A host of encounters

As Okisato sat at a table, a familiar bald face suddenly tumbled into it, sending drinks and food flying everywhere.

"Iyaaaah! Don't slam me into the table again, Meelis!" Õnne moaned as she began licking up the spilled drinks.

"So did "Meelis" take note I was sitting here before you threw yourself into the table?" Okisato growled.

Õnne's blissful expression vanished instantly as a scowl overtook her face. "Oh, it's you. Well no matter, I'll be leaving."

"ÕNNE!" a voice shouted.

Õnne rolled her eyes as a group of 5 men marched up behind her.

"Õnne, the hell are you saying about me!?" a stout middle-aged man with a goatee snarled.

"Huh? Nothing, you fat old pig. Now piss off. I'm on date IRL!" Õnne squealed as she suddenly began hugging Okisato.

Okisato quickly maneuvered out of her grip and began storming away. However, two large young men, both blonde and looking almost identical to one another blocked his way.

"Sit down and... talk," they eerily smiled as they began shoving Okisato back.

"GYAAAAH! M- My wife... It's my wife! Save me!" a man with long gray hair trembled as he hid behind a miserable looking middle-aged man.

"Kühvel, your wife is dead. We all buried her, so we know she ain't coming back to get ya," the man sighed.

"L- Look over there!"

The man turned, but to his shock and horror, there stood a woman with black hair, pale gray skin, and black eyes with glowing pink irises. The girl most certainly was a zombie, but not of Kühvel's wife. Rather, she was simply Turakina Khatun of the Mongolian women's team.

As for Kühvel Hauakaevaja, he was a timid man who once had an abusive wife. One day, his wife finally died, and he was thrilled, but every night after burying her, he had nightmares of her. Worse, he was the town gravedigger so he was always in close proximity to his wife's body, only fueling his paranoia.

As for the man he was cowering behind, his name was Georg Rõivas, Maila's father. He was a grandmaster and farmer that believed his daughter, Maila, would become the world's savior. The town he lived in also believed in Maila, including the two twin boys, Feliks and Paavo Sokk, as well as the angry middle-aged man.

As Okisato tried to force his way past Feliks and Paavo, the two suddenly parted, only for the middle-aged man to now block Okisato's path. "The hell are you, and the hell did you corrupt my daughter with!?"

"And you are?" Okisato glared.

"Meelis Sokk!"

"Meelis?"

It was then that all the dots connected. "Ah, you've got family issues, Õnne-chan," Okisato nodded as he turned towards an Õnne trying to stealthily escape.

"Tch, was hoping you wouldn't find out. But guess I'll do the introductions. The pig's Meelis Sokk, the inspiration for my precious Meelis. And the creepy twins, my shitty little brothers. Brats act like they're straight out of a horror movie 24/7, and seem to always be with each other too. And the other two... irrelevant."

Both Kühvel and Georg appeared greatly hurt by the comment and sunk to the floor in depression.

"You brat, technology's corrupted you. We used to all be a nice happy village, then you got a damn smartphone and the damn thing brainwashed you!" Meelis fumed.

"Maila's also starting to grow distant... She's the savior though... But she's still got a good heart... But she's been avoiding me... Why?" Georg trembled.

"Maybe because she lost her game, dipshit. If you won't use your smartphone, use your WWCF card to watch the matches," Õnne snarled.

"Y- You used to be so nice too... Why do all women end up like this..."

"Because you're pathetic, that's why. The whole damn town is. That's why I left it for the city. Now piss off and let me enjoy my date."

"Like hell! That thing you made's a damn mockery of me, your own father! YOU TRYIN' TO SLANDER ME AS SOME ABUSIVE SEX HOG!?" Meelis roared.

"Yes. Oh, but I also made his voice a bit of a mixture between Feliks and Paavo. Really goes to show how much I hate archaic assholes like you."

Okisato meanwhile, had heard enough of this squabble and wanted to leave, but both Feliks and Paavo were blocking him once more. "Do you want me to destroy you in 6B?" Okisato glared as he cracked his knuckles.

"We could take a scrawny bean like you," the twins grinned in unison.

As the three stared each other down, Kühvel decided to look Okisato up on his WWCF card, and as soon as he did, he went pale. "F- Feliks! Paavo! Let that guy go! He'll destroy us all if we anger him further!"

Everyone turned and gathered round, growing equally as pale when they saw Okisato's profile.

"Hah!? 2700!? Uh... Oh no," Meelis trembled as Okisato cracked his knuckles.

"How about a 5 versus 1?"

Everyone began to sweat, before Feliks suddenly pointed at the stage. "Uh, we're up next! Sorry, but we gotta play!" he nervously smiled as everyone took the cue and ran off.

