Afterward 'Oz', now ins grunge style. Some clothes are ripped, his shirt ripped in placed while a plaid button up shirt wrapped around his waist, with the rest hanging from his waist behind him, and ripped thigh ripped up jean shorts.

"I was put into more adult things. Men trying to take over Dad's company, wanting me to sell all the shares, and just leave it. I didn't do that, because that company is my legacy. So, I gave control, not ownership, of my shares to my grandpa. The man went from a small business owner, to interim CEO and owner of a Fortune 500.

So long as he lived, he'd send me enough to make sure I didn't starve to death, as I pursued the last dream I've ever had: wrestling. That is where this act starts, as I meet someone very important in my life."

Alysia squeezed Ozzy's hand as he kissed her on the side of her head while the kid backed up and curtain dropped. Minutes later, the kid is seen again, and on stage is what looks like a fake setup of a ring, where in front it looks like a normal squared circle and filled the front of the stage, but behind, hidden from sight, are thick mattresses and a sheet of plywood between them and on top, covered with thicker than normal ring padding, to protect 'Oz' who has to take a bump behind the stage prop. It is also leveled, so it looks like they're constantly on a ring rather than the changes of heights be drastically different, so as to not mess with the visual storytelling.

'Oz' lining himself as if he was on the apron, as another kid, a bit older than 'Oz', looking around 14-15. The teen pretending he was fighting 'Oz' before the kids showed some training, by working together as 'Oz' is lifted up and then powerbombed straight onto the mats, as a stock sound of someone slapping a ring mat and a fake crowd chanting with each count as the teen pinned 'Oz'.

"ONE!

TWO!

THREE!"

'Oz' rolled out of the 'ring' as his opponent began to celebrate, the curtain dropping down. Some shuffling heard, then curtain raised again and showed a fake looking desk is on stage now, and behind it is actually an older gentleman, around 48.

"OZZY! MY BOY! Great job for your first official match!"

"Thank you, sir. I am happy to help! Is there anything else I can do for ya?"

"Well, unfortunately, this is going to be your first and only match at VCW. See, the crowd liked your opponent more, and I don't see making any money off of... well, you. Him? Hell yeah.

So, here's your 50 bucks. Spend it wisely. I'll spread some good words for ya, so it should be easier for you to get more jobs."

He pulled out a fake $50 and handed it to 'Oz'.

"Sir... respectfully but..."

He grabbed the money

"What the fuck? I get I just finished my training with your brother, but I was hoping by doing that, I could be here and not have to shop around!"

The older man squinted, grumbling angrily

"Did you actually think I'd let you be part of my company simply because of fucking nepotism?! Hell no! He can train someone that'll change the way wrestling is viewed across the world and if I don't want them, I'm not going to keep them. People like that take time and funding to see successful gains. You're 16! You really thought a greenhorn was getting permanent residency in ANY wrestling promotion, let alone here?!

Get the FUCK outta here!"

With that 'Oz', boiling with anger, did his best to put out his fuse and walked off as the curtain falls, and a few minutes later, the curtains raised as the backdrop showed the streets of 1996 Vegas. On the opposite side of him on the stage, is what looks like a 17 year old femininely dressed young boy but with their hair bound into twin buns on the top of their head. Next to their feet is what looks like a bottle of lighter fluid, but it was to hide 'high proof alcohol'. In their hands, are two actual small sticks with Kevlar wick heads.

They seemed to know actual fire breathing as part of their background talents, which was perfect as they took a couple steps forward, taking a lighter out and lighting one head on fire then gently placing the lighter down, replaced with the 'lighter fluid'. First, they'd run the head up and down their arms, not only to show their proficiency with fire, but to show the flame is real. They then squirted a good amount of the fluid into their mouth before placing it on the ground, and placed lit head near their face and the other as far as their arm can go before a ball of flame is sent from lit head to unlit, making both on fire. After a few more tricks with the fluid and the fire working in tandem, the small audience clapped happily, the act would finish, while sounds of coins smacking onto the ground and they curtsied to an invisible crowd while 'Oz' was clapping too.

"That was awesome! I've never seen someone pretty do something so dangerous before!"

They smiled while blushing, speaking in a forced feminine voice

"T-Thank you..."

"My name is Oswald. What about you, miss?"

They looked shocked only to speak while the smile grew wider

"I-It's Alysia."

"Well, Alysia, seems like we got paid. Want to grab some dinner together?"

The smile turned into a wide happy grin and nodded.

"Yes!"

The curtain dropping slowly as the two walked side by side off to the side of the stage. 

Ozzy held their hands

"You two, are the best things to ever happen to me. The third act is going to be great."

The video fading to black.