A/N: Hey guys. So there will be a minor adjustment on how I spell the reader's bitbeast. From this chapter on, I'm going to spell it as 'LISIETSA' instead of 'LISITSA' since it is pronounced that way.

Chapter 3: Bryan vs Unknown Blader

"Today is the day of the final round that would determine the two finalists who would enter the World Championships as the Russian Tag Team representatives," a loud announcement was made through the PA system, stating that the final rounds were about to begin.

"In Block A, Bryan and a virtual unknown called '(Your Initial)'would be facing off! In Block B, we have Tala vs Spencer!" the announcer further elaborated on the battles that would be taking place today.

"Both battles will take place at the same time in two different wings. The battle for the Block A title would be held in the East Wing while the battle for the Block B title would be held in the West Wing of this building. So hurry up, you beyblade fans and head to the nearest wing!" the announcer announced enthusiastically over the PA system again as fans started pouring in through the bleachers in the stadium.

"This is it, boys. The time has come. Bryan, you know what to do," Tala said while looking at Bryan with a sideway glance.

Bryan nodded in affirmation, understanding what was expected of him.

"Yeah, just leave it to me," he said before walking off towards the East wing.

Tala looked as the grey-haired Russian walked away. Although Tala had faith in Bryan's skills as a blader, he couldn't help having doubts about what the outcome of the Block A battle would be. He wasn't fully convinced that Bryan would be able to take the Block A title easily. Tala stared on at his teammate who was walking the distance.

'Will Bryan be able to win this? It's too bad that we won't be able to watch his battle,'Tala thought to himself before he was interrupted by Spencer.

"Tala," Spencer called out as he looked at Tala expectantly.

"Right. Let's go," the redhead nodded before walking off towards the West wing along with Spencer.

The both of them walked in silence. As Tala walked, he could hear the same question in his brain, echoing over and over again. Was Bryan going to win? It was only natural that Tala felt concern for his teammate, especially with the fact that they grew up together. Again, he knew that Bryan was a violent blader that could throw off almost any opponent he battled with, but the problem was that the Lisietsa blade he was battling against had incomprehensible techniques that may cause him to get off guard. With that said, Bryan would have a hard time countering no matter how violent and aggressive he would be in battle.

Looking ahead, Tala narrowed his eyes as his thoughts were circulating in his brain. Spencer followed Tala without a sound, and as they walked through the hallway, they got nearer and nearer to the beystadium as they could hear numerous cheering that were coming from the direction they were headed.

"Do you think Bryan will win?" Spencer asked out of the blue, breaking the silence.

Although Tala was caught by surprise by that question, he showed no sign of astonishment. As if he was expecting the question, Tala smirked, masking his face with utmost confidence.

"Well, Spencer… I think you're forgetting that Bryan is quite the violent blader… However, there is a possibility that that unknown blader or whatever his name is, may use that light-blinding trick again. That's my only concern for Bryan, but knowing Bryan, he won't let something like that get to him," Tala replied Spencer, masking some of his own doubts.

"Besides, what you have to worry about is your match against me," Tala stated arrogantly before looking directly at the blonde.

"Hmph," Spencer smirked back before following the redhead into the beystadium where thousands of fans cheered as they entered.

Walking proudly to the other side of the stadium, Tala held his head up high. He walked up a flight of stairs and was before the dish in within second. Spencer was at the other side of dish ready with his launcher and blade.

"Well, Spencer. May the best blader win."

Meanwhile, in the East Wing, two other competitors walked into the stadium and sat at their respective benches. Seated on the bench, you tugged on your cape attached to your cloak to ensure that your face was partially hidden as to be extremely sure that Bryan wouldn't be able to recognize you since you had an unexpected encounter with the boys yesterday. From the other side of the stadium, Bryan glared at you, determined that he will crush you as he still felt anger towards your pompous attitude after Ian's match yesterday.

"Alright, bladers! Please take your places before the dish!" the announcer yelled out.

You looked forward before taking a deep breath.

"Let's do this," you muttered to yourself before getting up and heading towards the dish.

"Hmph," Bryan got up from his bench before he walked over to the beydish as well.

"Bladers! Get into position!" the announcer yelled once more.

"Your little trick won't work against me! Get ready for some torture," Bryan said in attempt to intimidate you.

He pulled out his pistol-like launcher before sliding the rip-cord in and attached his beyblade to his launcher before getting into launch position.

Looking in his eyes, you saw a sadistic glint in them, and you shivered involuntarily. However, you shook it off and kept your confidence in check as you pulled out your own beyblade and launcher.

"I'll be ready for that," you replied, earning a wicked smirk from Bryan.

"3…2…1…. LET IT RIP!"

The battle was now underway as you and Bryan were now at it. Bryan was merciless with his attacks and gave you no chance to counter. His green Falborg blade slammed at yours from side to side, grinding Lisietsa hard until it was cornered against the side of the beydish. You grunted as you felt yourself getting dizzier by the moment. What was happening to you? You had no clue what was happening until a broken piece of the stadium went flying towards you. Being aware of the flying hazard that was headed towards you, you jumped out of the way in attempt to dodge it, but it was too late as it scraped your cloak-covered shoulder, slicing the cotton material upon impact. Your shoulder was lightly bleeding as you clutched it, glaring at the blader in front of you.

"What the hell was that?" you yelled, slightly angered by that low-trick.

"There's a lot more where that came from," Bryan replied, ignoring your question entirely.

