Chapter 14 - A Friendly Competition

Eventually, I ended being with neither Max nor Tyson. Instead, I was joined with a bongo-crazy Jamaican

boy with dread-locks and a small, French girl with short blonde hair; who for some reason kept eyeing me

the whole time we spent onstage, waiting for the match to begin. After about ten minutes, the center

stage opened up to unveil an incredible beydish; the whole thing was just a small wooden replica of the

capital and it's courtyard. I looked over to where Max stood with his group with looked to be none other

than a little grade-school soccer player and … the red-headed girl from that night at the ABBA! We had

seen her walking away with Max's mom. What she was doing here though, I had no idea. “Okay folks! Let's

get this tournament rolling!” the MC announced as he called up the first two teams. “First up are Max,

Cody, and Emily versus Ohama, Brigitte, and Mason! Please step forward.” Oh yeah, things were definitely

about to get interesting. My teammates and I stepped to the beydish to face Max and his team, as we

took out our launchers and readied our blades. Max looked like a total wreck. I was starting to worry. “Hey

Max!” I shouted. He looked up at me, nervously. I smiled at him and winked. “Good luck!” Suddenly, his eyes

went big and wide with joy, and he grinned back at me, looking focused and stronger than ever. “You too;

you're gonna need it!” Then, at the MC's signal, we released our blades, and I went straight into attack.

I wanted to get rid of the weaker player first, so I aimed straight for Cody's blade. I didn't even have to

worry about another blade intercepting my attack. So, with not even a second to spare, Cody's blade was

sent flying out of the dish upon impact and landed at the feet of it's helpless blader. “Oh no! I'm out

already?” Cody cried. “Woohoo! Way to go Mason!” Heather shouted from the crowd. Nothing could stop me

now. Just then, I saw another blade go flying out of the dish. Brigitte was out fast. Once again it was an

even score, as me and Ohama faced off against Max and Emily. Ohama's blade was pretty big, and would

easily knock Emily's blade out with the right amount of speed. I whispered to Ohama and told him my plan.

He agreed and so he sent his blade directly in front of mine. I called forth Pegasus and summoned up his

speed. As soon as the time was right, Pegasus shot forward like a bullet, releasing all the speed he had

stored up for that moment. Emily didn't even have time to see it coming. In a single flash of light, Emily's

blade went spiraling out of the beydish and falling at her feet. She stared down at her beyblade, then

growled with frustration and stomped her foot. Then Max began to yell at me. “Mason!” I looked up at him,

a little confused. Why is he talking now? “Don't think that just because you got rid of my teammates you

can get rid of me. I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve.” And with that, Max called out Draceil's special

attack and sent his blade on a collision course with Ohama's and pile-drived it into the ground like a power

drill. “Alright! Now that's what I'm talking about!” The MC shouted excitedly. “Now it's a one-on-one

match-up between Mason and Max!” Up until that point, I hadn't noticed how much the crowd had increased

since we started the battle. Now it was like an entire ocean of fans, cheering and screaming their heads

off. Of course, I could still see Heather, standing there watching me and rooting for me. That brought me

back to the match and so I turned my focus back to Max. “You ready?” I said to him. He smiled. “You

better believe it!” And so he called on Draceil one last time, as I did Pegasus. This was going to be one

grand finale; one all-out attack; nothing else. As our blades neared each other, they seemed to glow

brighter than ever. Then, there came the huge explosion of their impact, knocking both Max and I on our

backs and smashing the remains of the white-house replica to bits, followed by the sound of a single blade

clinking against the floor. I sat up slowly against the falling bits of wood and dirt to see what had

happened. When I looked down, the only blade left inside and still spinning was … mine. Max sat up too,

looking down at his side to see his fallen beyblade. He looked at me and, for a minute, didn't say anything.

Then he smiled and laughed. I laughed too. I picked up my blade and walked over to him. I held out my

hand, and helped him up. “Thanks for the great match” I said to him. “No problem! But just so you know,

this isn't over. I want a rematch after this tournament” he said challengingly. I laughed and called it a deal.

“Wow! That was incredible! Ladies and gentlemen, in the luck of a single blow, Mason is the winner!” The

crowd screamed even louder than before, and began throwing roses and toys of such onto the stage. Max

and I both bowed and waved to the ever-growing stream of fans. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I

turned around to see the mayor and all his blonde-headed, towering, stature. “I never expected to see such

an amazing display at a charity event; and just look at all the money it made us.” He was right. The money

box was so full that now the men in black suits were giving out an second money box. The mayor thanked

I once again and left him to announce the second match. Just then, I turned to see Heather

running towards me from the edge of the stage. She jumped up and hugged me, over-joyed at his victory.

“You did Mason! You won! I'm so happy for you!” Well, this wasn't the date I had quite expected, but it was

better than anything else I could think of.

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