Meghan Street will defend her US Championship against the winning wrestler. The two others will challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship against the Glimmer Sisters.
2 RP Limit per character
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET WEDNESDAY, May 27, 2026
**Should there be any ties, the option best for story will be chosen; if there is a tie regarding the US title match, both tied individuals will at some point get their title shots. One will be chosen for this show.
They had the entire world in the palms of their hands right now.
Ever since they had started wrestling for SCW, what had initially been a side gig to make some extra money (both for themselves and for their adult circus) had turned into probably one of the most dominant runs the wrestling business had ever seen. Almost a full year into their time with the company, and the twins had only ever been beaten once (though Gia had a solo loss to her name, but the twins were more than happy to ignore that). They were two time tag team champions. Gina had been part of the winning team in a tournament that rewarded her a contract allowing her to do literally just about anything she wanted.
And now? Said contract was being used to propel the twins right where they knew they belonged: the main event.
Their antics in Australia for Hubris had certainly been quite the show for the fans, although the match had admittedly gotten a little more dicey than they would have liked. For as clever as The Vision were, though, the twins had proven they were far craftier than they had anticipated. Add in some outside interference that proved The Vision's egos had come back to bite them, and the twins got to saunter out of the land down under with their rightful gold still strapped around their sinfully sexy waists.
Knowing that they had gotten so deeply under the skin of the man who was obsessed with 'saving' people from social media that he'd actually gone and made himself a friend to chase them had been a bonus, especially when they revealed they never had any intentions of wasting Gina's trios contract on something as random as anything to do with their fellow KABLAMia spokeswoman Destiny and her little boy toy/Dexter's little flunky Wendell.
Although... if the two of them ever let curiosity get the better of them, Gia & Gina weren't going to rule out potential options to help them along in their quest to figure things out, especially if it pissed off a clown the likes of Dexter Grant and made things nice and steamy in the process.
Truth be told, the twins had decided on the perfect use for Gina's contract as soon as the main event of Hubris was seemingly set in stone. They were sick and tired of hearing themselves be compared to the Light in the Darkness in the discussion of which side was the better tag team, just as they were sick and tired of waiting for Luz to stop being such a goody two-shoes and pull the trigger on the shot at their belts she'd earned all the way back at Fatal Fortunes. But no, she'd chosen to wait because she wanted to team with her wife and couldn't do so while there was a little trouble in paradise between her and Amelia.
Well, Gia & Gina were more than happy to help, especially if it not only got them SCW's world title in the process, but also proved once and for all that the Glimmers were the best tag team in SCW period.
Were they taking advantage of the fact that Amelia & Luz were clearly in a rough patch together? Maybe, but the history books would never remember such tiny details.
Being able to force the two of them out of their comfort zone and into some lingerie on pay-per-view was just the cherry on top.
Gia: Mmm... I can't believe everything fell into place so perfectly. I thought for sure Syren & Selena were going to fuck everything up.
Gina: Believe it sis. Amelia came through, and now we get to have some real fun with her and little Luz.
Gia: First off, please don't quote the snow bitch right now. You're going to kill my libido. And second, have you seen that luchadora? There's nothing 'little' about her, that name is totally a fucking lie.
Gina only moaned in response, though it was hard to confirm whether that was just a noise to acknowledge her twin's words or because of what they were currently doing.
Despite the highs they were riding from their recent SCW exploits, returning from Australia had kicked open the door for them to return to their first love: the circus. With no more significant international detours for the immediate future, Lucian had welcomed the twins back to the Cirque du Sins performance rotation with open arms. Maybe it was the fact that he had personally gotten to introduce them in his own home country and had a backstage seat to witness them kick ass in person and look hot while doing it, or maybe it was his way of trying to help them blow off some steam after things in Melbourne had gotten a little iffy before the show, but Lucian seemed extra amped to get the Glimmers back under the spotlight in the big top and flaunting their goods to all the horny masses that came out to see them.
That included the twins once again being on the menu for the Lust Ticket, and after they'd been more than happy to kill it on the trapeze tonight, they were currently making the most of the lucky dreams-come-true of two women who had been 'fortunate' enough to be tonight's chosen to meet them in their chamber. They knew Lucian had rigged things a little bit to allow for some lucky ladies to get their prize... it had been a request of theirs to 'prepare' for the fun they were going to have come Taking Hold of the Flame.
