Forrest was running down the street and didn’t want to look back. He turned at the next corner and finally stopped to get some rest. I was lucky I didn’t get caught there. Now, I heard this bey was called Eclipse. The boy wondered.
    “I believe what you are holding is mine,” A voice called.
    He looked up to see a man wearing a cloak. That’s Count Night!
    “Here, I’ll make you a deal. After all you’re a thief right? So, if you beat me in a battle, you get to keep eclipse,” Count Night said.
    “B-but, I don’t have a Beyblade. I only stole this because I’ve been longing for one since I was 5.”
    “I’ll lend you Eclipse then. And this launcher.”
    The launcher was so small, that Forrest couldn’t hold it with any more than three fingers. Okay, here goes nothing! 3-2-1 Let it Rip (Go shoot). The beys met in the center and intense sparks came flying off of both beys. Most likely because of Count Night’s spin power. Count Nights bey was a defense type with a blue and pink coloration.
    “Let’s go! Hydra! Poison barricade!” Count Night said.
    The outer ring of Hydra started to glow pink.
    “Eclipse. Keep attacking!” Forrest desperately yelled.
    “It’s no use against the latest GT beyblade! It’s time to say goodbye fellow thief.”
    Eclipse started to slow down. I was scraping the stadium with its frame. It was almost done for and Hydra was coming straight for it. I can’t lose. I won’t give up! I’ll win! Forrest Thought.
    Suddenly, there was a a bright flash where the beys made contact. Forrest heard the sound of a beyblade bursting. No. It’s over. He thought. But, it was not his bey that bursted. Count Night was sitting on the ground with a shocked look on his face.
    “I-I won!” Forrest exclaimed.
    Count Night quickly grabbed Eclipse and started running. He looked back at Forrest with a dirty look.
    “Hey! That’s not fair! I won fair and square.”
    But, there was one bey on the ground. Forrest slowly crawled over to it. The bey was a dual layer bey with a blue coloration. Without thinking, Forrest knew what to call it. I was scammed. Though, I’ll accept you and we’ll beat him again.
    “I’ll call you Fang Fenrir.” Forrest said, as he ran after the mysterious thief.

Forrest chased after Count Night furious that he’d been ripped off. He had beat Count Night on his first ever launch! Surely that was worth more than some crummy dual layer. A Chozetsu Bey would’ve been nice at the very least!
Count Night turned left and ran down some stairs. He then ripped off his glove and put it on the wall. While doing so, Forrest was able to catch-up.
“You ripped me off!” Forrest said, breathing heavily.
“Did I?” Count Night said as the wall he put his hand onto sunk into the ground.
Count Night swiftly ran through the door and seemingly disappeared
Forrest just stood there with this mouth wide open. He didn’t know what to do. The door started to close.
‘It’s now or never,’ Forrest thought.
Forrest ran and jumped through the narrowing door.
“I made it,” Forrest said relieved that he didn’t get crushed in the door. “But where is he?”
Forrest looked around the place. “If I were a thief, which I sort of am, where would I be?” Forrest thought for a second. “I would be blended in with a large group of people!”
Forrest saw a group of loud people in a circle. “There.”
Forrest power walked over to the people. They were playing Beyblade. ‘Makes sense he’d be here. But where is he?’
“Hey you! New kid! Mind taking down this idiot for us?” Someone in the group asked.
“Uh…” Forrest replied.
Unfortunately, Forrest had no say in what he was going to do. The same person yanked him by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the stadium.
“Take him down,” The man said, pointing at the “Idiot”.
For the sake of Forrest’s safety, he agreed. “What’s his name?”
The “Idiot” decided to reply. “My name is Roan Jamieson. These idiots have been keeping me here because they want to win, even though I’ve kicked each and every single one of these chumps in the butt at least twice.”
“Get on with the battle already!”
“Fine, ‘your highness’,” Roan replied. “Launch on the count of three.”
“Okay. Ready, set! Three, two, one! Go Shoot!” Both bladers yelled as they launched their beyblades into the stadium.
Fenrir was off balance and scraping the stadium floor. ‘What? Why isn’t this working?’ Forest wondered. He looked up to see Roan frowning at the sight of the terrible launch.
“Come on Fenrir! Hold it together!” Forrest said.
“Not on my watch! Revenge!” Roan yelled. Suddenly, an avatar came out of the beyblade that was called revenge. The avatar was a warrior with flames bursting out of it, along with a red aura. “Revenge smash!”
But then, it seemed like Forrest was in another world. Strangely, a wolf was in front of him. Not any wolf though, it was Fenrir. ‘Together we can be the strongest. Together, we can be the best. Together we can crush anyone,’ the gigantic wolf said to Forrest. ‘Here, I will lend you my power.
With that, Forrest knew what to do.
“Let’s do it! Fang Fenrir! Vanargand’s Fang!” He said. Suddenly, a huge wolf jumped out of Fenrir and howled. Fenrir too was glowing with a dark blue aura. “Go Fenrir!”
Fenrir clashed with Revenge at the center of the stadium. Sparks were flying and the wind was strong enough to make both bladers close their eyes.
“Arrrrggggghhhh!” Roar yelled.
Then, Forrest’s feet were lifted off the ground, and he flew backwards. Forrest opened his eyes again only to see that Revenge was the only beyblade spinning. He looked up to see Roan offering Fenrir to him.
“Hey, that was a good battle,” Roan said. “What’s your name?”
“Um, it’s Forrest,” He replied.
“Well Forrest, welcome to The Midnight Ring.”
“Forrest eh,” It was Count Night. “Welcome to my base. Please, followed me, and your too Roan.”
Forrest looked down at Fenrir and followed Count Night and Roan.