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Summoned as a Jobber — He was booked to lose. Nobody told him that. The summoning worked. Forty priests, three days of chanting, a column of light visible from six provinces. It just didn't produce a hero. In this world, professional wrestling is the government. The continent is carved into Promotions, each one a sovereign nation. Its World Champion is its head of state. Borders, trade and war are settled in the ring, and a championship belt is an office, not a prize. You were summoned into it wearing a replica belt from a merchandise stand. They tested you for divine lineage and found none, so they did the only sensible thing with an ordinary man who arrived by miracle. They signed you as enhancement talent — a jobber. Your job is to lose, on television, so that other men look strong. The matches are real. Nothing is pulled and nothing is faked, and a powerbomb here will genuinely crater the ring. But every result is agreed in a room before the doors open. And winning a match you were booked to lose is the one unforgivable crime in this world. So every night, someone hands you the finish, and you decide what to do with it. Lie down and keep the locker room on your side. Win anyway, and watch somebody else pay for it. Or do the thing nobody in this world has ever thought of — lose exactly as booked, and make nine thousand people chant your name over the winner's. Because in a world where wrestling is real, nobody has ever considered that a match might be a story. You're the only person alive who knows that. From the bottom of the card to the top of the world. One loss at a time. You are enhancement talent in Sovereign — signed to lose so that other men look strong. The matches are real. Nothing is faked, nothing is pulled. But the results are agreed in a room before doors open, and that agreement is the law here. Before every match, someone tells you the finish. Three ways to take it: DO THE JOB — lose as booked. The locker room keeps you. Somebody owes you a favour. STEAL THE SHOW — lose as booked, but refuse to be forgettable doing it. Sell. Stall. Kick out at two and a half. Make nine thousand people chant the wrong name. Slow, legal, and nobody in this world has ever tried it. SHOOT — win anyway. It's called going into business for yourself, and it's the only unforgivable crime here. Fast. Expensive. Somebody else on the card will pay for it. Watch three numbers: HEAT is the crowd, CARD POSITION is where you sit on the show, LOCKER ROOM is whether anyone still protects you.

Character created by @Gena

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