Commonwealth collusion

As expected, Daria made quick work of Sir Grobhand, who after opening with the Grob, naturally got destroyed. But with his defeat, in came more opponents. This time, it was all the members of Scotland's men's and women's teams. The women's team consisting of the Ewing twins, Lorna and Iona, a girl with a mop of red hair named, Brodie Darrow, an orange-haired girl named, Forbflaith de la Hay, and a red-haired girl with no eyebrows name, Trudy McNeish. The men's team was also comprised of a cast of colorful characters such as a man in traditional Scottish attire named, Argus McDuplis, an average-looking man named, Carnegie Holl, a boy named Brad Lad, a fat bloke with a bowlcut covering his eyes named, Bob McBob, and a boy who could pass off as a genderbent version of Iori, named Iorwerth Upjohn.

These ten all hopped into the fray and were soon joined by 5 more combatants, this time hailing from the Australian men's team.

"Well lookie here. It's some bitches I recognize from the ship!" one of the men sneered.

Mimoko recoiled in terror as she recognized the man and two of his compatriots. It was Shitty Sal, the Lime-green bodysuit guy, Ravioli Lime, and the mysterious little creature, Ketsuketsu Mesoduende from Streama festivalen. Joining them was what appeared to be a yowie, who was actually named YowYahoo Yowie, and a man who bore a striking resemblance to Haruki's proxy Niles, causing Iori to go pale with fear.

"The fuck is that guy alive!? Is he like that skeleton! No, he looks-"

"Oh, Crikey, n all that. I'm Dingo Dumbee, mates," the man smiled.

And with that Iori completely relaxed. This wasn't Niles Thorndyke coming back from the dead, rather it was his replacement for the Yowie Hunt series, Dingo Dumbee, Drop Bear Dumbee's brother from another father. In reality, he was played by actor Sir Monty Worthsworth, who had once stared on the show as a cartoonishly old caricature of himself.

"So we here to paddleboard these bitches?" Sal asked as he whipped out a wooden paddleboard.

"No, Miller, get your ass over to the chessboard," Francie snarled.

"Hey, we made a code. No calling me out by my real last name! People hated when I started posting those "Miller vlogs"!"

"Then serve your queen like the simp you are and challenge the bitch over there to a chess match!"

Ketsuketsu made some inaudible sound before scurrying over to challenge Daria. The others followed suit, but Sorcha began shaking her head.

"They should have spaced things out. I doubt she's the type that'll be overwhelmed, especially by this level of opposition. Where are the others though?"

No sooner did Sorcha think that did Vittoria, Bette, and Abigail return to the room.

"Sorry, damn Belgians were tougher to force into draws than we thought," Bette snarled.

"So Heather's still playing?"

"For the win, yes. We all drew, so she better not fuck it all up. How are things here?"

"She's winning."

"Huh?"

Sorcha let out a sigh as both Bette and Vittoria rushed over and challenged Daria. "Well, maybe this could work out for us."

It didn't.

Within 15 minutes, Vittoria and Bette were all that remained.

"FUCK! Anyone else left!?" Bette fumed as she found herself mated.

Abigail begrudgingly stepped forth and challenged Daria, just before Vittoria was also mated.

"So this is our last stand. Where are the New Zealand men?" Sorcha asked.

"Waiting to try and ambush the Japanese men's team to try and get more hostages, but it looks like the damn French are dragging things out," Ethelreda scowled.

Sorcha bit her lip in frustration, but relief soon spread to her face as the door opened and in stepped 5 women. An orange-haired woman with no eyebrows named Maggie Tremblay, a girl in a brown parka with blue hair named Blossom Isbister, the MacDonald twins, Bridget and Brittany, and rounding out the pack with a smile on her face, Gwen Smith. It was the Canadian women's team.

"Canada too?" Daria sighed as the Canadian men's team strolled in as well.

"Queen's the queen. Nothing can be done," Grizzley shrugged as he waddled over.

"This shit better be quick! I don't wanna be out here any more than I have to!" Justin trembled as he darted his head around madly.

"Why? You ate, and you were fine. You're OK," Marty smiled as he patted Justin on the shoulder.

"We ain't OK! Look! That's the girl who mooned me!" Mike shouted as he pointed at Iori.

"That woman is NOT the target. Get in line, now will you?" a female voice snarled.

Entering the room was a woman with short blue hair wearing pajamas, a coat, and slip-on platform sneakers. This was Canada's prime minister, Tonka Touchard, an amateur chess player, but a skilled politician. She was known as Canada's iron lady in pjs, and was the main reason the country was on-track to become one of the world's largest economies, yet she had been a public critic of Heather and the Fairy league, however, it seemed as though that was just a farce.

"Sorry Mimoko, we've been Fairies the whole time. So don't give us that sobby look. Your role is to be hostages so we get what we want; Fairy chess as the norm!" Gwen snickered.

"We'd prefer-"

"-A good burger," Bridgett and Brittany smiled as they attempted to play the exact same moves as each other.

Daria didn't care, and simply played on, beating all without breaking a sweat. It wasn't the end though as just before Daria could mate the last opponent remaining, Tonka herself stepped in.

"Bring our guest in," she ordered Gwen.

Gwen nodded and ran outside, returning a few seconds later with Valve.

"So this is where you were... Despicable. You were gambling here instead of taking our match seriously!? How dare you!"

Daria attempted to explain things, but Valve immediately stormed over and issued a challenge.

"Before you protest, the rules are simply that you need to beat all challengers," Tonka snarled.

It was then that Daria felt a rumbling as swarms of people began lining up at the door.

"An opportunity to beat a maestro? Sounds like the great Lieselotte Frauenfelder's tales will become grander!" a woman with short blonde hair mischievously grinned.

"No, because they said it's a "Maestro vs the world" type thing," a woman with a red mohawk and a face full of piercings named, Grete Huwyler, grumbled.

"That's the maestro who cost me a basketball scholarship. I'd love to pay her back in kind," a blonde-haired woman named, Marianne Stucki menacingly smiled.

It wasn't just them. From the South African women's team, Bernedetta Wessels the crimson CEO, and Dr. Baldie Botes, the smoothest sales agent and trillionaire from Johannesburg, were also present along with Berenice Memphis, an archeologist from Egypt. There were even some familiar foes such as Colette, Laura, and Jadwiga, all amongst those seeking to take on Daria.

Now Daria began to get a little nervous. "This really is a lot. Did Canada's prime minister really do all this? Dammit!"

Indeed, this was Tonka's idea, but it had come to fruition primarily thanks to Francie, who had handled spreading word of it on social media. The message posted was simple.

"Maestro Himitsu vs the world! All of us against her. One win, we all win. Room 1066, be there."

Now, Daria was truly in the hot seat.

"So it's come to this. Fine, I'll show you why they went so far as to ban me for being too good," Daria thought as she threw off her coat.