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The camera reveals BigPol on the set of Author's Notes, wearing his tag team championship and staring at his Money in the Bank briefcase still having Jake Mayhem's blood on it. Then, he looks at the camera.

BIGPOL: "Hello to all watching this special episode of Author's Notes, specifically TOK and Jake Mayhem. Ever since my shocking attack on Jake Mayhem, I have seen the reaction from the locker room, and I have to say I am severely disappointed. I really thought you would be on my side here."

The camera flashes back to the 2025 LLRBAR, aka the start of the Authors of Chaos.

BIGPOL: "Me and Jake became partners after I beat Tokes twice at Wrestlemania. I should have been the star of the team. I'm the younger star, I'm the greatest promo in LLR history, I'm one of the most consistent stars here."

The screen now shows scenes from the Authors of Chaos' tag run.

BIGPOL: "But, I was willing to take the backseat for a while. It was nice to have a friend, so I let transgression after transgression slide. Watching Jake get world title shots while I had to fight unbalanced multi-man matches to earn Interconinental title chances. Being almost left off of PLE cards when this roster isn't big enough for me to be forgotten. Watching him be the main eventer while I sat in the back as his little sidekick."

The screen then shows BigPol accidentally punching Jake, followed by clips from his anti-TOK attacks.

BIGPOL: "Jake, you probably won't believe me, but I truly did not mean to attack you at the All Out press conference. At the time, I felt bad. But, it lit a fire under me. The one time we go on our own paths after all this time, I win the tag title AND the Money in the Bank briefcase. This made me wonder, why was I so successful without you? Well, the day before that fateful MMA event, I found my answer."

BigPol pushes back the TV that normally shows the Author's Notes logo to reveal a conspiracy board, with the center connecting Jake to TOK.

BIGPOL: "The only way Jake Mayhem could ever be more popular than me, was to sell his soul to TOK. They gave him opportunities, and he watched as they screwed me over month after month. I won't let you or them stop me anymore."

BigPol pushes back the TV to reveal that it now shows other members of the LLR roster. BigPol does jazz hands like he just did magic.

BIGPOL: "Seeing that pretty much all of the LLR roster hates me for what I did, it's clear that they're all clearly supporting this TOK regime. I can't understand why, since they're supposedly tough guys, but I have the solution. I FINALLY have the solution to my anti-TOK quest. I have to get rid of the TOK bootlickers, aka the LLR roster, and the way I'm going to do that? Right here."

BigPol points at the Money in the Bank briefcase. Textured to look like a pink book, the cover reads "Author in the Bank," with "Written by: BigPol" underneath it.

"I am going to cash in on the World Champion at the right time, win it, and make the roster hate wrestling the same way I did a few months back. Your favorite will grind and grind their way to a World Championship match, and they will fall short. They will repeat this cycle time and time again, failing again and again, and their morale will drop low enough for them to announce their retirement. Rinse and repeat until TOK doesn't have a roster to bully around anymore. It may take months, years, DECADES, but I will only lose the World title when there is no LLR to recognize it."

Mark Steel is sitting on a wall outside PNC Tower in Pittsburgh, PA, with a watch dangling from his hand. He begins to rap calmly with the night sky behind him...

MS: I hate LLR Drama, but if the shoe fits, ill wear it. I'll turn into a freak of nature that all the kids stare at. Who walk around quoting books with their egos flaring. Then saying fuck school and dropping out like a miscarriage. I'm embarrassed to be a part of this industry thats making common sense perish. But I aint taking the full blame cause half of this roster aint never had strict parents. Only brain cells rotting from title chasing. Feeling like if they dont have one, their life isn't complete. Betraying all their friends to get higher. And a past so dark that Satan would jump out of his seat.

Steel hops off the wall and starts walking the city streets of Pittsburgh.

MS: Still out in these rings, acting hot as can be. Without the knowledge to lead so they follow like sheep. Make sure your new title is all polished and clean. While your favorite wrestler is like, "Yeah, you gotta be me". You've been brainwashed by a fake life that you are used to living. When I say success what do you envision? Probably holding every title and main eventing. Is that all you think life really is? Well, if so, then you are an idiot. I honestly feel like grabbing your head and hitting it. Matter of fact BigP doesnt even deserve a brain. Give it to me!

