A/N: Thanks to Renowned-Wolf for helping with a few things.

The episode begins with a flashback, showing a giant stadium at the center of The Greed Ring  where thousands of spectators are watching the stage at the front. Spotlights shine everywhere before green flames sprout at the stands.

Announcer: (offscreen) Alright, folks! Give it up for the king of all things greeeen! Hell's number one clown! The money-maker himself!

A giant sign pops up from the stands and makes a spinning slot motion like a slot machine before it stops to a jackpot, revealing the name of the sign: Mammon. The scene switches to the spectators all cheering on for the one demon to appear on stage. A teenage Blitzo and Fizz are shown cheering in the crowd.

Announcer: (offscreen) The sin you all looove most - Mammon, King of Greeeed!

In a rockstar entrance scene, Mammon slides on stage with a guitar pops up on stage with green flames and confetti bursting from behind him, wearing sunglasses.

Mammon: Heya, Implings! How're you little c**** (honk) doing tonight? I hope you're ready for the best fucking show you will ever see in your...

An explosion occurs on scene before his face gets a close-up.

Mammon: ...shit lives!

Like everyone else, Blitzo and Fizz are having the time of their lives, screaming their lungs out.

Crowd: Mammon, Mammon, Mammon!

Mammon: Right. I got tons of really fuckin' cool (spins his guitar) shit for you 'ere tonight. But, first, how many of you worthless bitches wanna be big clowns like me someday?

Although, Mammon couldn't hear Blitzo and Fizz screaming their lungs out, then they excitedly raise their hands up, in hopes of getting noticed by him.

Fizz: I do, I do!

Blitzo: Me, me, me, me, me! 

Mammon: Well, I'm happy to announce that I will be starting up a new Clown Pageant!

Just as he was making the announcement, the camera scene pans out to reveal a giant sign behind Mammon that saids, "Mammon's Super Fucking Rad as Shit Clown Pageant" before more smoke explosions happen on stage, accompanied with fireworks and confetti.

Crowd: YEEEAAAHH!!

Then the camera screenshot zooms in on Mammon up close.

Mammon: You know- Like one 'a them fucked up beauty contests, but for clowns, so it's better!

The camera pans out again with the sign that says: "It's Better" before arrows point at the sign. Even more fireworks and confetti are set off then before. The scene switches back to Mammon again.

Mammon: Just for all you aspiring, clown kids out there!

Then he picks up a young Wally Wackford.

Mammon: A new chance to work with me, Mammon!

As he was explaining this, Blitzo finds it very uncomfortable just by thinking about it, making a look of uncertain disgust, while Fizz was staring at Mammon with bright eyes of admiration.

Mammon: And be the new face of my clown-ish brand!

Then he pulls Wally back like a rubber band before throwing him off-stage.

Mammon: I can't wait to see all the new talent I can exploi- (catches himself)- u-um, fuck. Wait, I mean enjoy (nervous laughter) uh, watching me grow my empire! Also, if you're a chick, maybe give up on your dreams now. Cause, I'm not gonna lie: women just ain't funny. 

The Hellaverse voice actresses appear out of nowhere and flip off Mammon before going back to the real world.

Mammon: O_O. Well that was fucking weird. ANYWAY! My plan is to find the new face of my brand, YEAH! So, they gotta bring the good shit! The winner will get to be like the son I never had, and I'll be like the stepdad that will love you when it's convenient!

Switching to teenage Blitzo and Fizz, Fizz looks dejected from Mammon's sexist remark while Blitzo looks disgusted that the crowd was swindled out of their money for Mammon to promote himself.

Fizz: Wow!

Mammon: You might be a lunchbox, an action figure, Saturday morning cartoon. Hell, I might even make a sex robot of ya! I don't know! I mean, if we'll make money, sure. But it's not weird.

He spots a random imp in the crowd and points at the one with glasses.

Mammon: You're weird, you sick fuck! And, if you say it's exploitation, fuck you!

As Mammon was going on ranting, the scene switches to the stage. The crowd was dead silent after hearing his complains.

Mammon: It's not exploitation! If you think that, then you're a dickhead.

Then the camera makes a close up again.

Mammon: Anyway, CLOWNS!

As he finishes, a horde shadowy figures of clowns and whatever kinds of demons appear behind Mammon. The crowd continues cheering, even as the frontmost rows of the audience, including Fizz and Blitzo are buried under the mass of clowns.

Crowd: ALRIGHT! LET'S GO, YEEAAA- AAAAAA-

Then the scene changes to the aftermath of the rock-style concert showing from Mammon. Teenage Blitzo and Fizz are walking down the street after the whole clown swarming fiasco in the stadium.

Blitzo: Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns.

Fizz: I have to win that pageant someday. I have to show him that women can be funny. Can you imagine working under him?

Blitzo: What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, Fizz. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot.

Fizz: It's not about that! It's getting to work with my idol.

Her eyes sparkle with admiration.

Fizz: I just love that he's giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He's an inspiration.

Blitzo: Well he's- definitely something alright. I mean, I dunno, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, vomit, and pass out on stage?

Fizz: (laughs) So worth it!

Unbeknownst to them, a appears behind the light post, looking at them from behind like a creepy stalker before he scurries away like a raccoon.

Fizz: (sighs) Blitzo, do you think I could win if I worked really hard? - I think...

Blitzo: I think if anyone's gonna be the new clown face on everything-

Blitzo grabs Fizz by the head, gives her a nuzzle and chuckles.

Blitzo: -it'll be you, Fizz.

As the two are talking, the stalker appears in front of them, under a light post shining on him.

Creepzo: Holy, shit! You're Fizzarolli! Oh, MAN! Your stuff is great!!

Fizz is creeped out by the sudden appearance of a crazed fan standing before her.

Fizzarolli: (nervously) Oh- hey, there. Thank you, I appreciate that.

Fizz and Blitzo find the crazed fan hard to ignore, so they try to walk past him to get away from him. But just as they were ahead, the crazed fan zips past them to be in their way, stopping them from leaving.

Fizz: Woah- oh- okay.

