Junior looked up at the rusty announcement speaker as it announced which battle would start next.
“Tournament B, Match A starting now.”
Junior pushed up his glasses and hurried to the chess table. As he approached the table he saw his opponent. Junior glared, he knew this kid, he had faced him many times before. He had lost 9 times out of ten, and the last resulting in a draw.
As Junior sat down in the cushioned red velvet chair he adjusted his lucky boxers. Over the past 2 weeks his lucky boxers had got quite tight and taut around Junior’s new and softer waist line, they weren't feeling so lucky anymore. He adjusted the front because it was digging into his flabby gut relentlessly all day. This really wasn't ideal...
He looked at his opponent, Clyde Banks. Clyde Banks was his opponent and rival in chess and everything else Junior done. Whether it be chess, Runescape or Soduko. Clyde had black hair slicked back and his eyes were big and he looked very much like a toad. He always had a malicious smirk on his face and it always disarmed Junior.
Clyde was horrible at anything social, anything other than something intellectual really, he told horrible jokes as well. He was socially a misfit, but here, at a chess tournament, he would abuse his intellect and wielded it dangerously. He used his previously limited power to destroy opponents and thwart everyone in his way.
The social graces he lacked were made up on the chess board. Junior gulped nervously as he looked at Clyde's
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