After the show...

After his win over Frosty Chillingsworth, Chessman stumbles back stage,
obviously out of breath and in pain.

"Yes! I did it! I mean I knew I could but I actually did it!"

"You took too long." Olga looks at him disapprovingly.

He looks back at her, annoyed. "What do you know! I got the Checkmate didn't I? Dang it,
why do I feel so cold?"

"Ok. Ok. I am now the number 1 contender for the Tsunami Championship! Yes! Didn't think
it would happen this fast... oh.... wait..."

"Yes?" Ogla begins to tap her foot impatiently, as if waiting for him to catch up.

"Oh pawn me. TheNeck."

"Yes Chessman. TheNeck."

"Have you actually seen that thing? Is it really even a neck? I mean come on!
His shoulders practically meet up with his chin! Most people are shaped like Bishops!
Tall, lean, pointy head. He's got the pointy head to be sure, but he's more built like
a Rook! Solid and... not neck like!"

"We need to begin training immediately. Get your chess board. Combined speed matches
and pressure points in 10 minutes!"

Chessman catches his breath finally. "TheNeck... can't twist it really, nothing to twist.
It would be like twisting a torso. What am I worried about! I have more holds
than the Library of Congress! I have more locks than the front door to the Gold Repository!
I've taken more pawns than Kasparov!"

Olga breaths a sigh. "Oh look. Its TheNeck."

"EIIIII!" Chessman runs off, panting and yelling all the way. TheNeck is no where to
be seen.

In your nightmares.