Creepzo: After seeing your shows, I wanted to get into clown performing, too!

While Fizz was looking a bit nervous, but Blitzo looked like he didn't care.

Creepzo: I'm really good!

Fizz gives a nervous chuckle and she heads toward him to give the crazed fan a handshake as a sign of appreciation. On the other hand, Blitzo, was scowling at the crazed fan, and somehow, he recognizes him.

Blitzo: Hey, aren't you that creep who's always trying to sniff around our dressing rooms and tries to steal Fizz's underwear?

However, as Fizz was about to give him a handshake, she stops, suddenly, Creepzo grabs hard on it and then he pulls Fizz up close to his face, completely oblivious to Blitzo's presence.

Creepzo: I have the best idea for a duo performance between us, that should spice up your act. Picture this: We start it like a romantic, ballroom dance or a-

Blitzo: Dude, weird fuckin' pitch. Fuck off!

Creepzo I was talking to the clown, asshole!

Then Creepzo twists Fizz around to face away from Blitzo so he can continue on with his crazy sexual obsession with her.

Creepzo: I'm sorry, Fizzie. I'm not normally so aggressive, I promise. I've just waited my whole life for an opportunity like this!

A/N: Based on what some of the Hellaverse VAs have shared from convention experiences, they've dealt with creepy losers like this, and I always feel so bad for them reading about that.

Up close of the Creepzo's glasses reflecting the anxiously nervous Fizz.

Creepzo: With your fame, and my raw, undiscovered talent, I know we can-

Blitzo: Hey, shit-dick, beat it now or I'll make ya swallow your fangs!

Blitzo has had enough of this creepy stalking moment and he comes up to break it up. Creepzo keeps on ranting as if Blitzo was not there.

Creepzo: Fizz! You don't want me to leave, right? Tell him you don't want me to go!

Fizz now very uncomfortable about their encounter, decides to not deal with this anymore and pulls her hand back.

Fizz: I- uhm- We have to go now. Thanks, though!

Fizz leaves the crazed fan. Then Blitzo shoves past him with one hand out of the way with a deadpanned look. Creepzo realizes what has happened and holds his arm in a heartbroken pain and collapses to the ground in anguish.

Creepzo: Eugh! Fiiizz! FIZZAROLLIIII!

Fizz throws one nervous glance behind to Creepzo before leaving with Blitzo.

Creepzo: Fine! Fuck you! You think you're better than me, you elitist prick? Your act's fucking trash anyways!

The scene comes back to Blitzo and Fizz with Blitzo looking back with disgust.

Blitzo: Cheeeese and hot sauce Fizz, your fans are something else.

Fizz: What if my acts are trash? What if I'm never good enough?

Blitzo: Hey, hey. Don't let one asshole get to you, 'kay? You're- you are plenty good enough.

Fizz: But, I have to be perfect.

Blitzo: (groans) Do you?

Fizz: I'll just have to keep practicing, and someday, maybe, I'll be good enough for M-

https://youtu.be/DsdKfACLeYA

We cut back to the present, with Fizz looking into her mirror, focused on a grey patch with a scar over her right eyebrow with great concern. Then she begins searching around the vanity area for something as stands behind the couch nearby.

Fizz: Oh, fuck. Mammon is gonna notice that. Ozzie! Where did my foundation go?!

Ozzie: This is the tenth year in a row you've done this stupid pageant, Froggie. And you win everytime! How come you're always so dead set on this?

Fizz: I wanna make Mammon proud, okay? He's- really passionate about the craft of clown. He expects perfection, so I- I gotta be perfect.

Fizz slumps into the couch as Ozzie approaches her.

Ozzie: Fizz, you ain't perfect! Nobody is! How abooout, you sit this one out, and let someone else take the spotlight? You deserve a break. Or a vacation, where you don't have to fend off creeps the entire time.

Fizz: (scoffs) I had to fend off creeps before the robots, I just have thirstier ones now. Besides, I just- have to do this!

Ozzie: (frowns) Lemme rephrase: *I* don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And *I* don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him! Pretty sure you feel the same.

Fizz: (frustrated) I just don't think about it, a toy is a toy! (calms down) Look, Ozz, I'm fine. Working for Mammon is a big deal to me. He's been my idol since I was five, I can't just- not compete! I'd be letting him down! Th-the fans down!

Ozzie: (bluntly) Mammon can eat my ass - in a bad way. Fizz, I've known that guy since the start of Hell, and He. Fucking. Sucks. Always has! He doesn't even do clown shit anymore.

Then Ozzie sees the dejected look on Fizz's face and lets out a heavy sigh before handing her a small jar of foundation. (Apparently, she had it on her the entire time) Fizz takes the jar and, while facing the mirror, applies some until the grey patch is gone.

Ozzie: I just don't want you doing all this for someone's approval. Sometimes heroes let you down.

Ozzie: I know, Ozz. But, this- i-is for me. I don't wanna lose.

While watching Fizz prepare for the contest, Ozzie begins to think of something.

We cut to Blitzo, alone in his house. He is sitting on his couch in the dark, while disgustingly eating cereal when his phone rings.

Blitzo: (mouth full) Yello?

We intercut between Blitzo in his house, watching a movie about horses making out and devouring a large block of cheese whole, and Ozzie standing behind a curtain in front of Fizzarolli's dressing room, initially keeping an eye on Fizzarolli before walking away to continue with her phone call.

Ozzie: - Is this- Fizz's former bestie, then lifelong enemy, then recent hero, now newly rekindled sort of friend, Blitzo?

Blitzo: Ehn, that is a weird way to put it, but (proudly) eeyup, that's me.

Ozzie: This is Asmodeus.

Blitzo: (surprised) Oh, shit. The big Ozz herself! Heh, is there a reason you're calling me on the weekend Your sin- sinness? Sinfulness? Sin- *stammering* Royal, big man?

Ozzie: You've lived rent free in Fizz's head for years, so I can't help feel he values your take on things.

Blitzo: Yeah, I was the one who usually had the stronger opinions. Yeah like, like one time, she tried convincing me that juggling was cool, but it's only a little cool at best.

