The sound of stats being broadcast across the globe had begun to phase out, several seconds of silence taking their place. Another day of high stakes battles had come to an end and once again the fans had found themselves coming together to cheer on their favorite Beyblading teams. All eyes seemed to currently be on Barthez Battalion, the current fan favorite who had taken the place of The Majestics, who had battled for Europe the year before. Their loss had stunned fans, who now watched the newcomers take win after win in a true underdog tale.
Now, the world waited for The Majestics to tell their story live and on air, an exclusive interview that all of Europe and most of the world would be listening in on. How had they possibly lost?
DJ: I appreciate the four of you joining us today for this exclusive interview, with Barthez being the current talk of the competition I feel like the world has been waiting to hear your side of things.
Oliver: This room is tiny.
DJ: Ehh… Sorry about that, when you travel as much as we do you learn to take what you can get.
Oliver: I would never accept something like this…
Johnny: Oliver, shut your yap.
A grunt could be heard in the microphone as the mild bickering died down.
DJ: Anyway, moving on. As we all know, The Majestics did enter the qualifying competition for this years world championship hoping to represent Europe-
Enrique: Actually, Europe has two representatives this year. F Dynasty is from Spain, not really sure how that happened.
Robert: I suppose they represent the southern area?
Enrique: I'm part of the southern area.
Robert: There's a girl on their team, asking you to join would have been a liability.
Enrique: Your hair is a liability.
Johnny: You're one to talk, you aren't even a natural blond.
Enrique: Shove it, fire crotch.
DJ cleared his throat harshly in an attempt to bring everyone back on topic and then proceeded to laugh uncomfortably through the mild banter.
DJ: I've been told that the four of you have some concerns in regards to your situation, would you care to elaborate?
Oliver: It's a complicated situation, we don't really have any proof that anything out of the ordinary happened, but-
Johnny: We don't have any proof? Our blades were tampered with days before we were supposed to compete in the qualifiers!
Oliver: Can you please stop screaming? I'm four feet away from you, I can hear you just fine.
DJ: What do you mean tampered with?
Robert: We aren't completely sure what happened. We were forced to make several complicated fixes in regards to our Beyblades. Parts not working the way they were supposed to, issues with engine gear…
DJ: And everything had been fine before?
Robert: To my knowledge, yes.
DJ: But you were able to get everything fixed before the qualifiers?
Enrique: Oliver is the one who fixed everything, he's weirdly good at that stuff.
Johnny: I'm not completely ruling out him being part of the reason that we lost, we should have gone to a professional.
Oliver: I'm not letting some stranger touch my beyblade. Besides, I already told you that I got everything in perfect working order. I know what I'm doing.
Johnny: I suppose that's why you lost us the first match?
Oliver: I don't recall you doing any better.
Johnny: You wouldn't, you don't pay attention to anything when you aren't the center of attention.
Oliver: I've been a part of Mensa since preschool; I'm telling you that my mechanical abilities have absolutely nothing to do with our loss. The mechanics didn't even malfunction while in the stadium. Everything was working top notch.
Johnny: Oh please, you don't even know how to work a dishwasher.
Oliver: I do so!
DJ: So what do you suppose happened?
Johnny: Those Barthez guys messed with our blades. They were too afraid to take us on fairly- not that I blame them, so they went a different route. It seems pretty obvious to me.
Robert: Johnny, we can't just accuse someone of cheating without any proof.
Johnny: Our blades were fucked with right before we were supposed to take those guys in the qualifiers, how much more proof could we possibly need?
DJ: Language, please.
Johnny: Like I give a damn. Look, we all know what happened and I'm not gonna take it lying down. They don't call me The Gladiator of Glasgow for nothing.
Oliver: Nobody calls you that.
Johnny: And what are you planning to do exactly? Give up? Did you pack your white flag?
Oliver: You're impossible.
Johnny: You're all pathetic, they cheated and you know it. When I went to attack I was flung out of the stadium without ever even touching that kids blade, it was like an invisible force field had stopped me.
DJ: Can you elaborate?
Johnny: Not much else to say, I was going to attack and suddenly I was out of the stadium, Oliver too.
Robert: Unfortunately, it's hard to know exactly what happened. That's why we agreed to an interview, we're hoping our questions get answered.
Enrique: And so the ladies can listen to me speak, I have a voice smoother than butter.
Johnny: And an arse harrier than a damn musk ox.
Enrique: If you don't shut your mouth then I'm gonna shut it for you.
Johnny: I'd like to see you try. Wanna spend the night in the hotel hallway again?
Robert: Johnny, we can't keep getting kicked out of hotels, we have a limit on decent housing options around here and I'm not staying anywhere less than five stars. There isn't even a presidential suite where we currently are.
DJ: Excuse me?
Johnny: Enrique got us kicked out of the hotel. He was in the hallway in his skivvies.
Enrique: You pushed me into the hallway!