Granted, the odds of the twins getting naked in the ring, along with forcing Amelia & Luz to join them, were pretty slim without some sort of meltdown in management, nor did Gia & Gina think they'd be lucky enough to actually get the couple into anything like what they were doing now barring some serious relationship problems they could take advantage of, but it was the thought that counted and the Glimmers could make do with their imaginations as they finished having some extremely sexy fun that, if described in greater detail, would probably have you begging for more. Sorry folks, but that's exactly why you come to a Cirque du Sins show and pay extra for a Lust Ticket.
One of the Girls: Mmm... oh fuck... you two are so good at this...
Gia: Of course we are babe. We're professionals for a reason.
Gina: And we always know when to turn up the heat.
The other girl was already speechless at how things had unfolded, and it wasn't long before this hot little session was winding down. Gia & Gina could still go, but they could see their lucky winners tonight were struggling to keep up and showed some mercy. After all, they wanted repeat customers to help the circus keep raking in the money.
Gia: Have a good night ladies!
Gina: And don't be a stranger whenever Cirque du Sins rolls into town.
They couldn't help but grin as they waved goodbye to the two lovely ladies, who were barely able to stand but helped one another follow one of the technicians out of the circus. The fact that the twins were still naked didn't matter, because they were just going to saunter their big juicy peaches over to their trailer and start getting “prepared” for the fun they were going to have once SCW made it to Las Vegas.
Gia: Oh, if only SCW could've kept playing nice until we got to our big night, sis.
Gina: I'm not surprised, Gia. Pretty sure the CEO's struggling to save face even though he posed with us after I won trios, and he thought this was the best way to try and undercut our plans.
Gia: He's no Antonio though... or Vincent.
Gina: Thank fuck for that.
Before Taking Hold of the Flame and Gina's trios cash-in could take center stage in their minds, the twins had some business to take care of beforehand that kind of annoyed them... even if it technically had been announced before they revealed their plans. That was why Cirque du Sins had come to the Milwaukee area, because the Glimmers were being made to defend their tag titles before they gladly put them on the line at Taking Hold of the Flame to prove once and for all that they were the top bitches of tag team wrestling in SCW today.
Exactly who they'd be defending against, however, was left up to a fan vote... and they were the consolation prize.
That was the one thing that pissed the twins off above all else: the fact that they weren't even the real reward. They'd be defending against the two losers of the vote to decide who would challenge for the U.S. title, the very title that had once been held by Luz and could have been an extra piece to the Glimmers' greatest scheme had that “cowgirl from hell” not fucked it all up.
Gia: Seriously, what gives SCW the right to think that Strader bitch is more important than us? If anything, she's the consolation prize, not us!
Gina: Considering I beat her during trios... and Amelia twice, for that matter... you'd think we'd be shown a little more respect.
Gia: Just the SCW locker room once again totally failing to acknowledge who the REAL women are and who's just trash begging to be taken out.
Angel: Spoken like a true pair of cunts on top of the world right now.
Gia & Gina had finally started moving through the backstage of the big top to head out to their trailer after gathering up their outfits (if they could even be called that) from their performance tonight, but the familiar voice of their favorite drag queen had caught their attention. Whether or not it was a good thing to see Angel sauntering towards them with a sinful swagger that matched theirs... that was up for debate right now.
On one hand, they were happy to see Angel again after their little excursion to kick ass in Australia was over and done with, especially since part of them was afraid with the circus as a whole being given a vacation just so Lucian could come with them, which had left Angel fully in the clutches of the bastard who “owned” him still.
On the other, the Glimmers were still getting an off vibe from the man they'd been trying to save even despite his protests to it. The confidence he radiated right now was a match to what they felt when they first met him, back when it was painfully clear he was trying to replace them as the sexiest sluts to ever saunter through a circus act. That shouldn't have been the case considering Angel had a legit contract with Lucian now (or as legit as Lucian could probably provide if he was still skimming a little off the top from everyone to continue covering his loan to Antonio), but given that they knew Antonio was easily in the clear now following his attempted assassination of them back on New Year's Eve and Vincent was otherwise still lurking in his friend's stead... Gia & Gina trusted Angel about as far as they could throw him right now.