Ozzie: Look, she's deadset on re-entering Greed's yearly clown pageant.

Blitzo: (sarcastically) Wow, big fucking surprise there.

Ozzie: I was hoping to have some...backup in convincing her that this thing is a waste of time.

Blitzo: (confused) What? Why? Doesn't she always win?

Ozzie: 'Cause Mammon is a (demonic) selfish, manipulative, piece of SHIT! (calms down) And Fizz... doesn't listen to me when I try to tell her that.

Blitzo: (considering) Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks, and pointing out people's flaaaws...(smiling) Alright, count me in!

Ozzie hangs up and starts another call.

Cut to a room at the rebuilt Hazbin Hotel, where a bed is heard creaking.

Camera pans to show you tied up and gagged being ridden by Charlie while sporting several scratches, bite marks, and lipstick stains. Charlie's horns and tail are also visible.

Your phone rings and Charlie answers it.

Charlie: Y/N's phone, how can I help?

Ozzie: Charlie? Where's Y/N?

Charlie: Aunt Ozzie! Y/N's right here, but he's a little preoccupied.

Ozzie: With wh-

She's cut off as you and Charlie climax, loudly.

Ozzie: (smirking) Oh, so you finally got to experience that behemoth for yourself? 

Charlie: (panting) Yeah, and it was fucking worth it!

She unties and ungags you so you can talk to Ozzie.

Y/N: What do you need, Mama?

Charlie kisses up your neck.

Ozzie: I need you for a security job for Fizzy...

Cut to a circus tent in Greed as a crowd is gathered behind a blockage. Then a limousine arrives in front of a red carpet. Fizz leaps out of the limo and greets the fans as they cheer her on.

Fizz: Hup- hup- Hey!

Ozzie teleports out in her lowkey form while Blitzo, dressed as a bodyguard, falls out and faceplants onto the ground. 

Blitzo: Fuck!

You fly out wearing similar attire to Blitzo's and holding your angelic spear.

Crowd: We love you, Fizz! Yeah, baby, yeah!

Blitzo: Wow, I have not been to a crowded event in years.

Y/N: We carried out that hit on Earth with help from Verosika and the Hex Girls just a week ago.

Blitzo: Well, yeah, but Hell crowded events are different.

Fizz: Can you remind me why you guys are here, again?

Ozzie: I uuuh- invited them. To help you, with extra security. You know your fans. Since I can't be with you, I felt they'd be the next best thing.

Fizz: (skeptical) They'd be the next best thing? Look, I like Y/N and all, but he's a Fallen Angel now. You can't really be subtle about something like that, especially in the Greed Ring. And Blitzo is...Blitzo.

Ozzie: Well, they kept you safe when I was wasn't able to, so I trust that. (teasing) And don't act like you don't want some one-on-one time with Y/N.

Fizz: (blushing) Babe, not in front of the fans...

You and Ozzie share a knowing glance before she leaves. You and Blitzo then walk on either side of Fizz.

Crowd: You're doing an awesome job, Fizzarolli!

Blitzo: Come on, it's just like old times. 

Y/N: We'll make sure no one gives you shit, today.

Fizz: You mean besides you?

Suddenly, Mammon appears in a green, smokey explosion.

Mammon: Aaay, there she is! (holds Fizz's face by the jaw) Now, how's my bright, shiny, brand baby doing? Ready to reclaim your win another year? Yeah?

Fizz: (muffled) You know it, Mammon sir.

Mammon: (puts Fizz back down) Goooood. Cause, you know, I saw your competition, and it's pretty stiff, right? You are gonna have to try extra hard like- fixin' that posture.

 Fizz straightens up.

Mammon: Not gonna lie, you're looking a bit chungo, yeah?

Mammon pats Fizz's skeleton-thin tummy in emphasize, causing You and Blitzo to stare in disbelief, knowing Mammon of all people has no right to call anyone else fat.

Mammon: Maybe lose a few so we don't gotta make any more adjustments to the Fizzies. People like 'em skinny as FUCK.

Fizz: (awkwardly) Oh- right, sir. Of course! I'll work on that. (ego deflates)

Blitzo and Y/N: (appalled) What?!/Excuse me?!

Mammon: (noticing you) Well, look at this! Y/N L/N, the human turned Fallen Angel! (holds out hand) It's a pleasure to finally meet ya, mate! (eyes turn into Dollar Signs) A real pleasure...

Y/N: (knocking his hand away) Yeah, the feeling's not mutual. I have zero respect for some selfish asshole who allows crime and decay to run rampant. Seriously, out of all the rings I've been do, this place is fucking disgusting!

Mammon growls while Fizz shivers and Blitzo walks up to him.

Blitzo: Hi, yes. Nice to meet you, I'm the one who saw through your fake-ass bullshit from the day I had to spend all my savings on the shit covered, dick show you called a performance. Thanks for that, by the way.

Fizz: (nervously) Haha- ha- ignore them, sir. The two of them are like this all the time. They think they're funny.

Blitzo and Y/N: Offended.

Mammon: (smiling) Riiight, yeah. You can shut your (honk) c***-ass mouth, boys. (to Fizz) I'll see you on stage! And don't forget to fuckin' smile Fizzarolli.

 Fizz gives Mammon a big smile and a salute. Then Mammon steps closer to the tent.

Mammon: The smile is the face people like to seeee froooom you!

Mammon disappears in a puff of green smoke.

Blitzo: Wow, that guy sucks so hard.

Y/N: I'd rather deal with The Exorcists again than have to talk to that oversized Sinsmas tree.

Fizz: (frustrated) Look, guys, I don't know why Ozz brought you here, but can you at least not talk back to and insult my boss?! I need this gig!

Y/N: Why? You know Ozzie would give you any job you wanted in Lust.

Fizz I just need it, okay?! (sighs, then talks to herself) Smile inside and out.

Fizz walks further down the red carpet with a smile on his face while waving to the crowd as they cheer for her.

Crowd: We love you, Fizz! We love you, Fill! We love you, Fizz! Ready for another win, Fizz?

