CHAPTER 16: PROS AND EX-CONS
DK:dodges stuff that is being thrown towards her: I'm sorry! I'M SORRY! I know I know, I'm over a month late.
Rayne: Why?
DK: Because I had my Mock SATs, One week away from home and I was a bit of a lazy gut
Kai: Glad you have realised that.
Amber: Review time
SchoolBoredom: Don't cry :sniff sniff: You're going to make me cry. Two friends of DK's also got their fics deleted. You're not the only one. Don't cry, please.
Fluffy-Sidesick: Lucky you. DK only recorded the finals between Tyson and Kai up to the beginning of the rematch where Tyson go against Brooklyn.
SapphireSword: Yeah… but if Kai let go of Rayne and beat Voltaire up, Voltaire would be dead and it would be meaningless to continue the fic . And yeah I loved that episode. Kai won! GO KAI! GO KAI!
Kai: ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Minij Akane: I know I copied them too well. What else can I do? Oh well that criticism is going to be ignore if you don't mind. Glad you like the fic .
DK:is deadpanned: Four reviews? Only Four? Darkfangs! K-K! Where are you in those reviews? Oh yeah, I know Darkfangs can't… but K-K? Meh never mind.
Alexia: ;;; DK doesn't own anything that belongs to Beyblade except the Blade Angels and their bit beast along with Sergei.
Kai: Chapter 16 for you
We apparently were informed that Voltaire has created a major controversy around the world, was proposal to create a professional beyblading organisation. Although many people feel the time is right to elaborate beyblading to its rightful place in the world that grows sport, many others questions Voltaire's motivations. Especially enlighten the past of world domination.
Somewhere in the park near the BEGA headquarters, a newspaper was ripped in half. It had the picture of Voltaire on the FrontPage as well as the explanation of BEGA and Voltaire's motivation.
"Voltaire!" Tala's voice echoed.
"But the highly respected former world champion Tyson throwing his beyblade in the ring for Voltaire in the BEGA project, can success be far behind?" read Rayne.
Rayne Hiwatari was in her bedroom, lying on her bed, the latest newspaper in front of her. There were also her twin brother Kai who was leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest; Anya was sitting on a chair, listening intensely at the news as well as Boris, who placed himself on a spot on Rayne's bed.
"I was afraid this would happened," said Boris.
"Yeah, me too," sighed Anya.
"It's obvious!" cried Rayne, throwing the newspaper to the floor in frustration. "Tyson is being used by Voltaire, to win trust of all the people he wronged."
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Voltaire laughed as he sat down on his chair, in his new office at BEGA headquarters with Garland standing in front of him, blocked by Voltaire's desk.
"The news of Tyson going pro has sent ripples through the beyblading community just as I knew it would. But not even I for sure just how effective my plan could be! We've been flooded with calls from beybladers all around the world, wanting to sign up," grinned Voltaire.
"The number of beybladers are irrelevant, Voltaire," said Garland. "It's talent that counts here. The fact is that Tyson was better than I thought initially."
"He's perfect," said Voltaire. "So why do you make it sound like a bad thing?"
"Beyblading is not a soul sport, Voltaire. We need to pair up Tyson with an opponent who can present a real challenge to him,"
"Aah, yes. I see what you are saying. Don't worry Garland, you'll get your chance, and so will Brooklyn," nodded Voltaire.
"Thank you, sir. I guarantee that Brooklyn and I will give Tyson a run for his money, that he will never forget," smirked Garland.
"And how is Brooklyn these days, Garland?" asked Voltaire.
"I don't know," he answered. "Brooklyn doesn't like to be tied down by anyone, sir."
Back at the Dojo where Tyson, Alexia, Max, Amber and Kenny decided to stay, the group along with a girl called Hilary were all sitting in a circle inside one of the rooms, heaps of the latest newspaper stacked up in the middle.
"Tell me, Max. What does the All Starz think of going pro?" asked Tyson, lying down on the ground.
"Hmm…" was the answer he got from the blonde as he racked his brain, trying to remember what his mother said.
