I have a Beyblade story myself
>Be autistic 17 year old
>My school has a Junior high attached in the same campus
>See like 11 year olds playing Beyblade
>Realize I can "impress the girls" by beating these kids
>Go up to them, ask if I can play
>"Sure!"
>Pull out my green heavy beyblade
>"okay, 3...2...1"
>"Scream out LET IT RIP" at the top of my voice, everyone turns around and looks at me going "what the fuck was that"
>pull on the fucking rip cord so hard my Beyblade flies out at the fucking speed of sound and ricochets off all 3 other beyblades sending them flying out of the arena
>pick up their beyblades and pocket them
>Kids are like "hey what are you doing"
>I say in the coolest voice I put on copying Sasuke's from Naruto's voice "if you don't like to get burnt, don't play with fire"
>Kid starts crying
>I spin 540, throw my jacket over my shoulder and tip my fedora over my eyes trying to look as cool as possible and strut away like the fucking fonze, going "EH!!!I" and click point at girls while kids are behind me crying that a senior just stole their beyblades.
I honestly want to murder my teenage self. Holy fucking shit this is the biggest thing I'm ashamed of in my life, everything about this story is 100% true. I seriously can't believe how much of a douche I am
It's like a cross between spinning tops and battle robots but lamer than it sounds.
And they made fucking cartoons about it.
I'm an afficionado of battle bdaman myself.
I thought Beyonce had released a line of toy swords.
🎶 If you like it, then you shoulda put a hole in it 🎶