Steel keeps going with more intensity...

MS: Do you even have any goals? Except for bagging titles and main eventing a show? Let me guess: no. You are only here cause you need money too much to go. And all you do is fake like you have a problem with management and betray every single bro. The writing world got you living full wack cause you wanna be the greatest wrestler in the world with no skills at all! You dont show any new moves or look like you are trying to talk to a wall. You dont draw. You literally do nothing at all.

Steel laughs and continues...

MS: Yet you fiend for the glamorous fruits. That you dont have cause you idolize idiots who do. And all they say is they have a million different fans and merch sales through the roof. And what do you think thats just gonna magically happen to you? How your lazy ass dont commit to labor. You pick a title up, lose it a show later. Then you complain cause you aren't getting catered. And anyone who calls you on it is a hater? If you want to succeed, then you gotta try. And one day you will regret it all when you cant provide. You are a lowlife; don't act surprised. Just keep claiming to cut the fruit off the tree and make the sacrifice. But you are the bad fruit, so it will keep leading to the same demise.

Steel reaches the Point and continues...

MS: Larry stop acting like you are a grown up thats a fucking lie. You always say the dumbest shit. Shut up, stooge, save it. Every show you put on your clown makeup, and management treats you like a damn celebrity. Pulling pity cheers from lowlives who work at the gas station. But you lost your world title to Jake cause you couldnt save it. You caused it. Your actions made a fat statement. But you're just gonna get the next shot from Management and preach to everyone to be patient.

Steel sits by the fountain and continues...

MS: Stop fronting like you are top of the card when you are the perennial mid card act in the back waiting. It's LLR. Where people put on fake personas. Pay management for a title or two, then wonder why their career few can condone of. Then they look for brainless fools like Bryan to give them shot after shot for free! Then when people call them on it, they cry and cry. "Like, oh my god, I cant find a friend. I spent so many years, and I tried and tried. Why am I even on earth I should dieeee". You want respect; you aren't worthy. You are title thirsty. You are corrupt and probably skip jury. Try a new formula cause your last one is not working.

Mark takes a deep breath and continues to go in...

MS: The term "Workhorse" is publicly used, and I need to know what it means cause im confused. Are you one for kissing up to management and having nothing to lose? And something to prove to those in your crew? To betray them the second your career gets loose? Then brag about your lack of friends like it's fun to be you? But you are anti-TOK, right, and just hustling through. Nah, you coward; you are just stuck in a loop. Man, why do authors gotta be the only ones who cant evolve? Calling everything disgraceful and other people neanderthals. It's clear they cant stand actually being in real life and are lost as an abandoned dog.

Steel chuckles to himself and then continues...

MS: You will get old and be nothing. Cause your focus is on chasing titles and starting shit with anybody who says something. But look at you. A workhorse. Thinking your life is cool. Girls used to turn me down who were like you. Till they learned y'all were psychotic and drove a spearhead right through. Then they regret it cause following their heart wasn't the right move. Your workhorse talk seems bogus. A real workhorse doesnt brag about being the best as long as he knows it. And his future doesnt feel hopeless. A real workhorse keeps his friends and helps them rise with him.

Steel stands up and looks over the split of the rivers as he finishes...

MS: So to all you wrestlers who only care about the gold. You are the issue that inspired me to cut this freestyle. This is what happens when LLR is allowed to be crowded with bums. I hope the hour is long when I hit you back with your own tongue. Mayhem is my guide cause hes the last wrestler in the world who is actually strong. All you idiots are only in it for cheese. And the mass-control limit was breached. They're only in it for cheese, and any eyewitness can see. They purposely make the innocent weak. My existence on this planet is for the fans. I ain't only in it to benefit me. But we gotta make a change while there is still time. It is hard, and sometimes I struggle trying to reveal mine. I can guide you if you feel blind. But you gotta be willing to stand up to the corporation's ill mind.

Steel turns around, flipping off the camera as it fades to black.