"Umm, pretty much said that everyone at the PPB headquarters like the idea of the becoming a pro, but then they don't really think it's such a good plan to have such an untrustworthy guy like Voltaire," replied Amber.
"Exactly!" cried Alexia.
"It sure sounds like we're on the same page here," said Tyson, sitting up.
"The bottom line is that going pro is an appealing prospect," said Kenny, folding up the last piece of newspaper he has been reading.
"But is Voltaire for real, or is this just another evil ploy?" asked Tyson.
"Well then, it's just going to have to be our job to find out," said Alexia.
"It's too bad Rei and Kai aren't here," smiled Max, holding up a piece of folded newspaper he made.
"Yes, it would be nice to get some advice from them on how to deal with Voltaire," agreed Kenny. Max held one end of the newspaper fold and threw it in the air, making a devastated sound that made everyone in the room jumped. But there was another sound that joined young Max's trick as they all looked at the door altogether.
The door opened a man wearing a blue suit appeared.
"Excuse me," he said. "But which one of you is Tyson?" he asked.
"Hey! Who are you? And what's the big idea?" growled Tyson.
"Listen, if it's true that you are going pro, we would like to offer you a sponsorship contract," said another salesman in brown suit.
"A sponsorship contract?" repeated Hilary.
"For what kind of product?" asked Kenny.
"Good question," said the third salesman, wearing a purple suit. "How about you kids work in a commercial for mustard?"
"Mustard?" repeated Max and Amber together. They both stood up. "I like Mustard!" they beamed.
"Sign up with us and you'll also will have your won special delivery of hats, clothes, bags and other merchandise. How about having your own face on a t-shirt?" answered the first salesman.
"I don't know," admit Tyson. "This sounds kinda weird."
"My face on a t-shirt?" repeated Alexia.
"I have to admit, it's an attempting offer," sweatdropped Hilary. "My own clothing line?"
"You bet!" encouraged the brown-suited man. "And that's just a the tip of the iceberg."
Alexia couldn't hold it any longer as the adeline inside of her grow stronger for thes useless products, sponsorship and commercial. "SOLD! Sign me up men, because I'm your gal! I knew my day would come and now it's here," cried Alexia making her friends gape at her.
"What's the deal y'all," said Grandpa, opening the second door, making the people in the room scared out of their pants. He walked up to the salesmen.
"Hi," said the first man. "It's a pleasure to meet you. We were just in the middle of negotiating."
"Negotiate this, you pompous!" said Grandpa, taking out his Kendo stick. "Or maybe you dudes want to might to stick around for one of my full contact training session," he grinned, as the salesmen becoming scared took affect.
"Oh no thank you. We must really be on our way," said the brunette, as they took a few step back.
"Oh but I insist," smirked Grandpa. "Stand very still," he commanded as he lifted his kendo stick above his head with two hands. The salesmen all dropped down onto their backs outside, out of fright and quivered as if they had ants in their pants.
"OK, Don't!"
"And hit the ground!" cried Grandpa, shutting the door in their face.
"We're really sorry," bowed Amber. The gang all sat down in a line in front of Grandpa as he punished them
"Yeah," agreed Hilary. "We'll never allow our youthful mind be corrupted like that again."
"Grandpa, it's not like we invited them, or anything," said Alexia.
"Dudes like them don't need an invitation," lectured Grandpa. "They rather pounced on you hard when you least expected it."
"Still, it's not our fault," argued Tyson.
"That's where you're wrong, my man," said Grandpa. "These people are leaches. They plant on anyone who shows a spark of attention. They don't care about your careers, they just wanna sell more of their bogus products."
"Hey! Wait!" cried Hilary. "They were really friendly!"
Grandpa made a yelling sound, resulting in the young bladers hung their heads.
"What's so wrong about making new friends when we're thinking of going pro?" asked Alexia.
Listen up dudes! When you are on top, everyone totally wants to hang out with you," lectured Grandpa. "Be your friend. A true friend will stand by your side, even when you're down in the dump."
"OK, I get it," said Hilary, folding her arms across her chest.
"Word up!" cried Grandpa. ""Just remember that going pro comes with a whole new set of awesome challenges and you'll have a friend with a knowledge to guide you."
