Hemorrhoid cacellation

The next morning, Maida let out a heavy sigh as she confronted Iori and Okisato.

"Uh, what's up?"

"I just got a complaint from the Australian team. Apparently you assaulted two of their members leaving them with lasting physical ailments."

"Ya mean hemorrhoids? Bitches deserved it for tricking and kidnapping me."

"Ishikiridokoro-chan, those two can't sit down properly."

"Well no shit, it hasn't even been 24 hours since I shoved all the pieces up Francie's ass."

"You... Ugh... Quite frankly I'm shocked you're being so open with your misdeeds."

"Why wouldn't I? There's no danger of me getting in trouble for them."

"And why do you believe that?"

Iori smirked and pulled up her WWCF card and a video on her phone. "Because her batsu came about from her losing in a game of chess."

"Really. And is that the excuse Tanabe-kun has for this official complaint from the prime minister of Poland?" Maida glared as she spun around towards Okisato.

"Mine had many witnesses, heck they were even betting on the match," Okisato stated.

"But was breaking the prime minister's nose part of the arrangements?"

"I stomped on his head too hard?"

"YES you did! And as the team coach, I'm the one being swamped with all these complaints. If I wasn't already bald I'd be ripping my hair out."

"Not much we can do about it now. We have to focus on our matches today."

Maida went quiet. She realized just how important these 8th round matches were because of who the opponents were.

"Prussia for the women... and Russia for the men... Of all the times to have to deal with external complaints."

"That's why we just ignore the complaints. We got bigger shit to worry about... Mimo-chan's been looking real sad. If the Prussians really do got that Hagemi bitch on their team, then that's gonna really shake her up," Iori frowned.

"And we're facing Russia. That means Tsar Grigori will be on the field," Okisato glared.

"You're pretty familiar with that guy. How'd you first meet?"

"It was shortly after I beat Svetlana one time. He emerged from the shadows, congratulated me, then challenged me to an informal match."

"And?"

"It ended in a draw."

"How!?"

Okisato sighed and shook his head. "It was at a time when I wasn't as experienced as I am now. Ever since, he's constantly put outside pressure on me. Whether it be sending his personal soldiers after me, or simply sending intimidating messages over the phone, that man constantly seeks to get under my skin."

"All the more reason to sweep his ass then."

"Assuming he even decides to play me. Remember, we're stuck fielding Ginji for the time being."

"The geezer's still out? Sheesh, Azenira-chan got over that shit in hours."

"And at his age, he's lucky he didn't end up bedridden," Maida clapped back. "Now get to breakfast. I will not hinder you any longer."

...

Azalea covered her face with her hands in dismay as she sat in her hotel room.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY WON'T DISCIPLINE THEM!? I CAN'T FUCKING SIT DOWN!" Francie fumed as she laid prone on the bed.

"They say that since your condition came about after you lost a game of chess, which was considered an official underground match, there is no reason to punish Iori Ishikiridokoro or the Japanese team as a whole," Azalea sighed.

"Bullshit! I got hemorrhoids too, and I wasn't playing!" Myrtle fumed.

"You were considered part of the bet it seems..."

"And now what!? Our asses are burning so much, we can't sit or play properly!"

"Just down some painkillers," Kandi grumbled.

"More like morphine by how much pain they're in," Imogen growled.

"Oh yeah, supe me up on morphine. GREAT FUCKING IDEA!" Francie fumed as she chucked her phone at the wall.

"Sheesh, I was only trying to help."

"But suping her up on morphine could do more harm than good. Besides, we still need to play today," Marigold sighed.

"And you think either of us can!?" Myrtle fumed.

"Then we play one down to start."

Smash!

Everyone stared as Francie rose and punched a hole in the wall.

"Like hell. Like hell I'm going to sit this shit out after I was fucking cheated. I'm playing!"

"And will you stand the whole time?" Kandi glared.

"No, I just need to get a wheelchair, cut a part of the seat out, and no pressure on my ass."

"And where will we get a wheelchair?"

"Should be easy-"

"And you think they'll just let you damage a rental? We'd need to buy one."

A malicious glare and smile formed on Francie's face. "Nah, I know where I can get a free one. Myrtle!"

"Huh? But my ass is in pain-"

"You're my lackey, so shut the fuck up!"

Myrtle begrudgingly agreed and got up, following Francie out of the room.

...

Myrtle scowled in confusion as the two met up with Iorwerth. "Why him?"

"Because... It's obvious!" Francie angrily smiled.

"I don't get it?"

"Ugh, just wait and see. Now, follow my lead."

Francie quickly grabbed Myrtle's wrist and leaped out from hiding. As they did, the four women that had been approaching stopped in their tracks.

The four woman were all part of Pakistan's women's team and were all recognizable. First there was a bespectacled woman clad in a green headscarf and tracksuit named, Uzma Okari. Next was a girl with long green hair clad in a black jacket, sweat pants, platform sneakers, and a pink undershirt named, Hira Mir.

Then there was a bald girl clad in a white bathrobe, skinny jeans, and gray platform sneakers named Saima Bux. She was arguably the most eye-catching of the bunch due to the fact that she was completely bald and had covered said bald head along with her face and mouth in lime-green beauty cream. Saima was a beauty vlogger, and had originally come to Budapest with her multi-colored dreadlocks intact, but following the second round, she ended up getting the full bald makeover package from Melisha, leaving her without hair, brow, or lash. Now sporting fake eyelashes, she then decided that for the duration of every round, she'd encase her head and face in beauty cream every day following breakfast. As such, it meant she'd be unable to eat or speak properly until the round was over.

