Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade in any way. The only character I own is Marina as she's my OC. Any other references I make are purely coincidental.
Chapter 9: Rematch: Tyson vs. Tala
After three years, it was finally time for Tyson and Tala to have a rematch. Their last match had been during the Russian Tournament where Tyson won his first championship after defeating Tala.
In one locker room, Tala was sitting still in mental preparation for the match. Bryan, Spencer and Ian were chatting about their blades and which one was stronger. Marina was also deep in thought about her upcoming match with Kai.
"Marina, why are you so obsessed with defeating Kai?" asked Ian suddenly.
Marina looked towards Ian and he regretted asking immediately.
"It's my business, Ian."
He turned back to the conversation with Bryan and Spencer.
In another locker room, Tyson was getting excited.
"This will be great. I haven't gone against Tala since the Russian tournament. I saw his increased strength last year and I bet he's even stronger now."
"Calm down, Tyson. You're going to need to use everything to win." said Kenny as he finished working on Dragoon.
"I know, but I'm pumped for this match." said Tyson as he examined Dragoon's improvements.
"Without sounding unsupportive, I think Marina will be harder to beat than Tala." said Ray from the corner of the room.
"You're probably right. Once she had her power in control, she defeated Julia like she was nothing." said Max.
"If she has a problem with me, then she can try to deal with it. I don't care. I fight to win." said Kai.
Tyson looked towards his Russian friend with a look of shock, even though he expected nothing less to come out of Kai's mouth.
In the arena, Jazzman began to announce the first round of the finals.
"It's come down to Bladebreakers and Blitzkrieg Bladers. Last year it came close to the Russian team winning. Will they succeed in their second attempt?"
"Today we are using the Rocky beydish which despite the name is actually one big wide dish with a fairly smooth surface, similar to the earthy ground outside this stadium. Actually, in case you didn't notice, it's the same dish that Kai and Tyson battled in last year, just renamed and a little remodelled." said AJ.
"Nice speech, AJ. I almost forgot this was the final of the tournament, not a longest speech competition." joked Brad.
"Bladers, take your positions. Starting for the Blitzkrieg Bladers is the rough, reliable Captain…Tala!" announced Jazzman.
"Tala could be one of the toughest bladers in this tournament. Even without Wolborg backing him up, I wouldn't want to end up in the dish with him." said AJ as Tala's stats were shown.
"For the Bladebreakers, the World Champion, Tyson!" announced Jazzman.
"Tyson is your friendly blader. He always relies on his friends support and teamwork. Dragoon is also a friendly bit beast. As far as I'm aware, he has never shattered an opponent's blade." said Brad as Tyson's stats were shown.
"And now, 3…2…1…let it rip!" and the blades were released.
"Attack, Dragoon."
"You're a fool, Tyson." said Tala as his blade countered Tyson's attack.
"What? I see defence has become a bigger factor in your design." said Tyson smiling.
Their blades continued to collide and bounce apart. A couple of times sparks appeared.
"Wolborg, attack!"
His blade went up in the air and came down towards Dragoon, but Dragoon disappeared and Tala's blade landed on the ground with a smash.
"Darn him. Where did he go?" asked Tala annoyed as his eyes searched the dish.
"Is this something, Brad? Tyson is so fast that Tala has lost sight of him. Bad news." laughed AJ.
"Dragoon, now!"
Tyson's blade reappeared, but Tala got his defence up just in time.
"Tala, I know you can do this. Look for the weak moment and strike." said Marina to herself in slight annoyance.
"Tyson, this battle is not to your advantage." said Kenny desperately.
"Duh. I know that. My luck that every opponent has the advantage, but I can still pull through." said Tyson.
"Tyson, you must see that this is a waste of your time. You can try all you want. You won't win." said Tala.
"Tala, you know better than most not to underestimate your opponent. I'm still in this match!"
"For now, but you haven't seen my true power yet. Novae Rog!"
His blade lit up as the arctic wolf rose from it. It charged towards Dragoon, ready to freeze him.
"Nice try, dude. You can't beat me that way."
His blade avoided the attack, but Tala came back round. As Wolborg turned, the icy attack that had been released sent an icy chill round the stadium.
"Whoa, t-that will k-keep Tyson's c-c-concentration up." said Kenny shivering.
"Go for it, Tala! He's right where you want him!" cheered Marina.
Tyson was shivering as well. The problem was that as he weakened, so did Dragoon.
"Tyson, this is the way I want it, but at least make me break a sweat." said Tala and Tyson frowned. After all, this match wasn't easy for either of them.
"Tala, you think you can beat Dragoon by weakening me. Well, forget it; buddy, because me and Dragoon won't let some wind beat us."
"Okay, if that's the case. Wolborg! Novae Rog!"
As the freezing attack came again, Tyson decided to counter it.
"Galaxy Storm!"
The two attacks collided, creating a brilliant flash of light. Both players turned away shielding their eyes.
"Did he win?" asked Max.
As the light disappeared, everyone could see the amazing result. Both blades had stopped spinning.
"Tyson, you tried your best." said Kenny as Tyson picked up Dragoon and walked over to them.
"Yeah, but a rematch won't be possible. Take a look." said Tyson and he showed Dragoon to them. It was scratched and wrecked.
"No way." said Kenny.
"I think Wolborg is in a similar condition." said Tyson looking over at Tala.
"Well, Mr. Dickinson. How are we leaving this?" asked Jazzman.
"It will have to be left as a draw. Both blades have sustained too much damage. My decision is: the next round will decide everything. Just like with last year's tournament."
"Well, there you have it. In one hour's time. Yes, 60 exact minutes, we will find out the victor of this year's championship." announced Jazzman.
"An hour. That's long. What will you do, Kai?" asked Tyson of his nearly-always-annoyed team-mate.
Kai didn't answer and left to the team's locker room.
In the Blitzkrieg Bladers' locker room, Marina was focused on her match. Tala was trying to repair his blade.
"One hour, Kai. Make use of the time you have left." said Marina to herself.