Everyone gasped.
"He means…" moaned Kenny.
"We forgot about Rayne," said Max.
"Of course! Who would be better to ask an advice than to our coach!" Kenny wobbled after his say.
"That's it!" cried Tyson.
"The perfect plan," agreed Alexia.
"Let's go, chief!" said Amber.
"Tyson, my legs are asleep. Can't we wait until they wake up?" asked Kenny, and grandpa chuckled to himself.
Down at the park, near the huge water fountain, lay a chubby man, wearing a grey suit under his brown jacket and a matching grey hat. In his hand were a pack of birdseeds as pigeons surrounded him nearby his feet. Mr Dickinson threw a handful of food to the birds while was deep in thought, until someone mysterious approached.
"Hey, Mister," said the mysterious boy. "Can you spare some of that birdseeds?"
Mr Dickinson looked up at see who spoke and met a boy who had ginger hair and bright green-blue eyes.
"Sure," smiled Mr Dickinson. "Here, take as much as you like," he passed the packet of birdseeds to the boy.
"Thank you," said Brooklyn, taking the bag and holding out a handful of birdseeds in the palm of his hands.
"So, do you enjoy feeding the pigeons?" asked Mr Dickinson. Brooklyn looked back to the old man.
"Yes, I do. These creatures fascinate me. The way they soar above the world."
"Yes indeed. It would be wonderful to loose yourself in the cloud one day," said Mr Dickinson dreamily as he looked up at the sky. He looked back to the boy in front of him and gasped. More pigeons had arrived; one of them was standing on his hand, eating the seeds from his palm and another was standing on his shoulder.
"What trust," said Mr Dickinson.
As we looked back, we found ourselves back with the gang in the pathway, surrounded by trees.
"Rats!" cried Alexia. "Why can't I find Rayne when I actually need her help,"
"Maybe we're looking in the wrong place," said Tyson.
"This is where he always comes to when he wants to be along with his thoughts," said Alexia, as she and her twin looked around them.
"Have you noticed that we haven't seen her nor the others since you told you about your visit with Ming-Ming?"
"Yeah, I was just assuming that she was taking a little break to recharge," said Alexia thoughtfully.
"Hey guys!" cried Max, as he, Amber and Kenny ran up to them.
"She's not back there," said Amber.
"Do you have any luck yet?" asked Kenny.
"No haven't seen a trace of her," said Alexia.
"So where haven't we looked yet?" asked Hilary.
"Tyson!" someone cried. The gang turned to see the demolition boys, Tala in front.
"Tala," gasped Tyson.
"Bryan, Ian and Spencer too," smiled Max.
"It's the Demolition Boys," cried Kenny.
"We're just passing through," nodded Tala. "See ya."
"Tala, wait a second!" cried Alexia. "You guys know, right?"
"About Voltaire?" asked Ian.
"We're having trouble making up our mind. But you guys know him, so maybe you can help us out. Is Voltaire telling the truth when he said he reformed?" asked Tyson.
"Tyson!"
"I'm serious, Tala. I think I'm ready to take the next big step and go pro. But how can I be sure that Voltaire isn't setting up a trap!"
"You must never trust Voltaire," answered Ian.
"That's right. Which is why we're planning on taking the pro league down, once and for all!" smirked Bryan.
"Problem solved," smiled Spencer. "Now you don't have to worry about Voltaire or going pro."
"But if you want an answer to your question, follow your heart," said Tala.
"Thanks," said Amber.
"You have to understand. We can't let Voltaire shatter anymore hopes and dreams of many other beybladers, like he did to us," said Ian.
"He's serious?" asked Kenny.
"Looks that way," said Hilary.
"Good to see you guys," said Tala as he turned around. "We've got worked to do," and the demolition boys made their way to the BEGA headquarters.
"Tala! Wait! Maybe we should come too?" said Amber.
"No way! Our past between Voltaire and us is none of your business. We have to settle the score by our selves. One way or another, Voltaire is going down, and so will his so call pro-league," cried Tala as he and his former team continued to make their way.