Angel: Evening ladies. You two look like you certainly had a hell of a time with your Lust Ticket winners tonight.
Gina: We always do Angel.
Gia: We live to please.
Angel: Heh. Word is you two are preparing to take a real big step up now. Sharing a fucking world title in SCW, huh? That's all I've heard Lucy talking about all week... pretty sure I even had the misfortune of hearing him jack off over it before showtime tonight.
Gia: Yeah... did not need to know that.
Gina: Not a surprise though. The fact that we're about to completely take over SCW as not only its best tag team, but its best period?
Angel: Hence why I said what I said. I'm not wrong, and knowing you two are about to get... what are they, SCW's so-called purest souls or whatever? Into lingerie in front of the masses?
Gia: Are they really the purest still? Pretty sure Amelia's trying to do a watered-down version of a bad girl phase.
Angel: My point is, you two are unstoppable right now!
Gina: OK, why are you buttering us up this much Angel? Not that we don't like having our nonexistent dicks stroked, but I think you're going a little too hard on all this praise without fully meaning it.
Angel opened his mouth to respond, but it ended up working soundlessly for a few moments as he seemed to struggle with how to respond to that. Gia shot her sister a weird look, but that look soon turned on Angel as she mentally processed how hard he'd come right at them with praise that mostly lacked his usual sassy tone that made you question if he meant what he said or not. That, bizarrely enough, was how you knew Angel was being serious.
Angel: I have no idea what you cunts are talking about. Can't a guy be nice to the two sluts trying way too hard to save him when he doesn't want to be saved?
Gia: I think we know you well enough by now to know that you're being sincere when you act sassy as shit about it. I don't think I've heard that tone out of you once since this conversation started.
Gina: Angel... you can be honest with us. What the fuck's been going on with you lately? You've been acting all weird ever since you came back, and it's starting to worry us.
Angel bit his bottom lip, his fake gold tooth glinting off the backstage lighting as it pierced his lip and drew blood. The fact that it didn't faze him at all sadly didn't surprise Gia & Gina anymore, but that didn't make them any less worried at seeing blood trickling down his chin now.
Gia: Angel, please... what's Antonio doing to you now?
Angel: Nothing I can't normally take, and I mean that. Seriously, you two should drop this while you might still have a chance to get out.
Vincent: Oh ho ho ho, oh Angel... I think it's a little too late for that.
Angel bit his lip harder, eyes going wide in fear as that familiar voice that reminded one of a game show host rang out through the area. Gia & Gina immediately moved to stand their ground, looking around cautiously. It wasn't long before the sound of footsteps echoed through an area that had gone dead silent all of a sudden, belonging to the grinning man in the pinstriped suit and red bow tie he casually adjusted. The mere presence of Vincent moving to stand right next to him had Angel looking like he was about to piss himself, but Vincent seemed to ignore the drag queen in favor of scanning Gia & Gina's naked bodies up and down, wolf whistling at what he sees.
Vincent: You know ladies... getting to really see you up close in all your glory like this? I can see why you love flaunting those tits and asses for the camera every week in that little wrestling company of yours. Maybe I should attend your next pay-per-view event... word through the grapevine is you two are putting on a show and looking to make a brand new pair of sluts out of some good girls. If that doesn't scream “top selling porno flick” idea that writes itself, I don't know what does.
Gina: We'll pass, thanks.
Gia: We might keep that little idea for ourselves though. Can't guarantee we can get our future opponents on board, but we don't need you to rock out with our tits out and get paid and praised for doing so.
The twins' response only made Vincent laugh harder, unnerving them at how unhinged he sounded, but they continued to stand their ground in case he tried anything.
Vincent: Oh, you two are a real delight, you know that? Thinking you have a say in the matter... it's always more authentic when someone thinks they have control before they get fucked.
The faces Gia & Gina made at Vincent's implication told the story. They didn't care if he was pitching the plot of a porno or admitting to something that made their skin crawl, the way Vincent intentionally delivered those words made them want to puke, ideally all over him, and then just throw caution to the wind and start kicking his ass right then and there.
Angel: What, uh... what are you doing here Vincent? It's a few days too early to collect right?
