The day had arrived for the showcase of fresh new talent at Ozzie's, and Fizzarolli was in his element, playing the role of the enthusiastic host. He stood on the stage, welcoming the guests to Ozzie's with his usual charm and charisma.

"Ladies and gentlemen, fiends and sinners, welcome to Ozzie's!" Fizzarolli's voice rang out with excitement. "We've got a truly spectacular show for you tonight, featuring some of the finest talents Hell has to offer. So, sit back, relax, and prepare to be entertained like never before!"

Backstage, Blitzo and Verosika were in the final stages of their preparations for the performance. They exchanged encouraging words and practiced their routine, the nerves giving way to excitement.

"We've got this, Blitzo," Verosika said, her voice brimming with determination. "Tonight, we show Hell what we're made of."

Blitzo nodded with a confident smile. "That's right, V. This is our fucking moment, and nothing's going to stop us."

Just as they were ready to make their grand entrance, a familiar, albeit unwelcome face barged into the room, a scowl etched on his face. His eyes immediately locked onto Blitzo, and his tone was laced with hostility as he spoke. "Listen up, you two. It's time for you to get out there and perform. You're on next."

Blitzo, recognizing the demon that kept him away from his lover, and not one to back down from confrontation, met his gaze with a defiant glare. "I know what fucking time it is, Jesse. We know our slot."

Jesse's patience was wearing thin, his anger intensifying as he took a step closer to Blitzo. "Then you should've been ready. Now get your demon ass out of here."

Blitzo's own temper flared, and he spoke with a biting sarcasm. "You know, you're really good at making guests feel welcome, aren't you?"

Jesse didn't hold back, his voice turning venomous as he stepped even closer to Blitzo. "You don't belong here, Blitzo. You're just a nuisance to everyone, especially to Fizz."

Blitzo was about to retort, but before he could react, Verosika sprang into action. With a grace that only a seasoned performer could possess, she spun around and aimed a forceful kick at Jesse's face, her sharp heels connecting with precise accuracy.

Jesse stumbled backward, clutching his face in pain as Verosika defended Blitzo. Her fierce expression told Jesse that they weren't to be trifled with. Verosika grabbed Blitzo's hand, and the two of them immediately made their escape, leaving Jesse seething behind them.

"That was badass, Verosika!" Blitzo exclaimed as they rushed toward the stage.

Verosika gave a coy smirk. "You know I've got your back, Blitzo.

Back at the front of the stage, Fizzarolli stood beneath the dazzling array of overhead lights, taking a moment to savor the palpable enthusiasm of the audience. Their applause and cheers echoed through the grand theater, creating an electric atmosphere charged with anticipation and excitement. The air was alive with the energy of the upcoming performances, and Fizzarolli couldn't help but be proud of the extraordinary talents about to grace the stage.

As the audience's ovation swelled, Fizzarolli grinned and raised a hand in acknowledgment. He soaked in the admiration, his heart filled with a mixture of joy and nervous excitement. The theater was alive with the promise of a night that would be long remembered. A small imp handed Fizz a piece of paper before scurrying off backstage.

"Now, without further delay," Fizzarolli's voice rang out, commanding the audience's attention, "get ready for our first, electrifying performance of the night." He held up the paper, reading the names aloud that were written on it. "Please give a warm welcome to the incredible Verosika Mayday, and her backup dancer... Blitzo?"

Fizzarolli's expression shifted to one of genuine surprise as he pronounced Blitzo's name. He hadn't been aware that his boyfriend had auditioned for a performance at Ozzie's, and the revelation left him momentarily taken aback. Questions raced through his mind, wondering why Blitzo had kept this ambition a secret. But as the spotlight remained on the stage, Fizzarolli ultimately decided to let the show continue without further commentary.

With a final nod to the audience, Fizzarolli gracefully made his exit from the stage. He began ascending the steps toward the stands, where Asmodeous awaited. The elevated vantage point promised a better view of the performance, but the surprises of the night were far from over.

