," agreed Kai.
'Crusher may be blading for someone I don't respect, but I do respect him. For a newbie, he's a top notch competitor.' Tyson thought. 'But so am I.'
"Aaaaah!" roared Tyson, channelling his own powers to his beyblade. This made the ginger-haired boy Brooklyn smile. He got up from his position (he was leaning against the balcony) and left the room.
"Where are you going, Brooklyn? The match hasn't even finished!" asked Garland.
"Tyson is going to win," replied Brooklyn and he left the room completely.
"Is that so?"
"Trust me, it's already over."
"GO!" roared Tyson and Dragoon managed to flip the table over, sending the red beyblade towards the edge of the dish. The bladebreakers watched happily, as their teammate slowly got out of the trouble.
"Oh, he's made the combat!" cried Garland.
Slowly, bit-by-bit, with all the energy he has got, Dragoon finally pushed the red top out of the dish and passed Crusher, landing unbroken outside the stadium.
"I… lost," cried Crusher as he collapsed onto his knees. Dragoon stayed in the stadium for a bit before returning safely into Tyson's hand.
"Yeah, Tyson! Way a go!" cheered Max.
"Any other beyblader would have lost that battle," said Kenny. "But you, had Dragoon!"
"Yeah, but he took a beating though," said Tyson as he showed Kenny his burned beyblade. The bladebreakers gasped.
"The attack ring!" gasped Kenny. "Crusher smashed it. It's completely shot!"
"If that match had gone any longer, I don't know what would happen," admitted Tyson. "Guess I just outlasted him."
"I'd say, BEGA's trained their bladers, pretty well," said Max.
"They're not slacking, that's for sure!"
Suddenly someone clapped. "Splendid. That was an impressive battle, Tyson," clapped Voltaire. "And an excellent show of power, skill and passion; Highly entertaining. The reigning champion never fails to disappoint. Next time you battle here, I'll prepare a sturdier dish. Be honest with me now, the way Crusher battled, did he looked like a mindless soldier without a soul, who was being controlled by me?" added Voltaire.
"I'll extend my invitation again, for you to join BEGA."
"Don't do it Tyson! Don't you dare," Rayne gritted her teeth.
"Not for me, not for the organisation, but for the children out there whose future would be much brighter because of beyblading. Will you join us?"
Tyson took a step forward. "I'll give it to you straight, Voltaire. I didn't trust you before and I'm still not sure if I do, but there's one thing I know. Crusher is a passionate beyblader with a true fighting spirit too, because he didn't try to cheat."
"A good start," nodded Voltaire. "At least I made a favourable impression For you saying those things, makes me believe that one day you will join BEGA," Voltaire extended his hand out.
"Indeed," said Garland, as the crowd applauded and Tyson returned the shake hand.