D.J. Jazzman: And now it come to round 3!
Eein: Wow, numb nuts! That's a good one.
Miko: Thanks, now what...
Eein: We wait...
*The girls waited, and waited, and waited, until it was Eein's turn to battle.*
D.J Jazzman: And this battle goes to, Eein and Zeke!
Eein: Well, here I go.
*Eein walks into the arena and glares at a dark-skinned boy wearing a yellow jacket with tore off sleeves and a white WBBA shirt underneath and dark blue shorts that came down to his knees. He had black hair and one yellow streak of hair that stuck out. He clutched his yellow launcher and grip and glared back at Eein. Obviously, he liked the color yellow alot, and I mean, alot.*
Zeke: Hey, I'm Zeke!
Eein: Hey, I'm Eein!
Eein's Thoughts: Well, he seems friendly.
Zeke: Good luck Eein!
*He smiled sweetly.*
Eein: Good luck to you too!
Audience: THREE! TWO! ONE!
Both Eein and Zeke: LET IT RIP!
Eein: FREEZE TORI!
Zeke: ROCK CLEO!
*Cleo landed in the stadium and Tori flew across to the other side of the stadium, apparently to attack in mid-air. Tori slid down the slope and attempted to strike Cleo, Cleo quickly dodged and countered, sending Tori closer to the edge. Tori angrily charged at Cleo, again failing.*
Eein: Aah, I see, avoiding my beyblade to save the damage and attack me right after, slowly, slowing down my rotation.
Zeke: Not quite, close though.
Eein: Well, anywho, time for my special move! SUPREME POLAR CYCLONE!
Zeke: Nuhuhuh! PYRAMID DEFENSE!
*While Tori is exerting it's freezing winds, Cleo is protected by four triangular walls of rock that form a pyramid.*
Eein: WHAT!
*Tori stops blowing its winds and keeps its position. Cleo lets the walls seep back into the earth*
Zeke: NOW! ROYAL TAKEDOWN!
*An image of a beautiful Egyptian princess hovers over the defense type beyblade and thrust itself forcefully onto Tori, Cleo following. Tori wobbled and struggled to keep its balance.*
Eein: NOOO! I CANT STOP NOW! I PROMISED MIKO! ARTIC DEMOLISHING TYPHOON!
*A huge twister of freezing gust rose from the top of Tori's top side, sucking up Cleo and spitting it out on the outskirts of the stadium.*
Zeke: MAN! SO CLOSE! Any way, nice battle!
Eein: Thanks, and heads up, try using gloves or something to keep your hands warm when you pick up Cleo, it will hurt your hands because it's so cold.
Zeke: Thanks!
*Zeke puts on tan gloves and picks up his beyblade and walks out of the arena. As well as Eein.*
Eein: Such an energetic kid!
Miko: He's only a year younger than us...
Eein: Oooh, what ever.