Waking up, Lincoln was restrained by a rope and was in some kind of circus tent, and he remembers that he was smothered by someone whose voice sounded familiar like... like he had met the guy who non-lethally, but silently took him out. He heard voices talking from ten yards to the left of him, and saw Fizz in some sort of cage, and also bound in ropes.
"A deal's a deal, lord Mammon." It was Striker, who was in front of the kind of Greed.
"Yeah yeah, wanka, just cool your fucking jets." Said Mammon before giving Striker a large amount of money from a large truck. "Enjoy it, and get as much girls as you can find."
"Heh heh heh, I damn will striker gritted his teeth. "Now I can get Bombproof that new saddle he wanted, and get my own penthouse!"
Mammon looked at Fizz in anger and hatred. "It's been a while, Fizzy my boy."
Fizzarolli also looked at his former promoter with as much hatred and anger as the latter was giving him... or probably more. "Mammon?!" he exclaimed. "What the fuck is going on, you fat asshole! I fucking told you before that I quit your shameful business! So you can just take the robot versions of me and just-!" before he could finish, he felt a hard slap across his face, knocking him on his right side
"Is that any way to talk to your supervisor, you scrawny cunt!?" Mammon shouted in anger. "You got a lot of nerve talking to me that way. I am the one that made you the way you are! I am the one who made you bloody famous and got you as much girls to rut as you possibly can! And this is how you talk to me? The fucking nerve of a washed up has-been!"
Fizz got angry and said: "A has-been is it? How dare you, sir?"
"You know damn well who you're talking-" Mammon paused when he saw the white-haired boy, looking scared and confused. "Ah, the tike's awake at last." then he walked over to him. "Rise and shine, mate. I have been looking for you for some time now."
"You know about me?" asked Lincoln, sounding confused.
"Oh yeah. I know all about you, Lincoln Loud. Especially the time you stood up to Adam himself. You got some real brass balls for doing that, eh?" The King of Greed gave the boy a rough pat on the back. "especially for a puny human boy."
"Lincoln?" said Fizz. "What the fuck is he doing here?!"
"I wasn't talking to you, meat!" Mammon rudely replied to the jester demon before turning back to Lincoln. "You're probably wondering why i've brought you here."
"Duh. And you hired Striker to find me?"
"That I did. I've heard some good things about him, so I took the chance in hiring him to bring you to moi."
"But, how did you know about me?"
"Kid, let me tell ya something." Mammon wrapped his lower right arm around Lincoln's shoulders. "I am the King of the Ring, and a king has ears in many places, in or out of the Greed ring. My ears have ears. But i would like to make you an offer." he got off of Lincoln. "With your unmatched singing voice, i can make you a big, big star. You can be my gold mine and make me some biiiiiiiig bucks! Of course you get some sponduli too, but i'll just make most of it."
Fizz looked shocked. "What?!" he exclaimed. "So that's why you kidnapped him? So you can make him your fucking mascot like you made me your fucking mascot?!"
"No, not a mascot, more like a famous poster boy." Mammon pointed. "You can make a fortune and every girl in Hell will love you and want you, while every demon boy will want to be you, Lincoln. I can put that talent to good use."
Lincoln had a thinking look on his face. He thought it would be nice to kinda stand out from his sisters as someone just as special as they are. "Lincoln, no!" Fizz shouted. "Don't listen to him! He'll just use you like he used me for his fucking personal gain!"
Mammon looked mad and glanced back at his former "star employee" with more content. "No, don't listen to him, Lincoln. I can make you rich beyond anyone's wildest dreams, richer than Bill Gates, Bernard Arnault, and Mansa Musa combined."
"Bullshit!" Fizz pointed. "You're better off not working for this fat fuck, Lincoln! If there is one thing I learned, never trust a greedy bastard like Mamm-" a sound of a gunshot cut him short, and a bullet mark was seen next to his left foot.
"Will you shut the fuck up already?! You're like a broken record player, and they're not even around anymore!"
"What do you even want with me anyway?"
Mammon turned to him and gave him an evil grin. "Since you almost ruined me and me business, i am deciding to return the favor." he pulled out his gun again. "So now, i am going do something i should have done a long time ago." he cocked his revolver. Fizz looked at his former boss in shock, realizing that he was going to execute his former star personally. "But first, i would like to have a little chat with the boy her a little longer." turning back to Lincoln, he said: "So what do ya say, mate? you wanna be a star?"
He was thinking again, and looked at Fizz, who rapidly nodded his head a "no" to him.
"No." Lincoln said to Mammon. "I would like to be more recognized, but you look like a sort of guy that would just kill me when i am no longer useful! You're like... like Jabba the Hutt with legs!"
"Oh snap." Fizz mumbled to himself.
Mammon himself looked mad. "How dare you, kid?" he said. "Could Jabba the Hutt do this?" he pulled out a guitar and used his lower arms to play a wicked solo on it, shredding and shredding it likw it was nothing to him. "Ta-da! That space slug couldn't even bother to do something as badass as that."
"You know what, Mammon?" said Lincoln. "How about this. I challenge you to a rock-off."
