(Beyblade story) "story names are overrated!/I couldn't think of one!"

The dark blue night sky's shimmer was unseen, while smoke filled up Mordecai's view as he laid outside the gates of the factory when he heard struggling. Curiousity got the best of him as he slowly walked quietly to the corner of the gate to peek and see a body with a bag over its head struggling against two fit men with black suits and gloves on, after the suited men pushed the pushed the person against the chain-link fence, it appeared that his arms were tied. One of the men silently pulled out a roll of wire and put it on his neck. That's when Mordecai went into action and ran a few feet to find a broken piece of lumber. The two men were in the process of choking the body when Mordecai ran out and "Whack!", the one that was strangling the man now lay unconscious on the ground, the other man with fast reflexs put both hands on Mordecai's throat and squeezed. The unknown figure now gasped for air as soon as the man strangling him was knocked out. He then saw the scene, pulled the brown leather bag off his head and jumped on the suited man as Mordecai was no match for the 6 ft. 6 in. Man.
The impact knocked the man off balance enough for Him to fall, the previously distressed figure now ran toward the street with Mordecai.
"Here" said the kid as he pulled Mordecai into a Walmart, after Mordecai helped him take his restraints off.
"They wouldn't try anything in a busy place" he said.
"Who the heck are you?" Said Mordecai as he could finally see clearly what the kid looked like; 13-14, black hair and a NFL SnapBack.
"Drake. I Don't give out my last name, people I don't want to have it could get it and it wouldn't be good if they got it." He said as he pulled Mordecai into a beyblade section, much like a knife section.
"Why were those guys trying to kill you?" Asked Mordecai as he leaned against a rack with his light brown hair matted.
"Not good people. I won a battle there was a lot of money riding on that I shouldn't have won. I probably wouldn't have been alive right now if you weren't there, thanks. Now who are you?" He replied.
"Mordecai Vegul, currently living on the streets." Said Mordecai.
Drake looked away as people walked by.
"What's wrong with you?" Said Mordecai.
"Don't want to draw attention." Said drake.
Then it hit Mordecai.
"Your Drake aka DRAGON KING?! Competitive blader?!" He said
"Yes, Please don't say anything." Drake begged as he picked up a Beylauncher LR.
"I'll a room for you to sleep in and food, you might wanna come before the guy that hired those guys finds them and comes after us." Said Drake.
"Don't you have bodyguards or something?"
"Prefer not too. Except at times like this... Do You blade?"
"Eh, somewhat."