Bobby walks down the Xtreme Championship hallway. He notices Scoops there with the Xtreme Title.

"Ah, Scoops."

"Look, man I have this amazing plan. I'm going to start playing chess via mail!"

"I have my first move here, and the cool thing is, I have every other move I want to make lined up, too!"

Scoops looks confused.

"I got the idea from Sean Parker, 'member him?"

"So I'm going to send my opponent my first move, and they better play the move I'm anticipating, because otherwise, they're not lining up with the whole chess game I'm trying to play, and you know what Scoops?"

"That's just not fair."

"I need a fair game where everything I have planned happens and it finishes exactly how I want."

"Now, I know what you're thinking, why don't I just, I dunno, go play by myself, maybe take up building boats in glass bottles, or even forego competition entirely and write a book?"

"You see, Scoops, I'm going to manufacture my own vindication!"

Bobby goes to show Scoops his convoluted and, ultimately, insane plan which hadn't been checked by someone with any sense, but slips and falls, bashing his head on the floor and falling unconscious.

Scoops had the whole day planned for himself as he was walking down the hallway and towards the parking lot. It was gonna be great! He was gonna go in his car, take a ride out on the town, clear his head before Warfare and just enjoy himself! But as he pressed the button for the elevator and awaited its arrival, Bobby came out of nowhere to interrupt.

"Boah, if yer' gonna try to pin me right now, we're gonna have some proble-"

Bobby cut him off, going into his grand ideas and rambling on... and on...

"That's great and all that, but I ain't ever played chess a goddamn day in my life. And who the fuck is-"

And on... And on...

"Why the fuck are you even botherin' me about this bullcrap? I'd actually prefer you just be normal and tried to pin me like everyone else!" Scoops loudly complained, but salvation soon presented itself as Bobby...

Knocked... himself out...

Scoops blinked once. Blinked twice. Was this some sort of prank? He waved his hand in front of Bobby's face, checking to see that he was, in fact, truly unconscious. Scoops muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Goddamn stupid sack o' shit..."

DING! The elevator arrived, giving Scoops the exit he needed. He didn't take it quite yet though as an evil idea presented itself into his head. If today was all about having fun, then...

Scoops opened up a black Sharpie marker, rolling Bobby onto his back and beginning to draw on his face! He scribbled on a faux-beard along his chin, before turning his attention up high and went wild drawing a line that turned into giant circles around his eyes! Chuckling, Scoops put his Sharpie back, admiring his handiwork before stepping inside the elevator and getting himself out of the hallway of EXTREME chaos.