[The onlookers in the arena are all cheering and yelling in anticipation of the final round between Jerry and Croc. Too bad they're all gonna be disappointed when Asher steps out. In the commentary booth, Bradley sits quietly minding his own business reading through some notes. He flips through a few pages.]
Bradley: Hmmm... I wonder if coffee and cocaine will keep me awake longer or just flat-out kill me. Eh, win-win.
[The door to the commenter booth opens up. Bradley turns around and sees his brother Bentley walk inside holding two mugs.]
Bentley: I'm back!
Bradley: (Muttering) Sadly...
[Bentley walks over to the desk he was sitting at before and takes a seat next to Bradley. He places one mug in front of himself and places the other next to his brother.]
Bradley: (Quietly) Thanks...
Bentley: No problem!
Bradley: Mmm...
[Bentley looks out of the commentator both down at the fight ring.]
Bentley: The fight still hasn't started yet?
[Bradley rubs his forehead and groans.]
Bradley: *Groan* No. And I haven't a fucking clue why! I wish they would hurry the hell up and start! I want to go home and go to sleep!
Bentley: If you want to sleep later, why are you drinking coffee? That's just going to keep you awake.
[Bradley takes a sip of his coffee.]
Bradley: *Sip* Because drinking coffee is the only thing that helps me get over my recurring crippling anxiety.
[Bentley sits there silently and looks at his brother concerned. Bradley just takes another sip of his coffee as he notices his brother looking at him.]
Bradley: What?
Bentley: Urhm... Are you alright Brad?
[Bradley looks back down at the arena.]
Bradley: *Deep Exhale* Never been better...
Bentley: I- Alright. If you say so...
[The two pick up their notes and proceed to look through them. A few seconds later, the door to the commenter booth opens and a Suited Demon, much like the ones who seem to work here, pops his head in and talks to the two brothers.]
Suited Demon: The Ref says the next round is about to start.
Bradley: Finally!
Suited Demon: Yea... But there's uhhh- there have been some complications regarding the fight.
[Bentley turns to look at the Suited Demon.]
Bentley: What kind of complications?
Suited Demon: The kind that needs to be delivered to you verbally. So get ready for another guy coming up here soon.
Bentley: Understood!
[Bentley gives the Suited Demon a thumbs up while Bradley flicks him off without looking at him.]
Suited Demon: Asshole...
[The Suited Demon leaves the room and closes the door. Bentley turns around and puts his notes down and looks at his brother.]
Bentley: Do you think we should start now or wait for the note?
Bradley: Now.
Bentley: But what if we've made some sort of mistake?
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Headaches & Hazbins: Book 1: New Kind of Life, New Kind of Hell
FanfictionYa either go up or down... A small-time robber, Asher C. Burns, takes the trip down after he meets his end in an attempt to save his boss from life in prison at Alcatraz. After death, he finds himself in the chaotic hellhole of Pentagram City. Now p...
