I do not own any characters from Beyblade...the only characters I own are
Jade and her bit beast Dazzler(for now), so please don't steal her!*
Chapter 1: A Topsy Turvy Day
"TYSON!, get out of your bed lazy head..your supposed to be training!"
Tyson lay spread out on his bed, his sheets were all crumpled up on the floor as he mumbled sleepily,
"ok Grandpa... just let me sleep for a couple more hours."
Tyson slowly rolled over onto his stomach, as his arm hung over the side of the bed.
"Tyson..your training starts now!"
Suddenly a giant martial arts stick was flung down beside Tyson's face. Immediately Tyson sprang up onto his bed, as he hit his head on the ceiling.
"Owwww...grandpa, what did you have to do that for?!"
Tyson gently rubbed his head and groaned as he did so. His grandpa stood, still looking stern as he pointed towards the door.
"Tyson, you better be downstairs in 2 minutes, otherwise I'll give you a training that hasn't been used since your ancestors!"
He chuckled at this statement, as he left Tyson alone in his room again.
"Grandpa and his training," Tyson grabbed his regular apparel from off of his chair and put it on.
"I have some other important training to do today, right Drag.."
Ping, Ping!
"Huh...what is that?"
Tyson quickly spun around and opened his window; just as another rock flew up and hit him on the forehead.
"Oh dear..sorry about that Tyson!"
"Hey, what's the big idea Chief! It's 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning..I really should be sleeping, or catching up on my eating, or.."
"Tyson, would you listen to me for 2 seconds" Kenny interrupted becoming slightly annoyed. "In case you forgot, there's a big competition going on at Kiltner Park."
"Of course!" Tyson replied as he remembered the important day, "I have some major butt kicking to do!"
Tyson grabbed his Beyblade, as he swung his legs over the windowsill. Kenny looked up at Tyson with confusion,
"what exactly are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing Chief" yelled Tyson, "I'm climbing out the window!"
Kenny scratched his head,
"I don't get it..don't you think it would be a lot easier if you were to use the door?"
"Yes, Chief it would" replied Tyson in annoyance; " but if I go downstairs my grandpa's going to make me do more of his crazy training!"
"I see" replied Kenny, as he watched Tyson struggle in the window.
"Ok Chief I got it all under control..when I let go, all you have to do is catch me!"
"What!?" Kenny yelled in utter disbelief. " Tyson I don't think you should..."
"Here I go!"
Tyson yelled as he let go of the windowsill. Kenny sighed as he took one step back and watched as Tyson landed in front of him with a thud.
"Kenny" Tyson mumbled as he lay crumpled on the ground. "You were supposed to catch me."
Kenny shook his head,
"Come on Tyson, we're already late for the competitions!"
"Sure Chief, I'm coming..just as soon as I put myself back together."
"Amazing, just look at all these beybladers Chief!"
Tyson stood on top of a picnic table as he scanned the park, eyeing all of the competition. Kenny sat beside him as he looked up some information on his laptop.
"Alright, let's get busy Dragoon," Tyson jumped onto the ground as he pumped his fists in front of him, ready for battle.
"Woah... take it easy tiger!" said Dizzi's sarcastic voice as it rang out from Kenny's laptop.
"Dizzi's right Tyson" added Kenny as he continued typing. "You remember what happens when you rush into things...don't you!?"
"Yeah, yeah Chief I know...there's always a chance that I'll lose my guard and someone will beat..."
"Hey Tyson, Kenny!"
Max, who was now running full throttle towards them, interrupted Tyson. He quickly threw his arms around Tyson and Kenny, as they all toppled over onto the hard ground.
"Max, it's nice to see you too" mumbled Tyson from the bottom of the pile. "But do you think you could GET OFF!"
Max laughed as he got to his feet,
"sorry about that guys..sometimes I get a little excited!"
"Oh really, I never noticed that before," replied Dizzi adding her two bits.
Max helped Kenny to his feet, as Tyson began to slowly wipe the dirt from off of his clothes.
"Did you see how many people were here?!"
Kenny nodded,
"It's quite amazing; I guess we've never actually realized how many people enjoy the sport of beyblading!"
Max nodded in agreement, as Tyson jumped around in annoyance.
"Yeah, yeah, it's so incredible..now that we've figured that our, can we please go battle now!"
Kenny and Max both laughed,
"alright Tyson..let's go!"
Well what do you guys think??? Please let me know if you liked it or not..I've got my second chapter almost done, so I'd like to know if I should bother posting it, it's gonna get better as the story unfolds!
