Red was staring at his Bey. He was wearing jeans and a white T-Shirt. He wore runners with red and green stripes. His hair was White. His eyes were blue. His skin was very pale.

He attached his Bey to his green Rev Up Launcher.
"3, 2, 1! Let it Rip!" He and his opponent said.

The Beys collided but before they could again, the opponent's Bey had flew out of the stadium.

"C'mon, is there any good bladers out there?" Red shouted.
"I'll battle you!" Came a shout from the back of the crowd. An old short man came out from behind the crowd.
"Anyone else?" Red shouted with sarcasm in his voice.
"Are you ready, young boy?" said the old man. Even though Red was twelve, he hated being called young.

Red once again attached his Blitz Aries R145MS to his green Rev Up Launcher. The man took out his Bey. Red could only make out the Fusion Wheel. It seemed to be a Meteo Wheel.

"3," The old man shouted. Red hadn't realized that he started the countdown. "2,1" Red then joined in. "Let it Rip!"

Both Beys landed on opposite sides of the stadium. Meteo L Drago was spinning the opposite direction to his Blitz Aries. Red could barely make out the Spin Track and Tip. They seemed to be D125WD.

The Beys clashed fiercely. For a time, there seemed there wouldn't or couldn't be a winner.

"Go, Aries!" Red shouted.

Aries attacked L-Drago aggressively but each and every attack had no effect on the L-Drago. It even seemed as L-Drago was speeding up on each attack.

If Aries didn't attack now, it would run out of stamina, but if he attacks, nothing happens. Red had no choice but to let Aries keep attacking.

"Strike now, L-Drago." said the old man with no strain in his voice.

L-Drago hit Aries ferociously. Red had no choice but to keep attacking head on.

"Keep going, Aries!" Red cried.

"Dragon Striking Blazing Blast!" roared the old man.

L-Drago's Energy Ring quickly switched and L-Drago circled the stadium at top speed.

"Go now, Aries!" Red yelled.

Each of Aries' attacks just inflicted damage on its self. L-Drago started charging towards Aries. Once they collided, smoke filled the air.

"No, Aries!"

Once the smoke cleared, everyone could see that Aries had stop spinning. L-Drago was still circling the stadium as if nothing happened.

When Red got his Bey, he realized that part of the tip, the Metal Spike, was missing. Red didn’t realize that the old man was approaching.

“Hi,” The man shook his hand. “My name is Dr. Yoko, its a pleasure to meet you.”

“How did you...” Before Red could finish, Dr. Yoko interrupted.
“I’m a BeyBlade Scientist, like your dad.”

“My dad? I never met him. He died before I was born.” Red was confused. His Mom had always said that he died in a car crash.

“I worked on a project with your dad.” Dr. Yoko looked at Red’s Bey.

“I never knew... Could you tell me about him?” Red started to get excited.

“You’ll learn about him in time but for now I’ll tell you how he truly died,” Dr. Yoko’s voice turned quiet. “It was a warm summers evening and me and your dad were working on a very special project. It was a very important project and the project could’ve helped your dad to become the official WBBA technician. He was once elected to do it but he fell sick before he could work. It was then two years later and he decided to try again to become the technician. So on that summers evening, we were approached by a shadowed figure while working on the project. He challenged your dad to a battle. Your dad easily won but the shadowed figure was not going to give up. He then launched his Bey straight at your dad and your dad was no more. So I grabbed the project and fled for home. On the way home, since the project was truly your dads, I gave it to your Mom to give to you. Then you were very young, you wouldn’t have remembered it. And that project is ... your bey.”

The Beys clashed fiercely. For a time, there seemed there wouldn't or couldn't be a winner.

"Go, Aries!" Red shouted.

Aries attacked L-Drago aggressively but each and every attack had no effect on the L-Drago. It even seemed as L-Drago was speeding up on each attack.

If Aries didn't attack now, it would run out of stamina, but if he attacks, nothing happens. Red had no choice but to let Aries keep attacking.

"Strike now, L-Drago." said the old man with no strain in his voice.

L-Drago hit Aries ferociously. Red had no choice but to keep attacking head on.

"Keep going, Aries!" Red cried.

"Dragon Striking Blazing Blast!" roared the old man.

L-Drago's Energy Ring quickly switched and L-Drago circled the stadium at top speed.

"Go now, Aries!" Red yelled.

Each of Aries' attacks just inflicted damage on its self. L-Drago started charging towards Aries. Once they collided, smoke filled the air.

"No, Aries!"

Once the smoke cleared, everyone could see that Aries had stop spinning. L-Drago was still circling the stadium as if nothing happened.

When Red got his Bey, he realized that part of the tip, the Metal Spike, was missing. Red didn’t realize that the old man was approaching.

“Hi,” The man shook his hand. “My name is Dr. Yoko, its a pleasure to meet you.”

“How did you...” Before Red could finish, Dr. Yoko interrupted.
“I’m a BeyBlade Scientist, like your dad.”

“My dad? I never met him. He died before I was born.” Red was confused. His Mom had always said that he died in a car crash.

“I worked on a project with your dad.” Dr. Yoko looked at Red’s Bey.

“I never knew... Could you tell me about him?” Red started to get excited.

“You’ll learn about him in time but for now I’ll tell you how he truly died,” Dr. Yoko’s voice turned quiet. “It was a warm summers evening and me and your dad were working on a very special project. It was a very important project and the project could’ve helped your dad to become the official WBBA technician. He was once elected to do it but he fell sick before he could work. It was then two years later and he decided to try again to become the technician. So on that summers evening, we were approached by a shadowed figure while working on the project. He challenged your dad to a battle. Your dad easily won but the shadowed figure was not going to give up. He then launched his Bey straight at your dad and your dad was no more. So I grabbed the project and fled for home. On the way home, since the project was truly your dads, I gave it to your Mom to give to you. Then you were very young, you wouldn’t have remembered it. And that project is ... your bey.”