"Oh boy," sighed Tyson.
"Well, good luck then!" cried Amber, worriedly.
"Make sure you leave us some butts to kick," shouted Alexia, earning a wave from Bryan.
"Tyson! Maybe we should do something," said Hilary.
"They're really going to try and shut down the league?" asked Max.
"Tyson?"
"Yeah, I know, I know," he cried. "Damn, I really need Rayne's advice! And she's nowhere to be found!"
The security of the BEGA league all turned to the front entrance as the redhead, a lilac-haired, a shirt boy and what seems to be a bodyguard all barged into the building through the automatic doors of the entrance of BEGA headquarters. At first they didn't do anything until the Demolition Boys were halfway down the front lobby, did the security came over and tried to stop them.
"Hold it right there!" said one of the security guards. "You can just- OOF!"
Tala pushed the guard away from him when he blocked their way. He lifted his head to look at the top floor and called out, "VOLTAIRE! I know you're here!"
"You have to make an appointment," another guard said.
"Back off!" growled Bryan, pushing another one out of his way. Soon the Demolition boys were fighting their way through the security; until a voice cried out.
"Enough! I SAID ENOUGH!"
They all turned to see Voltaire leaning against the railings of the balcony, with Garland behind him.
"Voltaire!" cried Tala.
"Tala," he smirked. "It's been a long time, hasn't it? But I always knew you would seek me out eventually." He chuckled evilly. "I'm flattered,"
"No way!" growled Spencer.
"You're finished dude," said Bryan.
"Wait!" Tala called out, stopping his friends, before turning to the elder Hiwatari.
"We know you're doing another scam, Voltaire. And we're here to put a stop to it."
"You must mean my new BEGA professional League," grinned Voltaire. "I would be happy to allow you and your team to join. It would make the BEGA league much stronger."
"Forget it!" cried Bryan.
"There won't be a BEGA league. We're not going to give you the chance to corrupt the beybladers ever again!" growled Tala. "As long as you're involved, nothing about the pro league can ever face the value of. There's always a motive!"
"Can't you just accept that I have change? Can I turn over a new leaf?" he asked.
"Nice try! But evil doesn't change, they just wear a new face!" said Spencer, always to the point.
"Bring your strongest and most skill beyblader you've got and you're disposal! We'll show you that we mean business!"
"Or maybe you don't wanna interrupt their ballet lesson," mocked Bryan.
Garland chuckle.
"I see you are determined to play this out. So I guess I do not have a choice but to honour your request for battle," sighed Voltaire.
"Believe me, we waited a long time for this," Tala said, fisting his hands.
"The let us begin," and he walked away after that.
We now find ourselves back into the training room where Tyson and Crusher had fought over a week ago, where Voltaire had prepared a dish.
"Welcome to BEGA's training facilities, where we have three trainers ready to battle you," announced Voltaire.
"Really? Just three?" smirked Spencer.
"I was expecting a whole army. They're really aren't worth the… effort," joined in Bryan.
They may not look like much, but I assure you that they are one of my… top-level competitors. You should never estimate them."
Tala walked up to the dish. "Let's just get this over with," he requested.
The six beybladers all got into their position and placed their beyblades in their launcher. Voltaire raised a finger, signalling for the counter.
A computer voice erupted. "Starting countdown. 3… 2… 1… LET IT RIP!"
Six beyblades were launched and they all landed onto the dish.
"Yeah! This is what you get for messing with BEGA!" cried a short redhead punk.
"Falborg! Go in for attack, fast and hard!" commanded Bryan.
One a rusty ground, Spencer was going against the little short stumped.
"Let's just see how good your team really is," grinned Spencer.
You better be careful what you wish for," said the redhead in a singsong voice.
One another rusty ground, Ian was going against a bulk guy with a bandana on his head.
"Nice shot! Now I know why your team is in second place of the tournament," he said, sweat beads showing on his forehead.
"I didn't come all this way to idle in chit-chat. Stop wasting my time" screeched Ian.
"You got it," agreed the guy.
"Let's give them a show!" jumped the cranky redhead. "Snappy Claw!" he commanded.
