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Back in the locker room, Kaelen sat in silence as a medical bot knit his ribs back together. He checked his tablet. He was trending #1, but his "Authenticity Rating" had dropped by 2%. In the center of the pit stood Kaelen,
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"Good work," Jax said, walking in with a glowing holographic contract. "The fans want a grudge match. We’re thinking of scripted betrayal for the next quarter. You’ll need to 'accidentally' leak a video of you and The Ravager sharing a drink."