Taking a deep breath, you tried keeping your cool, knowing that panicking would not help you win this battle. Deciding to go in for the kill right away, you decided to attack him in an instant knockout. However, it was easier said than done as he left no room for you to slip away from his attack.

'I guess I have no choice but to use 'that' move again…. He's much tougher than Ian… I just hope I can pull this off…'you thought to yourself, not as confident as your face portrayed you to be.

You were faced with a gust of wind heading towards you, making you fall on your knees. Bryan looked at you, satisfied at seeing you at his mercy as you choked painfully. Wiping off the sweat that fell from your forehead, you growled before standing up as you looked back at Bryan. A smirk suddenly adorned your features and at that, Bryan frowned.

"Hmph, not bad! But I gotta tell you, that's pretty low! Well, it's time to finish this!" you yelled out as your blade whizzed past Bryan's blade.

Your eyes were keen as they followed every sharp turn Lisietsa took.

"Humph, quit blowing hot air, kid. You're finished! Falborg's going to destroy you! FALBORG, STROBLITZ ATTACK!"

"Hot air? Says -and-Arrogant over here. And you think that's raw skill?" you replied before yelling out an attack, "LISIETSA! It's now time. Hit him hard and finish him! SMERTELNO' ICE!"

Both beyblades collided into each other as your blade started beaming with a bright light, blinding everyone. However, the beam of light was intensified by the impact of both of the blades grinding against each other.

Although the chances of who the winner would be were at fifty-fifty right now, you couldn't help but feel confident that Lisietsa would pull through for you. Although you hated to admit to yourself that Bryan was actually quite the tough customer, you did realize that he was actually in fact tough to beat as he was prepared for all your attacks. No matter how much you dissed Bryan's skills, you had to admit that his skills were rather respectable. Now, it was all a matter of luck whether Lisietsa would be able to stay steady and win this round for you.

Bryan grunted and shielded his eyes, unable to look straight into the beaming light. He was unable to anticipate your next move with that light shining brightly. You closed your eyes, feeling the connection between you and Lisietsa.

'Lisietsa, attack him from every angle and finish him off while his blade is vulnerable or we might lose this chance to win,'you thought within your mind as you communicated with your bitbeast.

"LISIETSA! NOW!" you yelled out.

"What?" Bryan yelled out in surprise before growling in frustration as he was not able to see what was going on in the dish.

The light soon dissipated, and many loud gasps were sounded. Bryan's green eyes were widened at the sight of the beydish and so were yours. Everybody was now looking at the beystadium, unbelieving of the outcome.

"I already know who wins this battle."

Tala knocked Spencer's Seaborg out of the stadium, finishing off the battle. The referee soon announced Tala as the Block B victor as the crowd applauded. Despite Spencer's loss, Spencer still had a smirk on his face. Wolborg flew to Tala's hand and the redhead caught it before looking at his teammate that would come along with him as a substitute in their newly formed team called the Blitzkrieg Boys.

"Excellent. There's no way that the Blitzkrieg Boys are gonna lose this. When the World Championship battles start, we will be at the top of the heat. I guarantee it," Tala said before turning to look at Spencer who mirrored his confident face expression, "I think you and I should go congratulate the winners."

With that Tala and Spencer walked out of the West wing and headed towards the East wing to meet up with Bryan and congratulate him for winning the Block A title. After all, it should have been quite the beybattle with that mysterious unknown.

Arriving at the East Wing in the midst of the battle when Falborg and Lisietsa collided, Tala and Spencer were there just in time to witness the blinding light. Startled, they held their arms over their eyes in order to shield their eyes. As soon as the light dissipated, they heard the crowd muttering before they looked at both the bladers who stood up on the stadium. It seemed that both Bryan and Bryan's opponent look genuinely surprised from where they were standing. Wanting to get a closer look at the beydish, Tala turned his head and looked at the big-screen, narrowing his eyes as he did so.

Both beyblades were knocked out of the stadium by the force of the collision; however, Bryan's Falborg had stopped spinning while yours continued to spin. The referee had a closer look at the two beyblades and was confused on whether the battle should be done again or a winner should be decided based on this outcome.

The judges were then talking amongst themselves on what should be done in this situation. Tension was high as everyone waited for the judges' decision. Right now, Bryan was just shocked that he didn't win and although the winner of this battle was not decided yet, he couldn't help but feel aggravated that he tied to a rookie. Well, in his mind, he believed that it was tie since both beyblades were knocked out of the stadium at the same time. But he knew that if he had a shot at battling you again, he would wipe you out swiftly and claim victory. On the other hand, you were just hoping for the best as you crossed your fingers, hoping that you won. After all, your beyblade was still spinning even after being knocked out of the stadium. Right now, anything could happen. You knew that if you had to face Bryan in a rematch now, you might be at a disadvantage as you were almost out of juice after pouring every ounce of energy you had into that last attack.

Finally, after a long five minutes, the judges came to a conclusion and gave the announcer the results. You and Bryan stared at the referee that was about to announce the decision. The tension in the atmosphere was increasing with every passing minute as Tala, Spencer and all the spectators were looking at the announcer, awaiting the conclusion to this match.

A/N: Sorry about the length of this chapter. I know it's rather short and it wasn't supposed to be this short. I've been rather busy lately, but I'll make up for it by posting the next chapter soon. I actually have the next chapter half-way done, so it won't be long

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