Fizz: Oh, pfft. Well, I don't wanna assume, but, as always, I have an act that's without a doubt gonna-

???: (offscreen) -Fucking lose!

Fizz stops and turns to see a demon with aquatic features stopped in front of her. The demon flips her fin hair and then moves to reveal her sister before they pose together. Then the crowd goes wild for the new addition: The Glam Sisters

Fizz: (gasps nervously) Oooh, fun. You gals gonna be competing as well? That's really nice.

The girls continue posing as they speak.

Glitz: You can shut up now, you fugly imp.

Glam: Yeah, see we didn't come to chat, we came to win.

Fizz Wow, what attractive attitudes you got.

Glitz: Like we care what your opinion is Fizza- (stops to think) uh...

Glam: (quickly responds) -rotty!

Glitz: (annoyed) Shut up, I was thinking of one!

Glam: (sassily) Should've been faster.

Glitz: Whore!

Glam: Slow-ass, bitch.

Y/N: (sarcastic) Oh, great. Fizz is completing against a couple of generic mean girls.

Glitz: Oh, who asked you-

She cuts herself off as she and Glam look you up and down, visibly turned on.

Glitz: Hey, you're that human turned Fallen Angel.

Glam: Like what you see?

Y/N: Uh-

They pose seductively on either side of you, while running their hands over your chest.

Glam: Shy dorky guys are definitely my type. (winks)

Glitz: Ooh, look at these.

Y/N: (flustered) Please, don't-

They start stroking your wings and tail, making you blush profusely while Fizz looks on feeling inadequate. Fortunately, Blitzo intervenes.

Blitzo: (points flintlock) Alright, sluts. Hands off the Fallen Angel!

They stare him down while you break out of their grasp before relenting.

Glitz: Fine. We've got plenty of other opportunities to make him ours.

The two of them blow you a kiss before walking off.

Blitzo: Aw, man. I didn't a rat's ass about this competition. But, Christ on a stick Fizz, pile drive those sluts.

The scene changes to inside the tent where a shark-shaped arena is housing the competition. The contestants appear on stage under spotlights as the crowd goes wild. Mammon sits in a web-like seat at the very back, accompanied by two robo fizz's, one of them fanning him. 

Announcer: (offscreen) We've certainly got some quality up here tonight, folks. Will Ms. Ten years running come out on top? Or is it time for fresh meat? But first, a promotion with a special guest star for the soon to be fully re-built Loo Loo Land!

???: H-H-Hey, Greed Ring! It's me!

A shoddy, robotic knock off of you jumps out from behind the curtains.

Robo-Y/N: The robotic Human turned Fallen Angel!

You, Blitzo, and Fizz, who were all drinking bottled water you conjured, spit-take.

Robo-Y/N: Without his actual name to avoid Lawsuits!

You look up at the spider-web and clench your fists, glaring at Mammon for trying to profit off your likeness without your permission. Mammon smirks and smugly eats fried chicken.

Robo-Y/N: Hit it!

https://youtu.be/hLbc0JI2xsE

The Robo-ripoff is suddenly torn apart by demo-dogs that you summoned.

Robo-Y/N: (distorted) Owwwww...

His head rolls by your feet, which you promptly kick into the water while giving Mammon a smug grin.

Mammon: (seething) Enough of this! Start the bloody contest!

https://youtu.be/2gBlUNXkpos

Fizz preforms her juggling act on a unicycle, but the ends up with the balls bouncing off of her head.

♪ ♪ Juggling, it's objectively cool

♪ Our returning champ is nobody's fool ♪

♪ But, what's this? ♪

The Glam sisters above him are on a tightwire. Glitz is sitting on a unicycle pedaling while holding up Glam, who is upside down and juggling the balls with her feet. Glam lets the balls fall, landing on Glitz's knee as she balances them perfectly.

♪ The twins bring it up to the wire ♪

Then the Glam sisters are lit on blue fire as they glare smugly.

♪ Also, they're on fire ♪

♪ Points for style (Points for style) ♪

♪ The crowd goes wild (Crowd goes wild) ♪

Then the scoreboard changes, putting Glitz and Glam in the lead with 123 points. Fizz trailing behind with 115.

Cut to Glitz and Glam wearing Playboy bunny outfits for fan-service.

♪ It's the pie gag and the twins want a taste, ♪

Glitz and Glam smile to the audience as they pick up a pie with one hand and hold each other's free hand.

♪ But, what's this? ♪

The Glam sisters prepare to shove a pie in their face, when Fizz appears in between them to take the hit. Then Glitz and Glam glare angrily as Fizzsits down in a chair nearby, then she poses as a pile of pies drop on top of him. Then she kicks as a leg upward and smiles as the residue of pies land on the girls' heads.

♪ It's Fizz in the face ♪

♪ She takes the cake and she eats it, too ♪

♪ She's hungry to win, and she's covered in goo ♪

♪ That's point for cream the crowd screams ♪

Then the scoreboard changes again, putting Fizzin the lead with 375. Glitz and Glam trail behind with 327 points.

♪ Ba-ba-balloons , she's pumping them out ♪

Then Fizz blows seven balloons up and then she twists them together to make an image of Mammon's head.

♪ From where I'm sittin' you can hear the crowd ♪

 The Glam Sisters appear, holding a crown made out of balloons.

♪ Not give a shit cause the twins are here ♪

Glitz and Glam place their crown on top of Fizz's Mammon face, stunning hrt. Mammon laughs, impressed with the action.

♪ They're full of sin and they're here to win ♪

Then the scoreboard changes, once again, this time tying Fizz and the Glam Sisters for first place with 666 points each. Glitz and Glam grin maliciously as they glare at a nervous Fizz.

♪ Holy, moly! Things are not looking good for Fizz-a-rolli ♪

The crowd cheers as Mammon appears on stage.

Mammon: And, now, you (honk) c****, we're down to our clowny finalists.

Crowd: Mammon! Mammon!