Johnny: No one was going to sleep if I didn't, you snore louder than a damn pipe organ.
DJ: If we could get back on the topic of your lost match-
Enrique: What do you want me to do about that? It's not like I can hear myself, I'm sleeping.
Robert: The both of you need to stop bickering, you're embarrassing yourselves.
Johnny: I don't need to do jack shit, you're the one making us look bad by refusing to acknowledge that those guys cheated. You didn't even fight in that match. In fact, I can count the amount of times you got off your ass this entire tournament.
Robert: You and Oliver volunteered, if I had known you would lose I would have gone in your place and we wouldn't be having this conversation in the first place.
Johnny: You also sat out when we fought that team from Poland.
Robert: I already explained that to you!
Enrique: I offered to fight too.
Oliver: You didn't even watch the battle, you were too busy being turned down by that Fernandez girl.
Enrique: Like you're one to talk.
The sound of a microphone being handled caused an unpleasant muffle to make its way through the speakers before Enrique's voice became louder and more pronounced.
DJ: Please don't touch-
Enrique: Oliver made out with one of the Spanish twins. Take a wild guess which one!
Oliver: Enrique!
Enrique: It was the brother.
Oliver: I told you that in confidence!
DJ: This topic feels extremely inappropriate. We're supposed to be discussing your lost match, not your teammates preferences…
Enrique: He's not embarrassed about kissing a guy, he's embarrassed about kissing a poor person.
Again, a muffled noise sounded out like hands grabbing at the microphone speaker as the squeak of a fast moving chair turned quickly to a clank of something heavy tipping over.
Oliver: Enrique has an STD, take a wild guess which one!
DJ: Gentlemen, please-
Johnny: *Laughing hysterically*
Robert: Sit down immediately! Both of you! You're behaving like children. Oliver, I expect this behavior from Johnny and Enrique but you're usually more level headed.
Oliver: Yeah, well, you get drunk and puke in my pool.
Robert: That was one time!
Enrique: Come on Robbie, quit acting like you're so perfect.
Robert: Or what?
Enrique: I'll tell your mom that you don't actually go hiking and instead sit in a local cafe and steal their wifi.
DJ: Is that… bad?
Enrique: Only if you're German.
Robert: Enrique!
Enrique: He also cheats at chess.
Johnny: *In background* I fucking knew it!
Robert: I most certainly do not!
Enrique: He's single, folks!
Johnny: Not that he's much to look at.
DJ: That felt uncalled for.
Johnny: He owns a mirror, he knows.
Robert: I bailed you out of jail when your parents were abroad!
DJ: Wait… are you even old enough to do that?
Oliver: Anything is possible when you have enough money. Except fixing Roberts nose.
Robert: Oliver uses boxed cake mix!
Oliver: How dare you!
Enrique: Last time we hung out at Roberts he threw the recycling in the garbage!
DJ: …
Enrique: Germany is a strange country.
Robert: Enrique eats pineapple on pizza!
Enrique: Are you trying to get me arrested!?
DJ: …That's not actually illegal… right?
Oliver: Italy takes their pizza very seriously.
Johnny: Eh, jail isn't that bad.
Oliver: Johnny was more distraught over the amount of pubs he's been banned from than he was in regards to being arrested.
Enrique: Oh, and he doesn't wear underwear under kilts.
Robert: I don't think that's a secret.
Johnny: It's really not.
DJ: If we could go ahead and get back on topic, do any of you have anything more to say in regards to this years tournament?
Oliver: I'm rooting for Japan.
Enrique: Are you gonna make out with one of them too?
Oliver: You kissed me while drunk once.
Enrique: You look like a girl from behind.
Johnny: Kid looks like a lass from the front too.
Robert: That's honestly true.
DJ: Alright… anyway, I wanna thank everyone for listening in and of course thank The Majestics for being here. I was going to take some calls so that you could answer some questions from fans but I currently believe it would be in everyone's best interest to not do that…
Johnny: Probably.
Enrique: Wait, I wanna hear from my fans!
Johnny: Your mom doesn't count as a fan.
Enrique: Yeah, but your mom does.
Oliver: Anyone who wants to ask me something can go to my blog.
Robert: No one will.
Oliver: You know the fans call you the ugly one, right?
Robert: Better than what they call you.
Johnny: I don't think you can say that on the radio.
Enrique: You've been cussing this entire time.
Johnny: Yeah, but cussing isn't a hate crime.
Oliver: Wait… What do people call me?
Johnny: French.
Oliver: …You aren't funny.
Johnny: Oh please, I'm hilarious.
Enrique: Let's just all nickname ourselves. I can be the sexy one.
Johnny: You can be the one with the smallest-
DJ: And with that, we're gonna wrap up our interview. Thanks everyone for tuning in, we hope you enjoy the rest of this years tournament.
A/N: I apologize for any nationalities I may have offended in the making of this fanfic.