"Tyson! Get up!!" Rei yelled from the lounge area. It was 10am in the morning. Kai had been up since 5 practising his beyblading moves. Kenny was updating his data on the other teams and beyblades in preparation for the tournament. Rei was reading the local paper, the comic section as his English wasn't too good and Tyson was still sprawled on his bed. He was awake but sleepy so he ignored Rei's calls. "Another 5 minutes," he mumbled quietly.

Max thought, 'Maybe I should get him up.' He couldn't think of anything else to do so he pounced on Tyson in his bed.

"Hey Tyson, you will miss out on breakfast if you stay here!" he said with a cheerful face, as always.

"k, k I'm up." Tyson said as he got up still tired.

Once he was freshened up the five of them went down to the restaurant for breakfast. As usual, Tyson had four times as much as everyone else. By this time everyone was used to it although they still commented and warned him of getting fat, to which he would reply with his mouth full, "I have a fast metabolism!"

After breakfast they all went to a park nearby where they saw a lot of kids battling each other in the many dishes they have there. It was a fine and sunny day and it was good to get out for some fresh air.

"Hey look," Kenny said and pointed to a large crowd of people gathered around a bey dish.

Tyson called out, "A battle! Let's watch!" and ran towards the crowd. The rest followed closely behind.

They made their way through the crowd so they could see what was going on and noticed two teenagers about their age facing each other for battle. There was a tall tough looking guy, tanned with long blonde hair with his launcher ready.

His opposition was an Asian girl with shoulder length black hair. She wasn't short but was dwarfed by the guy. She wore a white tank top with a strange symbol embroidered on the front, grey cargo pants and a black choker with matching cuffs. By the expression of their faces it was obvious that it was the guy that challenged the girl and she appeared to be quite confident.

"So, you've decided to go up against me eh?" she said, "Good luck trying to beat me, you'll need it."

"We'll see about that missy!" he replied.

And with that they both launched their beyblades. The girl's purple and black one against the guy's yellow one. At first they just spun around the dish none of them ready to make the first move.

"Attack!" The guy called out.

"You know what to do," the girl commanded. As soon as she said this her beyblade rammed into the yellow one and knocked it out of the dish. The guy was shocked and the girl smiled with satisfaction.

"Typical amateur," and with that she laughed a little.

"You go gal," another girl said and approached her. This girl turned a lot of heads, especially the guys. She was quite attractive with emerald green eyes and long wavy blonde hair. It seemed that she knew this too as she showed off her figure wearing a dark pink mini skirt, a cute pastel pink flowing top and white leg warmers on her legs.

An Aboriginal girl with brown eyes also cheered, "Yet another victory!" she was also pretty in a different way from the blonde. Her dark brown hair was tied into a high ponytail with lots of small plaits coming from it and it was kept away from her hair with a headband with the aboriginal flag design on it. She wore a long olive green peasant top and white flares.

A short girl with dark blue hair in a ponytail hidden under a red headwrap just smiled in approval and patted the Asian's back. She was short but she seemed confident. She wore a violet tee with a grey vest over it and 3/4 length jeans and doc martens.

"Hey, you there!" Tyson called out from the crowd, everyone turned to him, "I challenge you to a beybattle!"

A young boy who was standing next to him whispered "You've got to be crazy, you don't even have a chance against her, she's the captain of the Dark Angels!"

"Dark Angels?" Tyson asked, "Who are they, eh?"

The Asian girl chuckled, "Obviously you haven't heard of us, this is Sara," pointing to The Blonde, "This is Kylie," pointing to the Aboriginal, "this is Bella," pointing to the blue haired girl, "And I'm Ling, the captain of the Dark Angels. We're the best team in the South and we plan to win the Australian tournament. Still wanna challenge me?"

"Of course, I'm not gonna back out now!" Tyson stated.

"This should be interesting Tyson," Ling commented.

"How did you know my name?" a surprised Tyson asked.

Ling smiled a little and replied, "While you and your team were battling in the tournaments last year my team were training and doing research on other teams. And since the Bladebreakers won all the tournaments of course we would have found stuff on you guys."

"I see, so are we battling?" Tyson asked.

"To be honest, I'd be honoured to battle you-" Ling started.

Tyson interrupted, "All right!" and he got his launcher and blade ready.

Ling continued, "-However I have plans for the rest of the day. We'll battle tomorrow, same time same place, got it?"

Tyson was a little disappointed but he agreed anyway.

Back at the hotel they were all gathered around Kenny (except for Kai who leant against the wall looking cool, as always) who told them what he found out about the Dark Angels. "The Dark Angels are one of the best teams in the world. Everyone in Australia knows of them."

"You serious?! But they're all girls," Rei gasped.

"Don't judge them by their gender or their looks. They're called the Dark Angels for a reason. That captain wasn't kiddin' when she said that they are the best in the South. They've so far been undefeated! I can't believe I never heard of them before" Kenny exclaimed.

Tyson asked, "Anything I should know about the captain?"

"Hrm, let me check," Kenny replied and he skimmed through the data he had obtained, "Yes, here you can read it for yourself."

Tyson leant to see the screen:

Name: Ling Choy

Age: 15

Bitbeast: (Oxilibra) ox type

Next to the data was a picture of Ling. Tyson noticed the intimidating purple colour of her eyes. Her outfit of a white tank top and grey cargos made her seem like a tomboy and the matching cuffs and choker made her appear a bit gothic. He was nervous about battling her. She was so sure of herself and with good reason too.

Did he even have a chance against her?

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