"My turn," said the green head. "Poison scorpion Sting!"
"Blue rider! Yeah!"
the three beybladers increased their speed, circling around the demolition boys beyblade, making a small whirlpool. Using the water to their advantage, the BEGA team pushed their beyblades up into the sky. But like Rayne always say,
"What goes up, Must come down," she smirked, watching the battle in the audience seat unnoticed.
The three beyblades came crashing down, landing on the rusty ground of the beydish, and making dust cover the scenery. But once the dust cleared off, the three BEGA beyblades were wobbling while the demolition boys were unharmed. The boys gasped, noticing that their attack had no affect on them whatsoever.
"Is that all you got?" smirked Tala, watching the battle from the sideline, as it was three-on-three beyblade battle.
"I guess it means it's our turn," grinned Bryan.
"ATTACK!" screamed Spencer.
"DO IT!" screeched Bryan.
"Look out!" cried the bandana head boy. (:P)
The demolition boys beyblade left the rusty ground and circled the beyblades on water like it happened before.
"It's all over," said Tala, as the beyblades made their way to one end of the dish.
"Seaborg!" cried Spencer. (If you know what Spencer's Bit-beast name is, let me know ASAP)
A whale like fish soar up from the water, and clamped his mouth over one of the BEGA's beyblade as if he was eating it.
"FALBORG! ATTACK!" cried Bryan.
A lightning beam hit through the second blade, tearing it apart into little pieces.
"LET'S GO!" screamed Ian. The bandana boy let out a cry of help as Ian's beyblade whizzed through the dish, hitting the beyblade, sending it out of the dish.
"I knew they would easily defeat my training squad," nodded Voltaire, to Garland. "But I underestimate their power."
The Demolition Trio raised their hand up in the air as they retrieved their beyblade from the dish and turned towards Voltaire.
Tala raised his index finger, pointing at Voltaire.
"We've been building up our strength and skills and anticipate the day we take you down!" announced Tala. "Even the championship, were merely just a warm up for this!"
"Man, do they have a bad one for you," said Garland, keeping an eye on Tala. "What did you do to them anyway?"
"Never mind," snarled Voltaire.
"Yeah, I guess it's none of my business what kind of person you were before. All that matters is that you're a change man now."
"Exactly," nodded Voltaire. "But Tala and his friend won't let that stop them destroying the BEGA league."
Garland, bent his knees and placing a hand on the balcony top, he jumped over and landed gracefully onto the ground where Tala was, using the acrobats he learnt.
"You boys ready for a real challenge?" he asked, advancing towards them.
Outside this whole tension business between the Demolition Boys and Voltaire, we return back into the park where our beloved Bladebreakers were sat on the grass near the bridge, thinking over if they should help the Demolition Boys or not.
"I don't know," sighed Kenny. "Maybe we should have gone with Tala."
"But, chief, they didn't really leave us much choice," argued Max. "Tala doesn't want anyone else getting involved in his private business with Voltaire and the BEGA league."
"True," agreed Kenny.
"So we just stay away, right?" asked Tyson, his chin resting on the palm of his right hand, which is leaning against his knee.
"I guess so," breathed Rei.
They all sighed in relief.
"Hey! Look! There they are!" cried someone. The bladebreakers all turned to see the commotion behind them when they bumped into the commercial men again.
"You again?" cried Kenny, standing up.
"Yes. And this time we brought the iron contract!" grinned the blue-suit man.
"No way! Last time we listened to you, we had to sit for two ours of lecture from grandpa!" huffed Hilary.
"Hey! No need to get snippy. Hilary," said Rei, sweatdropping while calming the angered Hilary.
"We don't want our face on the merchandise anymore because it won't make us anymore better!"
This has definitely caught Tyson's attention as he realised the solution.
"You're right, Hilary," he said. "It won't make any difference. We won't be better. We'll just stay the same," he grinned.
Everyone looked up at him as if he had grown another heads or something.
"Just because we're going pro doesn't mean we have to change the way we do things!" continued Tyson.
"Hey, yeah!" cheered Max.