Verosika made her entrance first, stepping forward with a bone-chilling high note that pierced through the theater. The clarity and power of her voice sent shivers down the spines of those present, leaving them in complete awe. Her mesmerizing presence filled every corner of the stage, capturing the hearts and attention of the entire audience.

As Verosika's ethereal melody enveloped the theater, Blitzo burst onto the stage with theatrical flair. He ran onto the platform, executing an impressive slide that ended perfectly by Verosika's side. The crowd gasped and cheered as they witnessed the seamless coordination between the two performers.

Standing back to back, Verosika and Blitzo struck a pose that oozed charisma and magnetism. Their chemistry was undeniable, and it emanated like a force of nature. The lights played upon them, creating an enchanting spectacle of shadows and highlights.

With the beat of the music kicking in, Verosika and Blitzo moved as one, their bodies pulsing with the rhythm. Their movements were a stunning blend of precision and passion, complementing the music and lyrics with their every step.

The audience went wild, carried away by the electrifying energy of the performance. Cheers and applause cascaded down from the stands, proof that Verosika and Blitzo had captivated their hearts. Every eye in the theater was locked on the stage, refusing to look away, ensuring that every moment of this performance would be etched into their memories.

"Can you see me now? Can you feel my body?

Backseat of your car, getting down and naughty.

We dance in the night, lust is in the air,

Can you see me now? Do you dare to take a chance on me."

Verosika's voice held a haunting beauty, while Blitzo's ad-libs added a playful and endearing twist to the song.

"Can you see her now, she's a beast, she's a queen

She's the hottest motherfucking demon on the scene

And when we move, you can feel the heat

But she's so damn fine, you just wanna eat

Can you see her now, do you want to see more

Can you hear her cry, her moans are like a choir

Her body's so tight, her moves are so sleek

Can you feel the lust, can you feel the heat!"

Fizzarolli watched from the stands in complete awe. He knew Blitzo had more talent than others gave him credit for, and seeing him shine on the stage was truly a sight to behold. There was no doubt that he was a natural, and the audience was loving every second of it. He eyes locked on Blitzo's every movement. Every turn, every swing of his hips, every wink he directed at the audience. He was truly breathtaking, and Fizzarolli couldn't have been prouder.

Then, there was a short moment where Blitzo looked up at Fizz in the stands, blowing him a kiss. Fizz's tail straighten out and began wagging rapidly. Even if it was a part of the performance, his cheeks still turned bright pink.

Asmodeous chuckled at his business partner. "Someone's excited, huh? In more ways than one, too."

"I-I just wasn't expecting that. Wait, what do you mean in more ways than one?"

Asmodeous pointed at the crotch of Fizz's pants. Sure enough, a small tent was beginning to form. Fizz crossed his legs, attempting to hide the embarrassing predicament.

"I'm a bit surprised too, Fizzarolli. Your little loverboy seems to be quite the show-off."

Fizzarolli cleared his throat and attempted to play it cool. "He's certainly got something. I didn't know he was this good though."

Asmodeous gave him a sly smirk. "Something tells me that's not the only thing you're enjoying."

Fizzarolli tried his best to ignore the growing hardness in his pants. The performance continued, with Verosika and Blitzo putting their all into every step.

"Well, whatever. It doesn't matter. It's not like I haven't seen him do better anyway," Fizzarolli lied, desperately trying to conceal his arousal.

Asmodeous simply laughed. "Of course, Fizz. Whatever you say."

As the final notes of the song reached their crescendo, Verosika and Blitzo shared a breathtaking finale, ending their performance with a synchronized flourish.

"Can you see me now? Can you feel the thrill?

With each note we sing, we're bound by lust's sweet will."

The audience erupted in a deafening roar of appreciation, applauding the performance of a lifetime.

