A/N: 15,500+ WORDS. MY. FUCKING. GOD. Making it a Finale just because of that.
A/N Update (12/24/2023): I forgot to take some bold text out, so I did it now. I also added a description for Leo and his office at the end of the chapter. I recommend giving that section a reread if you'd like. Sorry for the confusion. <3
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Asher: (Muttering) Hmmm...
[Asher mutters to himself as he peeks out from the locker room and into the main center of the arena. He can't see much from where he's standing, but what he can see isn't the most reassuring. The arena is in a worse state than it was the last time he checked. There's concrete rubble, bent rebar from the concrete, and a few of the bleachers from around the ring are strewn across the entire arena. It was a mess before, but now it's a complete wreck. A few of the intruders are walking around searching the bleachers, with a few others looking around the rubble for anything. Most likely searching for any King Henchmen. There are about two dozen of them in total. A few Kingsmen Henchmen who don't appear to be breathing are lying up top near the exit and entrances of the center arena. Asher can't tell what exactly happened to them, but he's confident they won't be getting back up. He can't see precisely what became of the bar that has a hole in the wall from earlier since it's above him, but he can guess nothing changed or it's gotten worse. Overall, the situation does not look good in the slightest. Asher takes a puff from his cigarette and blows out the smoke as he continues to analyze the situation.]
Croc: So...
[Asher hears Croc speak incredibly close to him. He can see Croc's snout above him out of the top of his eyes. He seems to be looking around the arena like Asher.]
Croc: (Snarky) Got a plan, little man?
[Asher looks back at the arena and the disaster he's caught in. He then holds up his left hand and one finger.]
Asher: First off, this little man sent you to the ground not too long ago.
[Croc glares down at Asher as he holds up a second finger.]
Asher: Second, give me a minute. I'm trying to save our asses...
Crco: And how exactly do you intend on doing that?
[Asher lowers his fingers and returns his hand to the doorway.]
Asher: Ohhhhh– I don't know...
[He looks around the arena, spotting more intruders entering through double doors above the opposite locker room. His eyes stop on the Commentator's booth to their right.]
Asher: I'll figure something out...
*Step* *Step* *Step* *Step*
[The two hear some footsteps behind them. They turn around and see the Cyclops Arena-Keeper, arms crossed, walking towards them with Bradley following behind.]
Cyclops Arena-Keeper: So? How does it look out there?
[They stop walking when they get close enough to Asher and Croc. The two can slightly peek out of the doorway and into the arena. Really, all they can see is a little portion of the center ring.]
Asher: Besides what one of your men said earlier, nothing's really changed.
[Asher turns back around towards the arena and blows some smoke out of the corner of his mouth.]
Asher: We're cornered in the locker room and outnumbered by a uhh– A fair amount.
Cyclops Arena-Keeper: Great...
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