Forceful invite

Yuusuke scowled as he stood atop the stage for the awards ceremony. Just like in his dream, his team had won first, and he had failed to win any of his remaining games, yet he did manage to get a draw in the final round, sealing the victory for his team. Thus, his teammates had no ires with him.

"Zsa Zsa is not satisfied. Mimoko was not conquered, the bastard who humiliated me wasn't either, Zsa Zsa must have complete dominance!" Zsa Zsa fumed.

"Oh, you wanna cry? I thought we were screwed when Peter beat me, but I guess the jobber boy got a draw and saved the day, well, thanks to everyone else pulling off miraculous wins," Xiu shrugged.

The draw had lessened the frustration Yuusuke felt, but it didn't erase it. "This performance was lousy... Really feels like I shouldn't be wearing this thing," he thought as he stared down at his medal.

"See, he managed to get gold," Mimoko smiled as she clapped.

"Only because he got carried. He even lost tons of elo. Hardly a winning performance," Hagemi scowled.

Just then, the hooded man approached the stage. "Yuusuke Shousen, I presume?"

"Huh? What do you want?" Yuusuke grumbled.

Upon hearing the man's voice, Hagemi's eyes bulged. "No, what's he doing here!?" she thought as she began running towards him.

Seeing Hagemi approaching, the man tossed his cloak towards Hagemi, revealing himself to be clad in a bunny suit and heels. He then materialized a letter, seemingly out of thin air, and tossed it to Yuusuke.

"You are summoned to the tournament of jobbers," the man stated before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Yuusuke stared at the letter in disbelief as Hagemi frantically stormed up to him. "No, you... YOU FUCKING IDIOT! DID YOU APPROACH HIM!?"

"Wha- What's the freakout for?"

Even many of the others were confused as to why Hagemi looked so frantic.

"Not sure I've seen that man before. Care to enlighten me as to who he is?" Peter asked.

Hagemi went silent, snatching the letter from Yuusuke, and opening it up. She didn't bother reading its contents aloud, simply tossing it to the ground for all to gather around and read.

"'Yuusuke Shousen, after observing your performance and reviewing your record, you've been deemed bad enough to be summoned to the Jobber-off tournament in a week's time. Representatives will retrieve you and bring you to the venue. You will compete against 6 others, and should you lose the whole tournament, you shall be eliminated. Thank you, and have a nice day. Train hard, the Jobberslayer League'. The first I've heard of them," Peter scowled.

"Because you're a success. I know about them thanks to them coming to visit ole Xiao Lin," Xiu snickered.

"And?"

"And what? That's it. I don't know who they are, only that they host tournaments for jobbers in order to get rid of them."

Okisato's gaze shifted to Hagemi, who was pacing away, still shaken. "Seems like I'll have to pry her for knowledge," he thought.

...

In an undisclosed location, a furious bound and gagged Sir Kit Ziegler struggled before a completely hairless woman with Deep Blue eyes clad in a bunny suit and sneakers.

"Ah, you strugglin'. But hun, uh, hun like honey not the warriors, cuz you ain't no warrior, you just embarrassin' yourself stupid," she snickered in a thick Polish accent as she let loose an unsettling grin and pulled back his gag.

"RELEASE ME! I'M A WWCF EXECUTIVE BOARD MEMBER!"

"One who dun disgrace the 2900 rating those chips give ya. But that dun board mostly be ignoramus showboats anyhow. So, hun, wanna get out? Pass the test, and you're free, but fail, n' you be hoedownin' at a dun jobber-off."

"RELEASE ME-"

"It's chess. Win, n' you're free, lose n' it's jobber time."

The woman then set up a chessboard and feed one of Kit's hands, allowing him to play. She then opened by moving her pawn to b4, while Kit responded by moving his pawn to d5.

"Just so you know, there's draw odds, so you draw, you win," the woman stated as she moved her pawn to c3.

"Odds!? I'm elite, not odd!" Kit fumed as he moved his pawn to e5.

"You don't dun know what odds are? How'd you dun become executive of a chess federation?" the woman scowled as she moved her pawn to d3.

"I'M RICH AND ELITE!" Kit fumed as he slammed his pawn down on c5.

"And that makes you qualified how?" the woman snarled as she captured said pawn with her b-pawn.

"Why should a man like I be deprived of such an elite position? I bought my way into the Vatican, why can't I buy my way to 2900 chess success?" Kit scoffed as he quickly captured the pawn at c5 with his bishop.

The woman held her tongue as she moved her pawn to d4.

"Silence!? See, I'M RIGHT!" Kit huffed as he captured the pawn at d4 with his e-pawn.

The woman continued to remain silent as she recaptured at d4 with her c-pawn, but as soon as Kit decided to capture said pawn with his bishop, the line the woman had been meaning to say could finally be spoken.

"You call this 2900-level chess?" she scoffed as she captured the bishop at d4 with her queen.

"What!? You question my skill!? I'm a 2900-level grandmaster elite!" Kit fumed as he moved his knight to h6.

"No, your rating's 2900, but you're no grandmaster," the woman glared as she captured said knight with her bishop.

"GRANDMASTER SIR KIT ZIEGLER! THAT'S MY TITLE, WOMAN!" Kit shouted as he castled king's side.

"No, title's jobber, hun. Checkmate," the woman spat as she captured the pawn at g7 with her queen, winning the game.

"YOU CHEATED! YOU- MMPH!"

"And to the Jobber-off, you're going," the woman glared as she re-gagged Kit. "You have one week to practice, if you can get out of those restraints. Not like I'd dun expect you to practice or improve from it anyway," she scoffed as she tossed a letter to Kit before vanishing in a puff of smoke. 

Alone, all Kit could do was let out muffled screams and struggle.

The full game:

White: Evil bunny woman (?) Black: Sir Kit Ziegler (2900)

1. b4 d5

2. c3 e5

3. d3 c5

4. bxc5 Bxc5

5. d4 exd4

6. cxd4 Bxd4

7. Qxd4 Nh6

8. Bxh6 O-O

9. Qxg7#