"We'll have a new name, but we're still the same on the inside."
"Tala," breathed Hilary.
"Hey! Let's go and give him a hand!" suggested Tyson.
"Cool, sounds like a plan to me" nodded Max, getting up.
They all got up and ran as fast as they can towards the BEGA headquarters, leaving the three business men on their own, calling out to them,
"WAIT! SIGN HERE!"
Back at BEGA headquarters, the battle hasn't even started, as Garland got ready.
"I'm guessing this is our next challenge?" asked Bryan.
"More than that," answered Voltaire. "If you defeat Garland, then I'll grant your wish and dissolve the BEGA league."
"What!" frowned Ian.
'It's not like Voltaire to make that kind of deal. Unless he's positive he's going to win,' thought Tala.
"How can we be sure that this is on the level?" asked Bryan.
"You have my word!" grinned Voltaire. "But there's a flip side to my offer. If Garland somehow defeat the three of you, then you must join the BEGA pro League."
The boys were gob-smacked at this offer.
"What?" screeched Ian. "No deal!"
"I consider retiring beyblade than work for you, Voltaire!" growled Tala.
"I'm ashamed. Well, I guess our work here is complete," nodded Voltaire. "Drop by anytime."
"Fine, we'll leave!" agreed Yuriy.
"Tala," gasped Spencer.
"Wait," Garland spoke. "You've been kind enough to demonstrate your skills for me. And I'd like to return the favor, by demonstrating my own skills against you… and… you." Garland pointed at Bryan and Spencer. "I'll take you both on at the same time too."
"You think so, huh?" Spencer retorted.
"We don't need your charity," said Bryan, getting his launcher ready. "I'm more than strong enough to handle you, dude."
Garland also got his launcher ready, placing his beyblade on it.
"As you wish," he said.
"LET IT RIP!" screamed Bryan, launching his beyblade onto the dish they used against the three members of BEGA trainees. Garland also launched his beyblade and they both met in mid air before bouncing of at the edge of the dish.
"No way," gasped Bryan.
His beyblade landed onto the thin layer of water in the dish as Garland's beyblade landed on the piece of rock, a good distance between them.
"That attack has little effect," said Spencer. "This guy is tougher than we thought." Spencer pulled out his launcher.
"Spencer?" called Ian.
"This battle is way too important to slip through my grasp!" and with a yell he launched his beyblade into the dish to help out Bryan. His beyblade landed on the rock near Garland as Falborg circled them.
"You ready Bryan?" asked Spencer.
"Yeah!" screamed Bryan.
Behind Garland, the entrance door opened and the Bladebreakers (minus Kai of course) returned.
"Tala!" gasped Tyson, as he and the gang saw the battle going on.
"Wow! Awesome!" breathed Max.
A blue beyblade span across the water part of the dish as Spencer screeched, "Seaborg!" A green beyblade hit the side of the dish, flying in the air as Bryan called out "Falborg!"
Garland could only chuckled as he watched the two bit beasts lunching towards his beyblade.
"Watch closely," he said, his aura rising. "And witness true power."
Tala eyes widen slightly.
"RADIANT THUNDER!" commanded Garland. His bit beast flapped its wings as it sent out small thunder balls. Spencer and Bryan could do nothing but watched as their beyblade got out of the dish. Tyson watched from the sideline, eyes also wide.
Once the brighten room, lit by the thunder, cleared out, Tala noticed the dish had one beyblade spinning. And that belongs to Garland as both Falborg and Seaborg stopped spinning on the ground of the dish.
"But how?" breathed Tala. "So much power!"
"That went even better than expected," smirked Voltaire.
"So! I guess that just leaves the two of us, huh Tala?" grinned Gaarland. "Unless of course you lost your taste for battle."
Tala lifted his head and growled at Garland.
DK: WEE! I finished! Finally!
Rayne: Attention! There will be only two more chapters before this story comes to an end. Please watch out for the sequel, which will hopefully come around summer tim as DK has to concentrate on her exams.
DK: That reminds me, I must do those two last chapters… and fast! Although the last chapter might be split into two parts You never know, I might, I might not.