While they didn't let their guard down, the Glimmers were thankful for Angel being the voice of reason. Maybe he was just that terrified and wanted Vincent as far away from him as soon as possible, or maybe this was his way of subtly paying the twins back for saving him in the past. They didn't know, but they did see Vincent finally turn his head to acknowledge Angel.
Vincent: Someone's been paying attention, I see. You'd be right Angel, and Lucian didn't call me here to collect early because he's not going to be around like last month.
Angel: You and Antonio weren't around for a while either.
Angel may have said it casually, as if it was no big deal, but that was a vital piece of information that immediately had the Glimmers even more on edge than before. They had spent part of their time in Australia for Hubris worried for Angel because with everyone on vacation it left him back in Antonio's clutches, but if Antonio and even Vincent had taken some vacation time for themselves apparently and Angel hadn't been dragged along...
Vincent: What can I say? We had some important business to take care of, but you were a good boy while we were gone, weren't you?
Gia: Don't even think about touching him.
Vincent had reached over to pat Angel's head, like he was some sort of dog being petted by his master for being good, but his hand never made contact before Gia spat out those words with more vitriol than she could remember mustering up... probably since anything to do with Stryker, really. All it seemed to accomplish, though, was making Vincent laugh that unhinged laugh once more.
Vincent: Oh, we're at the point where I'm being threatened now, huh? Cute... just keep that feisty little fire burning when you and your sister succeed at your little pay-per-view, and don't screw it up on your little show this week while you're at it.
Gina: We don't need you telling us how to kick ass, dickhead.
Vincent: I suppose not, but even the best actors can make mistakes when they get a little too cocky. Can't they Sara? Or... is it Sandra? Pretty sure my new friend said it started with an S...
They tried their hardest not to show it, but Gia & Gina's blood ran cold as Vincent just happened to throw those names out. They wanted to believe there was no way Vincent had chosen those specific names by pure coincidence... they hadn't said anything to anyone at any point in time. The mention of a new friend though...
Vincent: Ah, but will you look at the time?
Vincent made a show of checking the watch on his wrist.
Vincent: I came with Antonio because he needed to discuss something with Lucian, and they should be wrapping up right about now. Probably shouldn't keep him waiting... you know how he gets if he's left waiting for too long. It was good seeing you all again, and I look forward to the slutty show you're going to put on here in a few weeks in front of a worldwide audience, Glimmers.
With that, Vincent strutted away as though he hadn't just potentially dropped a major bombshell on the three people in that little backstage area of the Cirque du Sins big top. Angel watched him leave before breathing a sigh of relief once he was out of sight, but whatever snarky quip may have been on his tongue died right there as he saw Gia & Gina still looking in the direction where Vincent had disappeared to, almost looking like a ghost had just run them over with a semi-truck.
Of the people that Vincent could have gotten that information from, only one of them actually knew who Gia & Gina used to be and drew the conclusion, and if they were right about him being Vincent's “new friend” then they knew things just got a whole lot more dangerous in their path forward.
Also going to go ahead and remember to tack this on now, and it applies to my last RP as well: anything relating to politics in these RPs does not align with any of my personal views. No offense is intended, these are literally meant to come off as the ravings of a paranoid man who genuinely believes anything relating to politics on both sides is all part of some greater conspiracy that only he sees and understands, and they are not meant to be taken seriously beyond the character I'm trying to portray him as.
As we open up, we find ourselves in what looks like a massive walk-in closet. While that may not seem too out of the ordinary at first, it should probably come as no surprise at this point when we see that the vast majority of outfits on display in this space is nothing but lingerie. Some is more modest than others, some definitely scream “revealing” without even being on somebody's body, and some probably even have you questioning how that can legally be called lingerie or even clothing at all. There's a few other outfits that we find, such as bikini sets in varying degrees of revealing, sexy outfits that are clearly meant more for a male figure than a female one, sexy outfits in general that are probably awakening all sorts of inner feelings you probably didn't even know you'd buried. The lingerie, however, has been deliberately arranged to be the most prominent display, and the reason why makes themselves known fairly quickly as the screen becomes awash in pixellation.