Fizzarolli couldn't contain his excitement as the performance came to a close. His applause was loud and enthusiastic, and he cheered Blitzo's name with undeniable pride. "That's my Blitzo! Yeah, baby!"

However, as he realized that he was still holding his microphone, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

With an embarrassed cough, Fizzarolli decided to make his way down to the stage. His robotic limbs extended and retracted, making his descent smooth and elegant. Once on the stage, he looked out at the audience, his voice brimming with admiration for the performers.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Fizzarolli addressed the crowd, "Wasn't that just an amazing performance by Verosika Mayday and Blitzo? Let's give them a big round of applause!"

The audience roared with approval, clapping and cheering for the remarkable duo who had graced the stage. Asmodeous was equally impressed, clapping and cheering for Verosika and Blitzo. Fizzarolli's praise for Blitzo, in particular, warmed his heart, and he couldn't help but tease his boyfriend a little bit.

Blitzo chuckled in response to Fizzarolli's praise, seizing the opportunity to flirt with his boyfriend right there on stage. He winked playfully at Fizzarolli, his tone dripping with charm. "Oh, Fizz, you're making me blush. Or is that just the spotlight?"

The audience joined in on the flirtatious moment with laughter and catcalls, thoroughly enjoying the playful banter between the couple. But Verosika, who had been watching the interaction with increasing surprise, finally spoke up, her voice filled with astonishment.

"Wait, wait, wait," she interjected. "You two are dating?"

The shock was evident on her face, and she couldn't quite believe what she had just learned. Fizzarolli, still standing on the stage, exchanged an amused glance with Blitzo, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. It seemed that the surprising revelation of their relationship had added an unexpected twist to the evening's entertainment.

Suddenly, Jesse barged onto the stage with security guards trailing behind him. One of his eyes bore the marks of Verosika's swift kick, and his demeanor was nothing short of outraged. He pointed an accusatory finger at Blitzo and Verosika, demanding that the security guards throw them out for their apparent attack. "You two! What the hell was that all about? Get the fuck out of here, now! You're done for the night!"

Blitzo couldn't resist the opportunity for some sassy retort, trudging over to Jesse with an exaggerated sigh. "Ah great, this asshole again. You do have a knack for showing up where you're not wanted. Did you rehearse your grand entrance?"

Just as Jesse was preparing to snap back with an insult, his expression soured, and he took a step back when he noticed an annoyed Fizzarolli coming up behind him. Everyone in the room, including Jesse, knew that if you were in trouble with Fizzarolli, it meant you were in trouble with someone even more formidable—Asmodeous, the King of Lust.

Fizzarolli's mechanical limbs moved ominously as he addressed Jesse, his voice dripping with an intimidating authority. "Jesse, kindly explain your intrusion and interruption of the show."

Jesse stammered nervously. "Well- I- they- I'm sorry- it was-"

"Jesse, why the hell did you come out here and fuck up the show?!" Fizzarolli was visibly livid.

The audience, who had been stunned by the unexpected commotion, began murmuring to each other. Many of them were intrigued and entertained by the drama unfolding before their very eyes, and they waited eagerly to see how the situation would play out.

Jesse finally was able to find his words, attempting to explain his side of the story. "Well, Fizzarolli, they attacked me out of nowhere. It was unprovoked, and I thought I'd... defend myself."

"Bullshit!" Blitzo exclaimed. "Fizz this asshole has been treating me like shit, and he tried to sabotage us for the show. He threatened us, and we weren't going to let him get away with it. And he did all of that because he's jealous that I have you and he doesn't!"

Verosika chimed in. "Yeah. He put his hands on Blitzo first, I was just trying to protect him."

Fizzarolli listened intently to all sides of the story, his facial expressions shifting as the details emerged. He finally turned his unwavering gaze back to Jesse. "Jesse, it appears that you initiated this confrontation, and they were defending themselves. This matter is settled."