Both Mammon and Fizz looked surprised by this response.
"If i win, you have to let me and Fizz go without any fight. And if you win... i'll work for you."
"WHAT?!" Fizz exclaimed
Mammon looked amused and laughed. "Ha! that's very bold in you, Lincoln. You really do have brass balls."
"What? Are you scared of going against a kid?"
Stopping his laughing, Mammon looked stern at him, and replied: "I am not scared of you. And I didn't say I would refuse. I'm only allowing this because it should be interesting... and to prove you both that I am not a fucking coward."
"Sure you're a coward," said Fizz. "I know it."
"Grr, after i win against this boy, i'll start with finishing you off, and i promise ya, it will hurt as much as sawing. So, I'll star this little show you created." Mammon pulled out his guitar again and conjured a stage behind it.
Play with Me by Extreme plays
Mammon was shredding and shredding in the intro of this underrated song. Lincoln and Fizz were very impressed by how Mammon was playing his guitar, probably as good or even better than Adam did. "Oh... my... Satan." said Fizz in disbelief. "I've always known Mammon was a good guitarist, but this fucking amazing?"
"Do! You! Want! To! Play!" Mammon shouted. He began singing the lyrics in an aggressive voice and he had such amazing guitar skills.
Lincoln was feeling a little unsure, and was starting to regret this idea in the first place. Nevertheless, he was brave and he couldn't be intimidated like this.
"Olly olly oxen free! Do you want to plaaaaaay with me!" Mammon bellowed.
when he got to the solo, he was a total beast on bus guitar now, moving his fingers and arms in a very rapid pace. If Adam was a demon, he would probably hit it off with the King of Greed.
Little did Lincoln know that from inside a box, pulling off a "Solid Snake kind and of disguise, peeping her eyes through two openings, clearly watching the whole thing from within it like a rat in the walls
"Do you wanna play!"
As soon as the song was over, it had a big finish with a pyromania moment.
"That's how you do it, motherfuckers!" Mammon shouted in triumph. Putting his guitar away, he walked up to Lincoln with a smug look on his face. "Let's see what you can do, half-pint. Oh, happy failing! Ha ha haaaa!"
"Don't listen to him, Lincoln. I saw you against Adam, and I know you can do this."
"Right." The kid had a determined look on his face. Now it was his turn to be awesome once. He got a microphone and cleared his throat
Round and Round by Ratt plays
Lincoln was jutting his head to the rhythm and doing some little dances to the song.
"Out on the streets, that's where we meet." Lincoln sang. "You make the night."
The mysterious intruder was looking amazed from inside the box and though of how cool Lincoln was just rocking out to this badass song.
She was growing more and more respect for the kid the last time she saw him before. As Lincoln was singing on and on to try and beat Mammon at his own game, the intruder popped out while the King of Greed was distracted. It was revealed to be Barbie Wire, who was crawling all the way to Fizz to try and free him.
Barbie gently tapped Fizz on the shoulder, making him turn to face her and gasped, recognizing his former circus partner in an instant. "Bar-" before could say her own name, his mouth was covered by her left hand.
"Keep it down, man. I'll get you out of here. Then she noticed Striker watching the show too as he was collecting his money that was promised by Manmon, wearing a golden crown on his head and a golden necklace around his neck. Having an idea, Barbie sneaked behind the cowboy demon and picked up a metal baseball bat and whacked striker in the back of the head, knocking him out cold.
Luckily, the sound of him falling to the ground and the clanging sound of the bat didn't give herself away, for Mammon was too distracted in Lincoln.
Lincoln looked on as Barbie was trying to free Fizz and almost gave her away but decided to keep performing to let her do her job.
"I knew right from the beginning." Lincoln sang.
Barbie pulled out a knife from her short dress and began cutting the rope from Fizz. She needed to hurry though, because Mammon could glance back at him any time and get her compromised. When the solo came for this tune, Lincoln began air-guitaring to the song and even did a power slide.
Mammon thought that it was funny to see Lincoln make a fool out of himself.
As Lincoln played out, he was sweating and feeling out of breath as he was panting.
"Ha! Nice try, but that was fucking lame!" The king of Greed taunted him with (all) of his arms crossed. "Looks like I win this match! Yay me!" He pulled out a rather long piece of paper. "A deal's a deal, Lincoln. Sign the paper and I will make you a star."
Lincoln couldn't believe he lost this one. And he practically lost everything. Or... did he?
Barbie pulled out a lighted cigarette and flicked it to the contract, burning it instantly. "Whaaa! Fire! Fire, fire, fire!" Mammon freaked out as he saw his contract was burnt to nothing but a small pile of ashes. "No! No! No! What the fuck happened!?"
"never forget to read the fine, print, fucktard." Said Barbie.
"Who are you?" Mammon bluntly
"None of your fucking business, that's who." She bluntly replied with her arms crossed
"Barbie, thank Satan you're here." Said Fizz
"Sorry I'm late to the party, Fizz. I got a little sidetracked"
"Tied or not, I will make every one of my bullets hit your skull until you drop dead like a rag doll." Turning to Barbie, he said in a more calm voice. "As for you? Well... maybe I can make a sex slave out of ya, cunt."