The spotlight from behind Mammon blinds a topless fan, who is sitting on the shoulders of another imp holding a sign that says "Charge Me Mammon" and her credit card number. Then she falls backward into the crowd. Mammon rushes over and holds Fizz up.

Mammon: My very own pride and joy, the marketable daughter I never had: Fizzarolli! And the other surprisingly funny women act that made me reflect on my earlier statements for the second time!

 Mammon drops Fizz as he approaches the other finalists, Glitz and Glam.

Mammon: The Glam Sisters!

Glitz and Glam pose with Mammon. Fizz puts on a forced smile for the audience, before Mammon pulls her over.

Mammon: Now, we're gonna have a quick meet 'n greet with our finalists...

Cut to the meet 'n greet

Mammon: So, fork it over, kiddies! You know it's worth it! (Laughs maniacally)

Mammon continues laughing maniacally as he takes comically large bags of money from the guests before pushing and kicking them into the area. He notices that someone put lint and a coin and a paperclip in his hand and frowns, unimpressed. The poor imp child eagerly stands in front of him.

Standing to the side with Fizz, you wave your hand and a large sack of cash suddenly appears in the child's hand. He and Mammon look shocked before turning towards you. You wink at the kid and mouth "bite me" at Mammon. He rolls his eyes and lets the kid in.

Y/N: You feeling ok?

Fizz: (sweating a little) Huh? Oh, yeah! I'm fine! Why do you ask?

Y/N: You just seem on edge. If this is about the final score from that last segment-

Fizz: (sighs) I got tied with those two jerks.

Y/N: (lightly punches her in the arm) But you still made it. That's something! And if it's worth anything, I really don't care what Mammon thinks about your performance. I thought you were amazing.

Fizz: (blushing profusely) Thanks, Y/N...

The two of you look at each other and slowly lean in until Mammon shows up.

Mammon: (pointing at you) You! Go and stand between the Twins. Having you there should draw in even more MONEY!

Y/N: (annoyed) Give me one good reason why I should.

Mammon: (smug) Because if you don't...

He slams a meaty paw on your shoulder and steers you away from Fizz before leaning in and whispering.

Mammon: I could just fire Fizzie here and now. What do you think about that, Mr. Big Shot Fallen Angel?

Y/N: (begrudgingly) ...Fine!

You give Fizz an apologetic look and start to walk off before Mammon grabs the back of your sports coat.

Mammon: One other thing...You really think bigwigs like Ozzie, Bee, or Charlie actually love people like you and Fizzie? Please. You're just toys to them. That's all you'll ever be.

Fuming, you go and stand in-between Glitz and Glam, trying your best to look stoic. Both of them give you a combination of a smug look and bedroom eyes before Glitz runs her hand down your chest and Glam kisses you on the cheek as people snap pictures. 

Pan back to Fizz look jealous and nervous before she approaches Mammon.

Fizz: Hey, Mammon, uh- I may not be uh- i-in the right headspace to interact with the fans right now. Is it okay if I maybe skip the whole thing?

Mammon: (still collecting money) Psh, of course not.

Fizz: I just really don't think that I'm really--

Mammon picks Fizz up by the face, muffling any explanations.

Mammon: Aaaw, come on, Fizzie, my girl. Don't you wanna do this for your fans? Listen to them!

Cut to a crowd of rabid fans are waiting to meet Fizzarolli, including a giant hairless dog demon.

Mammon: They're dying to meet you! Dying to see your little Fizzie face! You gotta make a good impression, mate. The better the impression, the more they'll want a piece of you they can take home and fuck! Don't you want that, Fizzie? To be fucked?!

Fizzarolli: Uhhh... I mean, (stammering) no, not really, actually.

Mammon: Fizzie, I-I'm not gonna lie, I want that. (holds Fizz close to him, tightly) So, come on, just do this one thing for me.

Fizz: (muffled) Okay, sir.

Mammon: (excitedly) Aw, you're a bloody legend, Fizzie! They're gonna wanna fuck you, (hugs Fizz tightly again) like you're fucking my heart with joooy right now! Now get out there and make me proud, (puts Fizz back down and pinches her cheek) you stupid, little (honk)c***.

Mammon disappears in a burst of smoke, causing Fizz to cough, before Blitzo appears nearby, hanging from the ceiling by a cord attached to his belt. However, Blitzo is unable to get himself right side up.

Blitzo: Wow, Fizz, you let him talk to you like that? You got some kinda secret kink I should know about or something?

Fizz: It's just how he is.

You walk up, rubbing Glam's lipstick off your cheek.

Y/N: Ok, but you never see Ozzie, Bee, Lucifer, or Charlie treat their employees like that.

Fizz: Ugh, it's fine!

She walks off to meet her fans.

Fizzarolli: Heya, folks! Where ya from?

One of the fans flashes her breasts at Fizzarolli.

Fizz: Oh! Lust, love it there, obviously. Wet Dreamsville, hah! (signs books, toys, and even a hellhound's chest) Best pharmacies in Hell! Ragesburg well, (southern accent) Nice to meet cha, partner. Ha ha, I don't do accents. Fun! (hugs two fans) Ah, nice to meet you, too! (stands in front of crowd) Thank you so much for coming to the show.

Crowd: We love you, Fizz! (chanting) Fizz! Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!

Pan back to you clutching your spear and looking for any potential threats when you sense someone behind you. You look down and see a young hellhound pup holding an action figure of you and a pen with his tail wagging.

Y/N: (caught off-guard) Oh. Uh...sure.

You sign the action figure before the pup hugs you and walks off.

???: Awww! 

You turn and see Esme, Rebel, Scythe, and Floofzia standing behind you.

Y/N: (flustered) Uh, hey, girls. What brings you by?

You twirl your spear and lean on it, attempting to look cool, and nearly lose your footing.

Esme: (seductive laugh) You're cute as ever.

She wraps her arms around your neck and affectionately licks and kisses you, then seductively runs a claw down your chest and grabs your belt.

Esme: I've always wanted to be "touched by an angel". 

Scythe tightly hugs you to her sweater puppies

Scythe: When are you gonna stop by the ranch again? Sallie May and I miss you.

