The BladeBreakers flew to the Netherlands, determined to confront Sasha Alexander's father, the head of Alex Corporations, about arranging an official rematch. Robert had given them the lead, emphasizing that Alexander—known simply as Alex—was the gatekeeper they needed to convince.
Their journey to the Alexanders' mansion was picturesque, with vibrant tulip fields and iconic windmills dotting the landscape. However, the serene beauty of the Netherlands did little to ease the tension among the BladeBreakers as they approached the grand estate.
Upon their arrival, they were greeted by a stern butler who escorted them into the opulent mansion. The décor was a blend of modern luxury and classic European elegance, reflecting the vast wealth and influence of the Alexander family. They were led into a spacious study, where Alex awaited them.
Alex, a tall man with sharp features and a commanding presence, sat behind a massive mahogany desk. His piercing blue eyes scrutinized the group as they entered.
"So, you are the ones who think they can challenge my son," Alex said, his voice dripping with condescension. "What makes you believe you're worth his time?"
Tyson stepped forward, undeterred. "I'm Tyson, and I want a rematch with Sasha. I won't let our last battle be the end."
Alex chuckled, shaking his head. "Tyson and your loser friends... Why should my son waste his time on you? Win against someone you can actually beat."
The words stung, but Tyson stood his ground. "We've trained hard, and we're ready. Just give us a chance."
"Sorry, but you're a little twenty years too early to face off against Sasha. Besides, my son already beat you without breaking a sweat. There's nothing left for him to prove," Alex mocked.
"Why you..." Tyson growled, clenching his fists tightly.
"Tyson, calm down..." Kenny tried to reason with him.
"You had better listen to your little friend, boy. This is my home and my rules. If you have a problem with it, go submit a complaint to the BBA Association. I highly doubt they would do anything about it since I'm part of the board," Alex boasted. "So just go away and enjoy what's left of your dignity that Sasha didn't already ruin."
"I'm not leaving until I get my rematch!" Tyson barked.
The room grew tense as the BladeBreakers pleaded their case, but Alex remained unmoved. The argument escalated until finally, the door opened, and Sasha entered the study.
"Sasha!" Tyson exclaimed, his determination reignited.
Sasha glanced at his father, then at the BladeBreakers. "Father, stand aside. I'll handle this."
Alex looked momentarily concerned. "Sasha, are you sure? These kids aren't worth your time."
Sasha smiled confidently. "It's just a little warm-up for me."
"Warm-up?" Tyson's eyes flashed with anger. "Our rematch won't end like last time, Sasha!"
Sasha chuckled softly. "We'll see. Hopefully, your little training will provide more of a challenge."
Everyone gathered outside at Sasha's private battle dish, a state-of-the-art arena designed for high-stakes Beyblade battles. The tension was palpable as Tyson and Sasha took their positions.
"Let's see how much you've improved since you lost last time, Tyson," Sasha taunted, placing Blizzardion on its launcher. "Not that it will matter much; I already know the result," he added with a confident smirk.
"Don't worry, Sasha," Tyson spat back as he placed Dragoon on its launcher, glaring at his opponent. "Dragoon and I will show you we're not a cakewalk this time."
Sasha's smirk grew slightly, eagerly awaiting the battle.
"Three, two, one... Let it rip!" Both Beyblades launched with incredible speed. Sasha's Blizzardion immediately displayed its overwhelming power and speed, dominating the dish.
Tyson struggled to keep up but managed to utilize Dragoon's agility to evade Blizzardion's icy winds, making his Bey airborne to avoid the ground-based attacks. The BladeBreakers watched with bated breath as Tyson's Bey was still getting overwhelmed despite their weeks of training.
"This is bad... It doesn't seem like our training did anything," Max said, sweat dripping from his face as he watched Sasha's Bey completely overpower Tyson's.
"Don't say that, Max. It's way too early to tell, and plus Tyson still has his secret weapon," Rei reminded.
Kai, however, remained unconvinced by Rei's words, knowing Tyson was already at a disadvantage.
"What's the matter, Tyson? Is that all you've got?" Sasha mocked as he watched his Bey pushing Tyson's Bey against the corner of the dish, sparks flying by force. "So much for your training."
However, Tyson wasn't ready to throw in the towel just yet. "Dragoon! Hurricane Attack!" Tyson commanded.
Dragoon emerged from its Bey and began producing its hurricane attack, generating a powerful gust of wind that momentarily pushed Blizzardion back. For a brief moment, hope sparked in the BladeBreakers' eyes.
Sasha, however, remained unfazed. "Impressive, but I haven't even started trying."
The BladeBreakers exchanged worried glances as Sasha's body emitted a strong aura. He prepared to unleash Blizzardion's true power.
"Blizzardion, use Blizzard!" Sasha commanded.
Blizzardion's Bey blasted with tremendous aura as the towering ice dragon emerged from the Beyblade. It loomed over Dragoon before unleashing a powerful blast of icy wind. Dragoon was encased in a block of ice once more.
"Now, Blizzardion, shatter him!" Sasha's voice rang out with authority.
The ice dragon's attack shattered the ice encasing Dragoon, sending shards flying in all directions. "No, Dragoon!" Tyson dropped to his knees, stunned by the sheer power and ruthlessness of Sasha's command.
Sasha's father, Alex, looked on with satisfaction. "Well done, son. Show them their place."
Tyson remained on his knees, defeat etched on his face. Sasha approached him, his expression a mix of pity and superiority. "You're not ready, Tyson. Not yet," Sasha said, turning away. "Until then, go win your little tournaments."
Tyson gritted his teeth in frustration as he pounded his fist into the ground repeatedly.
The other BladeBreakers approached Tyson from behind, worried. "Tyson, it's okay," Max tried to comfort his friend.
But Tyson's confidence was shattered. "No, it wasn't, Max. I lost, and the worst part..." His gaze fixed on his broken Bey. "Dragoon's Bey is destroyed..."