"Over my dead body!" Barbie protested.
"Nothing a little tranquilizer can't handle." The king of greed brushed off. Suddenly, the door of his own palace was blown down and it revealed to be Loona, and Lincoln's demon friends.
"You fucked with the wrong girl!" Loona said.
"Uh-oh, Striker will you-?" He paused when he saw the cowboy demon still out cold. "What the-"
"Get away from Lincoln, you fat bastard!" Loona shouted as she swiped her claws at the Greed King's face, making him growl in pain and dropping his pistol. "What the fuck is going on here?!"
"We're gonna kick your ass to oblivion! That's what's going on!" Blitzo pointed.
"Lincoln, are you ok?" Loona knelt down to help him up.
"I'm fine, Loona." Lincoln smiled.
"Fizz! Did he hurt you?" Blitzo ran up to his friend
"Not too much. He was about to kill me if you guys haven't come along."
"Who is fucking responsible for this?" Mammon asked.
"that would be us." Queen Bee and Asmodeus were with the group, looking quite angry. Mammon knew that he was probably going to be in a whole world of trouble.
"Oh! G'day guys." Mammon tried to act nice and friendly to his cohorts. He had an obvious nervous smile on his face. "When did you all get here?"
"Don't give us any of that bullshit, M." Bee crossed her arms. "Loona told us everything."
"And I am not happy, Mammon." Ozzie said. "Not. Happy. You kidnapped my sweetheart, and his human friend."
"Prove it, pretty boy." Mammon sneered
"Prove it? He's right there, you dumbass! And Lincoln too!"
"You were always one to create smoke and mirrors, babe." said Bee
"Oh shut up, cunt. Figures you wouldn't be funny. All women are never funny, they should just be sex slaves to men, nothing more."
Bee's left eye twitch in that response. "Excuse me?!?! You're saying we girls are just living sex toys and nothing more?!"
"Well duh, everyone knows that men are the dominant sex. Shit, women can't even drive cars in Arabia for fuck sake!"
"Well this isn't Arabia!" Asmodeous got in his full demon form to try and scare him.
"You're not the only one who can transform, Ozzie." Mammon himself got in his demon form.
"Why did you even try to kidnap Lincoln!?" Loona demanded
"So he can make me some big bucks with his singing voice. And of course, I would give him some of the cut."
"Bullshit!" Fizz pointed. "He knows how to fuck with people's minds!"
"So I took this kid. But you sins have no power over me! So you cannot intimidate me!"
"Maybe they can't." Said a calm voice. It was Lucifer, walking up to him with his fancy cane in his right hand "but I can."
Mammon immediately got scared since the little man is the king of everything down here. "Lord Lucifer! Fancy meeting you here, your highness!"
"Oh save the formalities for your dad-in-law, Kiss-ass." Lucifer said. "I am in no mood for your unctuous flattery. I am taking Lincoln witu me. And if you kidnap him again, then I will send you down to the pits of The Freeze Lands. Do I make myself clear?"
Gulping in fear, Mammon looked back to call Striker for help, but he realized that he, along with the money he owed the mercenary was already gone. "Oh Satan's clitoris." Mammon breathed before turning back to everyone else. "Ok, ok. You want him? Then just take him, your highness. I meant no disrespect. Never to you."
"I thought so." Lucifer looked smug. "Come on, kiddo. Let's take you home."
"Barbie?" Blitzo recognized. "What are you doing here?"
"None of your business, shithead." She rudely replied. Then she looked at Lincoln. "Look, I was just looking for a job down here when I heard Lincoln's voice nearby, and found him prisoner by the fat spider."
"Ey! I'm not fat!" Mammon said defensively.
"Shut up, you shitty piece of lard!" Barbie pointed her right finger at him.
"piece of lard?! How dare you, you puny cunt?!"
"That's enough!" Lucifer shouted in a booming voice.
"Barbie, come on, let's just have a nice chat and make up for-"
"I already told you, Blitzo, No fucking way!" Then Barbie ran out of the tent through the back door. Blitzo, looking sad and guilty, tried to run after her, but was stopped by Loona's left arm.
"No." Loona said. "Let her go, Blitzo. She's not worth it."
"I gotcha, my darling." Ozzie held onto his little boyfriend. They all walked away, leaving the King of Greed defeated.
"And remember my warning, Mammon. Leave Lincoln alone."
"I promise! I swear on me mum's grave." Said Mammon."
"Alright, au revoir."
Back at Lincoln's House
Lincoln told everyone what happened of how he was kidnapped. Everyone was shocked at this.
"But I saved him." Loona pointed. "And with some help."
"so mom, dad, don't be mad at Loona."
"No, we're not mad, sport." said Lynn Sr. "We understand.
"Besides, that Mammon guy didn't even hurt you." Rita pointed. "We're just glad you're safe." She hugged him.
"Can I get you anything, Lincoln?" Asked Lori
"Nope. I'm fine, Lori. I just need to watch my step more often when I am in Hell."
"I concur." Said Lynn Sr
"That's what I'm here for, dude." Loona sang in a flat voice.