Y/N: Sorry, IMP and the Hotel keep me busy. 

Scythe: (bedroom eyes) Maybe we can make up for some lost time now.

She roughly kisses you before she starts kissing across your shoulders while gently placing her paw on your crotch before Rebel wheels you around to face her.

Rebel: Haven't seen you since the party. Mind if I get a taste?

She grabs your collar, pulls her mask down, and gives you a passionate kiss with tongue.

Floofzia shyly approaches you

Y/N: Floof-

She cuts you off with a tight hug.

Floofzia: Hey, Y/N.

Y/N: So soft and smooth.

You snuggle into her fur as she blushes.

Pan back to Fizz interacting with her fans. She notices a young Imp with a broken horn excitedly waving to her.

Oliver: (signing) Fizzarolli! I'm a big fan!

Fizzarolli blinks twice before smiling.

Fizz: (signing) Come on over here.

Oliver rushes over and opens up his paper. Fizz happily signs it and gives it to Oliver, who smiles happily.

Kid: (signing) I want to be a clown just like you. 

Fizz: (signing) You can do anything you want to do. 

Fizz motions her hand to address the crowd

Fizz: I hope you're excited for the biiig finale!

???: Boo! Boo! Sellout stupid bitch!

The crowd looks around confused, wondering where the booing was coming from. You politely excuse yourself from the Hellhounds and rush towards the stage. Fizz gestures Oliver to head back into the crowd.

Fizz: (nervously) Uh- wh- c-come again?

???: Ughh, your act is such fucking trash; always has been.

The heckler shows his face, revealing himself to be the same creep who harassed Fizz years ago.

Creepzo: Except! now, I have to see your smug face plastered on everything, everywhere! And, you can read all about it on my review blog: fuckfizzbutnotinasexyway.compainer.com.org.gov.

Creepzo falls back into the crowd after having lost his balance. Fizz shifts nervously at the reunion.

Fizz: Hah, well. Anyway, folks, heh--

Creepzo reappears, having to have crawled his way to the front of the crowd.

Creepzo: You're not even a clown anymore. All you do is work at that (turns around as he stomps his foot, dramatically) overpriced, sleaze joint, and then every year, you come back here to put us through the same tired, old routine.

You pick up the pace, shoving past a couple people as you run towards the stage while Blitzo is looking at Creepzo through a sniper scope.

Creepzo: Is there a single, original idea in that head?

Fizz finds herself literally backed into a wall with no way out.

Fizz: (nervousness turning to panic) I uh- uh- uuuh- (shaky laugh)

Creepzo: *towering over Fizzarolli* You fucking suck, and so do your products. Your sex-bots can't even get me off right, you know-

You vault on stage on jump in front of Creepzo and brandish your spear. He freezes with his hands up, but doesn't stop talking.

Creepzo: What? Still think you're too good to even talk to me? Still gotta get this chump to stand in for you? You're fucking pathetic. (passionately) To think, what we could've been together...

Creepzo fantasizes himself and Fizz holding hands happily skipping through a meadow, before shifting to a ramp where Creepzo wears a crown and a cape as if he was a king, holding a chain attached to the neck of Fizzi, wearing a latex stripper suit happily kneeling down on all fours.

Creepzo: (furiously) ...if you hadn't been too up your own ass to listen-- 

You thrust your spear forward, nearly impaling him.

Y/N: Alright, you disgusting weirdo. Shut your fucking mouth and get lost before I take drastic measures.

You look back at Fizz, who appears to be having a panic attack with Blitzo trying to comfort her. You look concerned before Creepzo breaks out into an unhinged cackle.

Snarling, you turn back to him and slash with your spear. He cries out as his arm drops to the ground.

Y/N: Next time, it's your head! (gently pokes his crotch with the spear) This one. Now fuck off!

Creepzo presses his hand to the stump in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding.

Creepzo: You're not done with me, Fizzarolli!

He runs off as you turn back to Fizz and Blitzo.

Y/N: Fizz. Hey, Fizz. (gently reaches hand out) Are you-

Mammon suddenly appears and knocks you and Blitzo away.

Mammon: Yeah, mate? You alright, Fizzie?

Fizz looks up at Mammon, who glares at her threateningly.

Fizz: Yeah- yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm- I'm fine, yeah, heh.

Mammon looks Fizz over and smiles.

Mammon: Tell you what: I'll let the hotties go on before ya, give ya some time to get your shit together!

The camera cuts to a close up of Mammon grabbing Fizz by the checks and pulling her closer. As Mammon tells Fizz to get her shit together, again, 6 smaller eyes appear on his head, and electricity crackles around him as his voice gets more threatening]

Mammon: (quietly, but menacingly) Get your shit together, Fizzie. You're a bloody *legend*.

The camera returns to the previous shot, with Mammon dropping the angry tone from his voice and tugging playfully at Fizz

Mammon: (yelling enthusiastically) You're a bloody legend, ya bitch!

Mammon spins Fizz, sending her tumbling toward the backstage entrance. Fizzarolli catches her breath, still shaken from the ambush. You and Blitzo rush back over, still concerned for her.

Blitzo: Oh, shit. That guy got to you, didn't he? You know you don't have to-

Fizz: I do, Blitzo. I do.

Fizz walks over to the stage as you and Blitzo rush after her.

Y/N: Fizz, there's no way this Clown stuff is worth everything you've put yourself through for years.

Fizz: This job is! Without it I'll lose-

Glam Sisters: Everything!

They laugh evilly as they step through the backstage door, with their eyes shining brightly through the dark before fading.

Y/N: Seriously, that guy is a fucking dick, and he's using you for everything, cause you're likable, and he's a fucking trash fire.

Fizzarolli: No, he's not! He's just trying to make me good enough.

Blitzo: Good enough for what?

Y/N: You're already famous!

