Chess. A game deemed boring until you really get to the heart of what it's about. Thinking ahead, preparing strategies, predicting the future. The Shade(aka the bad guy) loved chess. And he was brilliant at it. Hours of meticulous preparation and an unfathomable "battle" strategy was beginning to take shape. He had never ever lost at chess. And he didn't intend on losing to Roma.
He turned on the TV. The news was on. "Roma beaten by Bologna on Fabio's Debut" it blared. This made him happy, this made him feel like what he was doing was worth it. He would take down Roma and Fabio. But then he would re-build it minus Fabio, a second attempt at building an empire just like the Romans had done back in the day.
But back to now, now he had to prepare to be Fabio's downfall, a thorn in his proverbial side until the appointed time came when he would make him fall from grace. He was going to continue to wreak havoc at the club, doing everything he could to ensure Fabio didn't succeed. But if all was well he would make his move on him at the end of the season. He would deal with him. Permanently
. As the world mourned he would make his move. He would step in to bring Roma to new heights. Make them a European powerhouse again. Fabio would be forgotten.
The pieces on the chess board were all converging on Roma's queen. The focal point of the entire game. But Roma were putting up a fight, Rooks and Knights rushing to protect their queen. Despite this the Shade knew the end was inevitable. He just had to choose when to make his move. It was a fore gone conclusion. He was far too intelligent for them. He just had to pick the moment.
Roma Were Going to lose
: Sensational September