Gia & Gina Glimmer, both clearly naked, saunter into the scene with the kind of sexy swagger in their generous hips that have already ruined countless pairs of underwear from men and women alike watching this, and the grins on their faces make it clear they're fully aware of this. SCW may be doing their best to censor this in post-production, but it's clear the Glimmers aren't going to let that stop them as they display their tag team title belts on a dresser right underneath a large mirror affixed to the back wall before deliberately taking their time examining some of the more revealing lingerie options, bending over to shove their big juicy peaches right into our field of vision or leaning back as they hold skimpy bras up against their prominent breasts.
Gia(?): Mmm... thoughts on this one sis?
Gina(?): I don't know if it's revealing enough... maybe this one?
Gia(?): If we pair the thong with a lacier bra so the fans can really enjoy what's underneath.
Gina(?): Maybe... what do you guys think?
It's at this point that the twins finally acknowledge our presence, amused over the blatant show they've been putting on for us despite SCW's best efforts to “hide the goods.” Gia (we're assuming) has a bra held up against her tits that looks more like a couple of straps tangled together than an actual bra, while Gina (again, we're assuming) looks like she's contemplating probably the tiniest thong that has ever been made while side-eyeing us.
Gia(?): So, we've been hearing that Breakdown here in Milwaukee this week is a special “fan's choice” edition, which means all you lucky sinners out there get to feel the power and decide how the show plays out.
Gina(?): You get to decide what kind of match Glory and Kemal get to put you all to sleep to, because let's be honest, neither one of them ever has or ever will be interesting and that's why neither one is world champion material.
Gia(?): You also get to decide what kind of match Gavin gets murdered in, and while we probably shouldn't condone murder on live television... well, Gavin's an annoying asshole and watching someone like Chris Dumont get escorted away in handcuffs to spend the rest of his life behind bars would be fucking hilarious, so that's a win-win for everybody.
Gina(?): You also get to decide who gets to try and ruin all our lovely little plans for Taking Hold of the Flame... which got the two of us thinking that maybe we could use some fan input ourselves.
Gia(?): It's the least we can do to make it up to all of you for not letting you guys and girls be the judges for our little Lingerie Showdown in Vegas.
Gina: Sorry guys... it's nothing personal, but while I was jotting down the exact wording for my trios contract before I turned it in, I realized that even if a lot of you have been turning on Amelia lately now that she's become Selena Frost Jr, you all still love Luz enough that it miiiiiight cloud your judgment. Hence why I had to go a different route for deciding who wins that half of the fun. But don't worry, you all get to enjoy the sexiest show SCW will ever have the honor of producing, and you can still help us by letting us know which of these lovely lingerie options around us you might like to see on that night. And not just on us either... let's be honest, do any of you think such a clean, cutesy couple would have anything remotely close to options like these to flaunt those figures they've been trying so hard to hide?
Gia: It also gives you fans some actual power to help us out since SCW still seems pretty damn keen on disrespecting us!
Gia, as we can now confirm (assuming we trust the twins' word) proceeds to throw the “bra” at us, somehow landing perfectly to cover most of our field of vision but still offering enough of a tantalizing view of the twins that whoever worked to censor this doesn't take any chances in taking their foot off that gas pedal. That proves to be a wise decision as it's not long before Gina is peeling the strap-bra away so we have a clear shot once more, tossing it aside along with the tiny thong she was looking over as she nods her head towards Gia, who surprisingly looks offended.
Gia: You know, we get it. We really do. We know a lot of the old deadbeats in management haven't exactly valued us too highly because we're walking catastrophes when it comes to broadcast standards and all that shit. But one thing you can never deny is that no matter how much CHBK freaks out over his job anytime we're on screen, or anytime Franky acts like he's going to pop a blood vessel even though he was more than happy to stand beside us when Gina was handed her trios contract, the Glimmer Sisters are the sole reason why SCW's ratings are the highest they've ever been and why tickets for Taking Hold of the Flame sold out in seconds the moment we made our big announcement last week! And yet, SCW has the audacity to make us the consolation prize for a fan's choice Breakdown?
Gina: My twin has a point. Even if this is some ploy to try and upend some of our fun little plans for my trios cash-in, it doesn't change the fact that what this vote should really be for is who gets to be humbled and humiliated next by the greatest women in SCW history, with the loser getting the consolation prize of having a U.S. title shot. After all, I already proved during trios that Meghan Strader is nowhere near good enough as a woman or as a wrestler to measure up to the likes of us.