Cut to the Twins performing.

https://youtu.be/UfwJL5hd3CQ

Glam: ♪ Get ready for the new look ♪

♪ New rhythm and a new hook ♪

♪ Not here to cuddle ♪

♪ more like leave you in a puddle ♪

Glam's arms move from two to four as Glitz appears from behind her in unison

Glam: ♪ Little double trouble got ya boy shook ♪

Glitz: ♪ Ha, ha, here's the sitch' ♪ *rapping* ♪ Feed sin with ya taxes ♪

♪ Greedy greed wins where the cash is ♪

♪ Wanna sell my funny, slutty body to the masses ♪

Glitz flashes the crowd while looking at the back and winking at you, signifying it was meant for you in particular. 

Glam Sisters: ♪ Feelin' lonely on a Saturday night ♪

♪ Well, money can't buy happiness ♪

♪ But, it can rent you paradise ♪

The spotlight changes to neon lights. Then the girls begin to float above the stage, rotating in a circle formation.

♪ Give in to temptation ♪

♪ Take your time I'll be patient ♪

♪ Be my little piggy let me ♪

♪ scratch your dirty itch ♪

The music pauses, and the Glam Sisters sprout wings from their back, preforming aerobatic moves as they continue singing. Fizz watches from behind the curtains, afraid that they may actually win the pageant.

Glam Sisters: ♪ I'm a klown, bitch ♪

♪ Fix up your frown, bitch ♪

♪ Gimme the crown, bitch ♪

♪ You hear that sound ♪

♪ You're goin' down ♪

Fizz tearfully runs away from the backstage, passing you and Blitzo. Then the girls hold each other as they lean back. Then water pours on them and lean upright again, flipping their fin hair for the audience and smiling.

♪ Cause I'm a klown, bitch ♪

Glam Sisters: (offscreen) ♪ Get ready for a- ♪♪

The camera cuts to Fizz as she enters her dressing room, hyperventilating as slams the door behind her. He runs over to his makeup desk and looks at his reflection in the mirror, still panicky.

Fizz: (breathing heavily) O-Okay, Fizz. You can do this. You can do this. You can do this. It's okay, it's fine. You have a show to do soon, it's fine.

Fizz wipes sweat off her forehead before realising she took off some of his makeup. She looks in horror at the mirror to see that the scar above her left eye is still visible.

Fizz: (gasps) Oh- oh no, oh- no, no, no, no. (strained) No, no (hyperventilating)

Fizz gets a makeup brush and she tries to apply it to the scar, but her hands are shaking too rapidly. She retrieves a heart-shaped make-up kit with Ozzie's name on it, and opens it up to reveal a heart shaped mirror.]

Fizz: It's okay, you're fine. You need to be fine.

Ozzie: (appears in through Fizzarolli's dressing room door) Fizz! Are you okay?

Fizz: (turning to Ozzie) Why does everyone keep asking me that?? You shouldn't be here, Asmodeus. I'm fine, please!

Ozzie tries to enter the room, but due to her thiccness, she cannot get through the door. Snapping her fingers, she shrinks down to a much smaller size, allowing her to enter the room and walk over to Fizz

Ozzie: Froggie...

Fizz: I'm fine! I'm fine! Just needed a minute!

Fizzarolli attempts to put her make-up on again, but her hands are still shaking.

Ozzie: You aren't okay, you're shaking.

Feeling pressured, Fizz gets up, walks away from the desk, and toward the poster next to the doorway

Fizz: Ozz, I'm about to go on for the finale, I need some time to mentally prepare.

Ozzie: Fizz, come on! I'm trying to talk to you, you can't force yourself to-

Fizz: Ozz, I have to do this. This could be my last chance to prove that I'm still good at this. That it's not over! That I'm still good enough! It's not just Mammon. (looks to poster) I'm fine. I just...need to be better. (returns to makeup desk)

Ozzie: You think you need to be this perfect, model performer, but that's because Mammon is always forcing that image onto you!

Fizz: But, everything I have is because of Mammon. I have this life. I have security. I have you. Without Mammon I wouldn't be... I wouldn't have... I just... I have to win this.

Ozzie: Fizzie...

Fizz: I don't want to lose. (walks away) Because I feel like if I lose this, I lose you.

Ozzie: (scoffs) How would you lose me? (holds Fizzarolli's shoulders) Come on, Froggie.

Fizz: (pushes Ozzie's hands off her shoulders) You're only with me because of who I am at my best! I'm barely worthy of working with a Queen of Sin 'cause (removes jester hat off to reveal her broken horns and blotches) THIS IS WHO I AM! Without all this, (voice breaking) I'm just nothing, (turns away in tears) and Mammon made me this. I owe it all to him.

Ozzie: Fizz, Mammon didn't do shit. You already were this. You'd be this no matter what! You are the most inspiring demon I have ever known, and meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me. I adore your inventiveness, your attitude, your resilience. And...(nuzzles Fizz's cheek) you're just one of the cutest little things alive. Also, you are a waaaay better performer than Mammon ever was, and thaaat's just facts.

Fizz: It's... It's hard, you know? To t-trust that. I... I just... (hugs Asmodeus) I love you so much, Ozzie.

Ozzie: And, I love you, too, Fizzarolli. And I would whether you win this bullshit or not.

Fizz: Well, I kinda spent my whole warmup having a panic attack, haha.

https://youtu.be/Rk89GnRQbL8

The two of them lean in and kiss. Unfortunately, they're interrupted by Creepzo, holding a knife and gauze over the stump where his arm once was.

Creepzo: You're gonna listen to me now, bitch!

In the blink of an eye, you appear behind him, and stab your spear through his ass and impaling his dick from behind. He collapses to the ground, crying and wailing in pain, unable to form any coherent words.

Ozzie and Fizz: (hot and bothered) O_O

Y/N: (glaring) Warned you.

You twirl the spear over your head before decapitating Creepzo. His head rolls across the floor while his body slumps to the other side.

The two of them make bedroom eyes at you before Blitzo shows up.

Blitzo: Oh, so you two are an item?

Blitzo glares intensely at the two, before nonchalantly polishing his gun and puts his sunglasses back on.

Blitzo: Well, congratulations, you fucking hypocrites.

Y/N: Blitzo, not the time!

Blitzo: Right.