Finally, there was a girl in a wheelchair. Wavy strands of pink hair peaked out from her pink headscarf, which paired well with her pink jacket and platform sneakers, while skinny jeans and a basic white undershirt rounded out her look. This was Kalsoom Zuberi, a girl who was making headlines due to her making the national team despite her physical disability. Wheelchair bound as far back as she could remember, Kalsoom often had it rough as she struggled to perform day-to-day tasks by herself. Chess, however, was a sport where her disability didn't hinder her, though traveling long distances could sometimes be difficult for her. Luckily, she had been approved to be one of Pakistan's two DSPCMs, giving her the ability to warp to secret puzzle cafes worldwide, making it far easier for her to compete in tournaments.

Myrtle's heart began to sink a bit as she noticed Kalsoom. "No, Francie... We're not seriously-"

But her thoughts were cut short by Francie greeting the Pakistanis.

"Wassup! I here you gals got a real gamer on your team. Any idea where she is?"

"Mmph? Ngh, mmph ngh mmph mmph ngh mmph [Soraya? Oh, I can tell you about her]," Saima happily nodded.

"Um, mind saying that without the cream covering your mouth?"

"Mmph ngh mmph. Mmph ngh mmph ngh mmph [No can do. It's part of a challenge]."

"Anyone else? Like you with the sweats?"

"دفع ہو جاﺅ [Piss off]," Hira snarled.

"Uh, what?"

"In polite terms, she said to "get lost". My apologies, but we are on a timetable. Soraya's a free spirit too, so I'm afraid her whereabouts are a mystery. Perhaps she's already at the venue?" Uzma frowned.

"Really? Then get your asses moving!" Iorwerth snickered as he ran out from hiding and grabbed the handles of Kalsoom's wheelchair, pushing her away at a rapid pace.

"S- Stop! You push too fast!"

"Shut it, Iori-chan's stealin' your ride, but she don't want you int it!" Iorwerth cackled as he dumped Kalsoom out and made off with the wheelchair.

"I- IORI-CHAN!? That fucking bitch! Quick, let's help her- AUGH!"

Francie grimaced in pain as she clutched her ass while trying to lean down and help Kalsoom up.

"Are you alright?" Uzma asked.

"No... That Iori-chan, she did something horrible to me last night against my will, and now it's hard to move... I can't even sit down properly."

"Sounds like you need medical attention then," a voice growled.

Everyone turned to notice Yllka arriving alongside Venera. Upon noticing Venera, Uzma scowled and quickly ordered everyone to move along, kindly asking Yllka to help with Kalsoom as well.

"Seems like she just needs a wheelchair. I can get her one. What about you?" she asked Francie.

"L- Look at my ass."

Francie half-expected Yllka to do an about face and storm away, but once she had finished sitting Kalsoom upright against the wall, she went over to Francie and pulled down her pants. "Care to explain what kind of stupidity brought this on?"

"It was nonconsensual. Iori-chan of Japan did it!"

"She did it to me too!" Myrtle fumed as she pulled down her pants and panties to expose her ass.

"Not as bad as hers, but still... I can't do anything about this now, but after the round..."

Yllka stealthily slipped a piece of paper into Francie's cleavage just as a bellhop arrived with a wheelchair for Kalsoom.

Once Kalsoom was loaded in, Yllka and the bellhop left, leaving just Francie and Myrtle behind.

Now seemingly all alone, Francie turned to Myrtle and began smiling. "Well that worked great. Now we just gotta tank the round and it's hemorrhoids and Iori on the cancelling bloc!"

"Wait, so then the reason Iorwerth stole the wheelchair-"

"Was to frame Iori and to get me a comfy seat for the round."

"Wait! You're actually gonna mess up her wheelchair!?"

"Um, duh?"

Myrtle stood there with her jaw hanging open. On camera, Francie was known for being an asshole, but off camera, she was normally really chill and level-headed. Sure, she could also be an asshole, but to this extent, was a bit too much for Myrtle.

"Look, I know your ass is sore, but stealing a disabled girl's wheelchair to use for yourself is just wrong."

Francie scowled and slapped Myrtle across the face. "And thanks to these unconsensual hemorrhoids, I get a free asshole pass to use to soothe my suffering. So shut the fuck up, Iori's taking the fall for this anyway."

"Why?"

"Because injustice prevented her from being charged proper, so we do this shit the vigilante way."

As the two walked away, a red-haired girl with tan skin let out a sigh of relief as she slumped down to the ground. This was Indonesia's Reda Zamrun, a professional photographer contracted with many famous modeling agencies. And in true photographer fashion, she had managed to spy on Francie and Myrtle's entire conversation unbeknownst to the two of them.

"And why're you slumped here out of view? You llok like you just eavesdropped on a conspiracy or something," a woman with short blonde hair and tan skin frowned as she adjusted her sunglasses.

"Ria, you know how hard our little photographer works to get our good sides? We've got enough stress to deal with thanks to a certain rouge model going bald," a beautiful woman with long black hair smiled as she shot a glare at Endang.

"Hey, I was almost there anyway, and now you got a bald model."

"One we didn't ask for," Sinta snarled.

"Gang's all here. Guess I'll tell you all I captured on the way," Reda nodded as she got up.

"Um, no thanks. If you saw some conspiracy, the less we know, the better," the black-haired woman scowled.

This was the famous Indonesian model, Ayu Gozal. A beloved beauty recently drafted to the national team along with some of her fellow models mainly for publicity. That didn't mean some of the crew wasn't taking it seriously, such as the blonde-haired woman, Ria Mandagi. Like Ayu, she was one of Indonesia's top models, though was frequently trying to break free from her agency to go independent.

"Well regardless of what happened, I prefer silence before the match. We can be marry after work," Ria growled.

"No fun... But I guess this isn't a big thing yet, so I'll hold off on talking about it," Reda shrugged.