There was some truth to Feliks' word as the 5 grabbed their accordions and went up on stage to perform the Estonian folk song, Kui mina ükskord noores eas võtsin vana naise for the karaoke contest.

"Huh, now those are some interesting lyrics. So, care to explain why you dragged me into your problems?" Okisato asked as he stared down Õnne.

Õnne smirked and shrugged, intentionally jiggling her breasts in the process. "Just a little coincidence. Perhaps, I was just testing your manhood."

"Always the difficult one," Okisato grumbled.

"I've always been difficult. It's my whole character trait, thank you very much."

"A trait you should rock with pride. Show them you're a girl with no restraints," a voice giggled.

Okisato and Õnne turned to come face to face with a completely hairless girl in a blue robe and white sneakers. The woman was flanked by a purple-haired girl in a mask and hoodie on one side, and a bespectacled girl clad in a blue hoodie, red pants, and green boots.

A quick search on the WWCF card revealed the three to be Azerbaijan's Aydan Bülbül, Dinara Pərdə, and Afag Taghiyeva, respectively.

"And what's the pleasure of this encounter?" Õnne asked.

"Just passin' by. Keep up the freedom, girl," Aydan smiled as she strolled away.

As soon as the Estonians finished their song, a young beautiful woman with long red hair strutted onto the stage, slamming her sneaker down on the speaker as she gazed lustfully at the crowd and jiggled her breasts. "So who wants some of this peak femininity!?"

The crowd roared with excitement.

This was Radina Rangelova, a 25-year old bad bitch straight out of Bulgaria. Not only was she a popstar that could give Tina Schift a run for her money, but she was also a grandmaster, as were the fellow members of her band, Лкж69, romanticized, Lkz69. The name was derived from the Bulgarian phrase, Лоша кучка женственост, romanticized, Losha kuchka zhenstvenost, which roughly translated to "Bad bitch femininity". This all-female band was quickly topping charts worldwide, and making a name for themselves in the chess world as well.

There was the snarky green-haired Donka Donchova, the "villainess" of the group so to say along with her "minions", the pink-haired Yordanka Dancheva, and the blonde-haired Elitsa Zlatkova. The final member was a girl with long blonde hair, styled similarly to Donka's, named Kalina Karaslavova. She was regarded as the "heroine" of the group, with Radina being "the mentor". While many believed these roles were just theatrics, there was a bit of truth to them as behind the scenes, there was some tension between everyone.

But when it was showtime, bygones were bygones as everyone felt it was in their best interests to put forth their best effort and not let grudges risk bringing them down. This was the secret to why the group was still together, though that didn't mean things were completely settled.

As band then began singing their hit song, a cover of Bulgarian folk song, Pustono Ludo i Mlado, Venera sat and nodded to the beat while a blue Fjolla sat in annoyance.

"We were going to go up and sing, but now... I'm blue," Fjolla trembled.

"I mean, you can always go up. Don't think you're restricted if you're blue," Venera shrugged.

"It's a matter of pride," Fjolla growled as the Bulgarians left the stage, clearing the way for Team Albania.

"Guess it'll just be a three-girl show since you n' the doc don't wanna sing," Venera shrugged as she walked towards the stage.

There, she was joined by a hairless girl with red skin clad in black shorts, sneakers, and a bra top, and a girl with long red and black dreadlocks clad in white sneakers, yoga pants, and a red and black robe with an Albanian eagle on it. These two were Albulena Ulkinaku and Drita Çela.

Born a triplet in Kosovo, Albulena quickly grew up to become a proud Albanian nationalist, leading to her moving to Tirana after graduating high school. There, she pledged herself fully to Albania in the form of shaving all her hair off and having every inch of her body inked red like the Albanian flag. She also had multiple Albanian eagles tattooed on her body with the most prominent ones being on her forehead and backside. 

Drita on the other hand was a chill, but at times dank and raunchy streamer. She prided herself on the fact that she was an Albanian pagan, and knew how to sing and dance "well enough to pass a K-pop audition". That said, no K-pop agency had formally scouted her, nor did Drita actually want to be a K-pop star. She enjoyed the genre though, but was perfectly content with her lavish lifestyle brought in part by her rich family and streaming career. 

Once the Albanians finished singing Jarnana, air horns blasted out, signifying the next DJ challenge was here.

"This one's an extra special 50 MILLION WWCF POINTS PER PLAYER! But only for the players that win. Ireland, Armenia, the Åland Islands, and the land known as "The Ice" by it's locals, ANTARCTICA! Send your ladies teams to the 6B tank! It's time for some team chess!"