Meanwhile, Mammon is dealing with the impatient audience, who are eager for Fizz to perform.

Mammon: Uuuh- D-Don't worry, folks. I-I'm sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance.

Suddenly, there is a huge blue-coloured explosion of smoke, and Fizz appears on stage, before an audience who cheers and claps. Satisfied, Mammon disappears and reappears back in his web-like seat with his Robo Fizz harem. The smoke clears to reveal a propped set with Fizz at a deck. She puffs a cigarette that glows blue, before blowing neon blue smoke in the air for a dramatic effect. She begins singing.

https://youtu.be/ZFB7gOwoZuc

Mammon: Interesting song. Wonder what fuckin' this is about.

You pop your head out of a portal.

Y/N: (smug) It's about you.

Mammon: Wait...what?

After the song;

The crowd erupts with applause as Mammon angrily pushes over the Robo Fizz applauding and grabs a bag of popcorn from the second Robo Fizz to eat while brooding.

A/N: Manbaby

Fizz looks over at you and Ozzie, both of you give her encouraging thumbs up from behind the curtains, and then walks toward the audience.

Fizz: Thank you all so much. You know, it's always been one of the greatest thrills of my life performing. And I'm so glad to bring you all one, last show.

As she speaks, she looks to see Oliver from earlier waving to her. Fizz says "Thank you" to him in sign language, which makes him smile.

Fizz: Cuz' now... I quit!

The swelling music cuts out at the line "I quit", before Fizz drops the microphone and walks away, leaving the audience booing and gasping in both shock and confusion. Mammon stares wide eyed before throwing up chewed popcorn at the remaining drag Robo Fizz.

Mammon: WHAT?!

Mammon disappears in electric green smoke, and then he appears right in front of Fizz as she walks away, holding his scepter up close to her throat.

Mammon: QUIT?! You miserable piece of shit! What do you mean quit?!

Fizz: (pushes scepter away from her throat, unfazed) I mean, I quit. (Walks around him) I'm done; (Australian accent) G'day, mate!

As she mocks Mammon, Fizz flips two middle fingers at him while she stretches away, with her arms following after a second of staying in Mammon's face. Mammon growls in fury before six eyes appear above his standard ones, while electricity coalesces around him. He snarls before shouting, and then explodes in a massive cloud of crackling green smoke. Fizz looks behind her, to see an enormous metallic spider leg with a dark tip slam just inches away from her, while you and Ozzie watch behind the curtains in rising anger.

Y/N and Ozzie: Oh, that motherfucker.

Then the giant spider leg pulls back, tearing at the stage as it does so. The smoke clears to reveals a giant green cocoon that begins to split apart.

Mammon: You fucking ungrateful LITTLE BITCH! RAAAAAHHHHHHH! 

He bursts from the cocoon, in his full demonic spider form.

Mammon: I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING! YOU ARE PRACTICALLY IN MY IMAGE! I RAISED YOU LIKE THE DAUGHTER I DIDN'T WANT!

Y/N: (off-screen) Hey, greedy fatass! You want a clown? You got one!

You jump out from the behind the curtain, now dressed as Pennywise.

Mammon: Ugh. One distraction I can't afford right now. FIZZIES, DEAL WITH HIM!

Several Robo-fizzes dressed like security guards jump down from the rafters and surround you.

Y/N: (cackles like The Joker) That the best you got?!

You summon a legion of Killer Klowns from Outer Space.

Y/N: Get 'em, boys!

You and the Klowns destroy the Robo-Fizzes with ray guns to turn the robo Fizzes into cotton candy, blow them up with popcorn guns, melt them with acidic pies, and use various weapons like boxing gloves and mallets to destroy them while this song plays.

https://youtu.be/IQeTZKI43rY

Esme, Scythe, Rebel, and Floofzia: O_O (rapid tail wags)

Mammon: THAT DOES IT! NOW BOTH OF YOU ARE GONNA-

Ozzie suddenly enters her full demon form.

Ozzie: YOU BETTER BACK THE FUCK UP, MAM!

Wally Wackford: Ho-ly shit! I say, I say.

Mammon: Ha-ha, hooo. Look who's acting like a big fuckin' heroine. (gets up close to Ozzie) Careful what you say, Ozzie. Wouldn't want your little secrets getting out, would we?

Ozzie: (gets in Mammon's face) I don't care anymore!

Fizz: Ozz?

Y/N: You don't have to-

Mammon: Because if you let her quit or call don't call him off, I could tell everyone here that you-

Ozzie: What? That I love them? Well, I do!

Y/N and Fizz: 

Audience: *Fangirling* I knew it, I knew it!

Mammon stares at surprise as, instead of laughing at the three of you, everyone immediately went down to their phones, all overlapping each other as they texted and memed, all while saying "I knew it". Mammon just looks down blankly scratching his head in confusion and embarrassment.

Mammon: Oh...uh, shit, ah, you dirty bitch. (slithers around the three of you) You are gonna regret revealing that, Ozz.

Mammon chuckles confidently as he crawls up to you and Fizz and snorts. You stand protectively in front of her and brandish your spear. As his laughing continues, Mammon provokes an enormous implosion around him, causing a huge cloud of crackling green smoke to engulf the circus tent; everyone besides You, Fizz, and Ozzie scream as the theatre collapses around them. When the cloud dissipates, Ozzie is sheltering you and Fizz under herself, and once she sees that the two of you are safe, the lifts the two of you up and you nuzzle against her face. From behind the curtain, Glitz and Glam are seen collapsed, Glitz on top of Glam, before Glitz gets up.

Glitz: So, does that mean we win?

Glam gets up as well, and they both look confidently at each other, before a big wooden plank falls on top of them.

Glitz & Glam: ACK!

Cut to the limousine driving away, running over a photo with Mammon and Fizz. Inside it, You, Ozzie, and Fizz are being Lovey-dovey. Both kiss you on the cheek. Blitzo is being squished between Ozzie and the left wall of the limo.

Blitzo: So, uhm, who tops?

Fizz groans and you rub the bridge of your nose as Ozzie grins at the two of you as the episode end.