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.