Chapter 1: A Topsy Turvy Day
"TYSON!, get out of your bed lazy head..your supposed to be training!"
Tyson lay spread out on his bed, his sheets were all crumpled up on the floor as he mumbled sleepily,
"ok Grandpa... just let me sleep for a couple more hours."
Tyson slowly rolled over onto his stomach, as his arm hung over the side of the bed.
"Tyson..your training starts now!"
Suddenly a giant martial arts stick was flung down beside Tyson's face. Immediately Tyson sprang up onto his bed, as he hit his head on the ceiling.
"Owwww...grandpa, what did you have to do that for?!"
Tyson gently rubbed his head and groaned as he did so. His grandpa stood, still looking stern as he pointed towards the door.
"Tyson, you better be downstairs in 2 minutes, otherwise I'll give you a training that hasn't been used since your ancestors!"
He chuckled at this statement, as he left Tyson alone in his room again.
"Grandpa and his training," Tyson grabbed his regular apparel from off of his chair and put it on.
"I have some other important training to do today, right Drag.."
Ping, Ping!
"Huh...what is that?"
Tyson quickly spun around and opened his window; just as another rock flew up and hit him on the forehead.
"Oh dear..sorry about that Tyson!"
"Hey, what's the big idea Chief! It's 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning..I really should be sleeping, or catching up on my eating, or.."
"Tyson, would you listen to me for 2 seconds" Kenny interrupted becoming slightly annoyed. "In case you forgot, there's a big competition going on at Kiltner Park."
"Of course!" Tyson replied as he remembered the important day, "I have some major butt kicking to do!"
Tyson grabbed his Beyblade, as he swung his legs over the windowsill. Kenny looked up at Tyson with confusion,
"what exactly are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing Chief" yelled Tyson, "I'm climbing out the window!"
Kenny scratched his head,
"I don't get it..don't you think it would be a lot easier if you were to use the door?"
"Yes, Chief it would" replied Tyson in annoyance; " but if I go downstairs my grandpa's going to make me do more of his crazy training!"
"I see" replied Kenny, as he watched Tyson struggle in the window.
"Ok Chief I got it all under control..when I let go, all you have to do is catch me!"
"What!?" Kenny yelled in utter disbelief. " Tyson I don't think you should..."
"Here I go!"
Tyson yelled as he let go of the windowsill. Kenny sighed as he took one step back and watched as Tyson landed in front of him with a thud.
"Kenny" Tyson mumbled as he lay crumpled on the ground. "You were supposed to catch me."
Kenny shook his head,
"Come on Tyson, we're already late for the competitions!"
"Sure Chief, I'm coming..just as soon as I put myself back together."
"Amazing, just look at all these beybladers Chief!"
Tyson stood on top of a picnic table as he scanned the park, eyeing all of the competition. Kenny sat beside him as he looked up some information on his laptop.
"Alright, let's get busy Dragoon," Tyson jumped onto the ground as he pumped his fists in front of him, ready for battle.
"Woah... take it easy tiger!" said Dizzi's sarcastic voice as it rang out from Kenny's laptop.
"Dizzi's right Tyson" added Kenny as he continued typing. "You remember what happens when you rush into things...don't you!?"
"Yeah, yeah Chief I know...there's always a chance that I'll lose my guard and someone will beat..."
"Hey Tyson, Kenny!"
Max, who was now running full throttle towards them, interrupted Tyson. He quickly threw his arms around Tyson and Kenny, as they all toppled over onto the hard ground.
"Max, it's nice to see you too" mumbled Tyson from the bottom of the pile. "But do you think you could GET OFF!"
Max laughed as he got to his feet,
"sorry about that guys..sometimes I get a little excited!"
"Oh really, I never noticed that before," replied Dizzi adding her two bits.
Max helped Kenny to his feet, as Tyson began to slowly wipe the dirt from off of his clothes.
"Did you see how many people were here?!"
Kenny nodded,
"It's quite amazing; I guess we've never actually realized how many people enjoy the sport of beyblading!"
Max nodded in agreement, as Tyson jumped around in annoyance.
"Yeah, yeah, it's so incredible..now that we've figured that our, can we please go battle now!"
Kenny and Max both laughed,
"alright Tyson..let's go!"
Well what do you guys think??? Please let me know if you liked it or not..I've got my second chapter almost done, so I'd like to know if I should bother posting it, it's gonna get better as the story unfolds!