Jesse's face had gone even paler, realizing that Fizzarolli wasn't on his side in this situation. "Mr. Fizzarolli, please, I- I was just doing my job. They- they don't belong here-"

Blitzo couldn't help but add to the mix. "Oh, and by the way, Fizz, I came to see you a few days ago. Jesse kicked me out, told me I wasn't worthy to be called your boyfriend."

"What?" Fizz's voice was dangerously quiet, and his expression hardened.

"Yeah, he threw me out on the street and slammed the door on me." Blitzo couldn't help but smirk, knowing that he had landed a powerful blow to Jesse.

Fizz suddenly recalled that day. He remembered talking to Jesse about a loser who came in claiming to be his boyfriend and that he threw him out on the streets where he belonged. Little did he know that it was actually his own boyfriend.

Fizzarolli's expression turned from annoyance to fury in an instant. A chilling, eerie smile graced his face as he seized Jesse by the arm, his mechanical limbs coming to life. He spoke in a tone that sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"Well, it seems like someone has been a very bad boy. Perhaps a little... punishment is in order. Wouldn't you agree, Asmodeous?"

Asmodeous, who had been watching the situation from his spot in the audience, gave a nod of approval. "Absolutely, Fizz. Jesse, it appears that your services will no longer be required at Ozzie's. I suggest you pack your things and get the hell out."

Jesse trembled, his eyes wide with fear. "Wait- no- I'm sorry- I can-"

But before he could say another word, Fizzarolli tightened his grip, his mechanical arms dragging Jesse off the stage and throwing him into the nearest garbage bin. He then sealed the lid, leaving Jesse trapped inside.

Fizzarolli dusted off his hands, a satisfied smile on his face. He returned his attention to the audience, addressing them with a charming tone. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, what a dramatic intermission we've had. Thank you all for sticking with us. The show will continue shortly, and the next performance will surely knock your socks off."

As the night continued, Fizzarolli couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as the show went on without a hitch, showcasing incredible talents from all over Hell. He was back to his charming, enthusiastic self as he introduced each act and ensured the audience had the time of their lives.

After the show had ended, Blitzo and Verosika found themselves backstage with Fizzarolli. He approached them, looking genuinely apologetic. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that jerk. He's gone now, and I promise you that he'll never bother you again."

Blitzo, grateful for Fizz's support, threw his arms around him, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you, Fizz. You're the best."

Verosika chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Well, I can certainly see why you fell for him, Blitzo. He's a feisty one."

Blitzo and Fizzarolli exchanged a mischievous grin, their thoughts turning toward a different kind of passion. Then slowly, their expressions softened, a mixture of emotions dancing in their eyes.

Fizzarolli, his voice laced with sincerity, finally spoke up. "Blitzo, there's something important I've been wanting to talk to you about."

Blitzo nodded, curiosity and anticipation welling up inside him. He followed Fizz as they made their way toward Fizzarolli's dressing room.

Meanwhile, a throng of staff and fellow dancers gathered around Verosika. Their voices brimmed with admiration and enthusiasm, a chorus of praise that filled the air.

"Your voice was so good! You totally rocked the house tonight!"

"We've never seen Fizzarolli's boyfriend perform like that before. You both are so talented!"

"Do you have any plans for a new single soon? We'd love to hear it!"

"I'd love to get your autograph!"

Verosika was enveloped in a sea of compliments, her fan base growing before her eyes. Her heart swelled with appreciation for their support. She couldn't help but be pleased, her ego inflating slightly, as she graciously signed autographs and engaged with her adoring supporters.

"Thank you all for the compliments," she replied with genuine gratitude. "I couldn't have done it without Blitzo."

A fond smile graced her lips as she mentioned Blitzo's name. He had been the driving force behind her breakthrough, providing her with the opportunity to showcase her true talent. She admired Blitzo greatly – his unwavering determination, his ambition, his loyalty, and his unshakable tenacity. To her, he was not just a colleague but a true friend, and she was profoundly grateful to have him by her side.