Their eyes locked. They both know that this is the moment that will define the rest of their lives. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, this is the moment you all have been waiting for! Let's get it started!" The DJ says as his voice comes blaring through the speakers. "3, 2, 1, GO SHOOT!", yells the DJ along with the humongous audience.

Wait, wait, wait..am I starting to late on the story? I'm sorry, let's rewind it up here.

About a year earlier,
"*BEEP*..*BEEP*..*BEEP*..*BEEP*", the alarm clock repeats again.
"UGH", says the young boy as he finally clicks the "Snooze" button on his alarm clock.
Meet Kyle. Kyle is a 14 year old boy who's only hobby is beyblading. Everything he does, he does it lazily. Whether it is doing his school work, or waking up in the morning, he does it lazily. One thing that he actually, slightly, tries at, is beyblading. He loves beyblading. The thing is though, he doesn't have a good beyblade. He doesn't even have any good parts to improve his beyblade with. Kyle's current beyblade is Storm Serpent H145S..yeah..not so good..Well anyways, Kyle likes to hang out with his "crew" at his local Beydome. Kyle's crew consists of his friends Ricky, Ross, and Francis. Ricky is the "hot head" of the group.He always tries to be the center of attention or be the main event. He has sone good moments though. His beyblade is MF Pegasis 145RF. Ross is the plain or regular dude of the group. He isn't as good as Ricky is at beyblading, buut he isn't as horrible as Kyle. Ross isn't that out-spoken though. The beyblade he uses is Counter Ares 105EDS. Then there is Francis. He is a total whiz and genius at beyblade. He is the crew's mechanic. This means that he does all the statistical information and repairs on the resgt of the beyblades in the crew. He rarely battles though. His beyblade is Jade Giraffe ED145MB. The Beydome of his town, Tidowchi, his like heaven to Kyle. Everyday, after school, Kyle and his friends will go ti the Beydome and have some fun by battling each other. So today, after a long day of school (well you could call it short since Kyle slept through half of it), Kyle and his crew headed over to the Beydome to start the fun.
"So guys, who's gonna go first today?", Kyle asked excitedly.
"How bout I whip your butt, again!", Ricky yells to Kyle while smirking.
"Uhh, well, don't you think that Ross would be a better opponent? He's would probably put up a better fight..", said Kyle trying to find some sort of excuse not to battle Ricky.
"Haha, I think you might just be scared of my Pegasis!", Ricky says while laughing.
Ricky is the hot head of the group, but he actually has some bite to back up his bark. A lot of bite. That's why Kyle will usually try to avoid battling him.
"Fine then! I'll battle you! But remember this, I'm not trying hard!", Kyle said trying to not sound like a total wuss (he was trying his hardest by the way).
"Let's get it started!", after Ricky said that, both him and Kyle started the countdown.
"3, 2, 1, GOOO SHOOT!", they both screamed as they launched their beyblades.
Both blades landed into the stadium perfectly fine, but when they both collided, Flame Serpent instantly went flying out of the stadium.
"Your winner, by stadium out, Ricky Arrington!", Francis announces.
Francis wants to become a WBBA DJ, so he always announces the results of battles like that.
"Woohoo! That was to easy haha. That makes 9-0. One more win until the infamous 10-0!", Ricky says, now with a huge smirk on his face.
"I told you that I wasn't trying!", Kyle yells trying to cover up his embaressing loss.
After that, Kyle just walked out of the Beydome and started walking back to his house. As Kyle was walking down the block, he notices a a dark figure dart into an alleyway, followed by a faint sound afterwards. The sound seemed very familiar to Kyle though, what could it have been? Kyle walks towards the alleyway and looks around. There is only one part of the alleyway he could see, since night had already fallen, one of the street lights lit up a small portion of the alleyway though. He could see a small piece of metal reflecting some of the light.
"Wait, is that.."

Please tell me what yall think so far..I'll be taking character requests at some point, I'm not sure when though.

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Dude, don't take character requests!

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"It is written among the limitless constellations of the celestial heavens, and in the depths of the emerald seas, and upon every grain of sand in the vast deserts, that the world which we see is an outed and visible dream of an inward and invisible reality." - Opening narration, The Thief and the Cobbler (original workprint)

Haha. I will, at some point, cause I'm go run out of ideas for characters xD
Well do you like the story at all :3

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Trust me, and the others, too, you don't want to take character requests!

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"It is written among the limitless constellations of the celestial heavens, and in the depths of the emerald seas, and upon every grain of sand in the vast deserts, that the world which we see is an outed and visible dream of an inward and invisible reality." - Opening narration, The Thief and the Cobbler (original workprint)

Its gonna be limited and they will all be reuccuring characters.

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Don't take character requests!

Believe me, from what I've seen, especially with tons of n00bs, it's really not worth it.

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"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)

We'll just have to see. And can I have your opinions about the story?

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Well, I have one thing to say right now:
Use paragraphs.
And make sure to include detail, space the lines, like so:
"Hey, dude!" Bob said.
"What?" Joe said.
Etc.
Make a new line everytime a person speaks. Make it look better.
It's a first chapter, not much to say, though. It may get better.

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Credit to DeX for this amazing signature!
Want a ok story that's readable? With actual grammar? Check out Everything Spins Into Chaos: A beyblade story
I use Hasbro beys. Because I have no acsess to TT or Sonokong beys. Hopefully that'll change soon.
~X