Gia: If anything, you fans should make your voices heard and tell SCW to ditch the whole “consolation prize” bullshit and add us to the poll. We all know we'd have your vote, and you'd all get to see the Glimmers dripping in even more gold we've already more than earned.
Gina helps give Gia's words some visual aid as she happens to find a very skimpy golden thong lingerie set with some very suggestive cuts in certain areas, holding it up against her body and giving us a sexy little wink. Said lingerie ends up being draped over the tag title belts as Gina starts to drop some of her playfulness as well now.
Gina: We know SCW won't do that, though. They want to protect the old cowgirl from being embarrassed by us again, and we're pretty sure dear Franky is now desperate to find any way possible to cancel my little trios idea... even though his friends on the board already signed off on it. Anything to keep protecting the Light in the Darkness I guess... wonder how Luz feels about any of this, though.
Gia: We can always find out on Breakdown after we're done getting up to some kinky clown shit and once again proving why we're the true greatest, and hottest, tag team in SCW period. I'm sure somebody thinks that we'd be at a disadvantage not knowing who exactly we get to play with, but I'm pretty sure that didn't quite work during fatal fortunes, so everyone on the voting ballot shouldn't get their hopes up if they don't get the nod to kick Meggy Sue's ass.
Gina: I have to say though sis, there are quite a few interesting combinations we could meet in that ring, and I'm pretty sure most of them all hate each other. Maybe not as much as Selena & Xander did, but it's still a good warm-up for the real show in Las Vegas in a few weeks.
Gia: Like our old friend Dexter Grant. Hi Dexy-Poo... hope you don't mind us borrowing that from your pal Kimmy, not that we care either way. We'd ask how you've been after we spiced up and shut down your little “crusade” out in a parking lot back during fatal fortunes, but we're pretty sure you're going to come up with excuses about how you sabotaged yourself when you and your random partner would have lost that night regardless, just like you're going to bitch and moan about how getting your ass kicked by us yet again is all because you were forced to team with someone who hates you.
Gina: That's kind of what happens when you lean too hard into the whole “paranoid anti-social media dipshit” shtick, you tend to piss people off. After all, social media is a wonderful invention where our sinful little show gets to advertise itself to draw in crowds from all over the world, especially when our show isn't exactly available abroad when it comes to touring. That's the shitty thing about business dealings, you know.
Gia: Sad but true, just like it's sad but true that Dexy-Poo's all pissed off at us because he, like everyone else in the locker room who takes this whole business way too seriously, actually thought you were going to use your contract on his desperate little friend and the babe he's got a hard-on over.
Gina: Yeah, sorry we kind of led you and Wendell on, Destiny. It was an idea we were genuinely considering since we were always looking for a hot little act that was going to redefine the SCW landscape and the tag team division for the better, but when Amelia won the world title... well, the idea we went with was just too tempting to resist. Our offer is still very much on the table if you two are interested though... assuming you both remember that you're consenting adults and you don't need Dexter's permission to have some fun. We're truly sorry that you've become such a delusional loser that you, Dexter, think you have any right to tell us what we can and can't do, especially when you'll soon be calling us the only world champions, tag team or otherwise, that SCW will ever need anymore.
Gia: But please, keep concocting conspiracies about how you could never measure up to us, how even your new little gothic playmate you were hoping to come at us with is only going to let you down just as much as you let yourself down on a daily basis. At the very least, that's one thing you have in common with another old friend of ours in David Striker.
The twins exchange looks, unable to keep themselves from giggling like the kinky clowns they are at the mention of Striker. They lean back, gently tossing the golden lingerie aside as they grab their tag title belts and hold them up like they're daring someone to come and take it from them. The perspective does help shield their bodies somewhat, which allows for whoever's been tasked with censoring this to have a little bit of a break finally.
Gina: Long time no see David. We'd ask if you still hate our guts, but the fact that you traded out the original two idiots we humbled when we first won these belts for two brand new idiots who are going to fare just as well if and when they even make it to the top of Mt. Glimmer tells us all we need to know. Alex and Wil couldn't get the job done, you and Dante couldn't get the job done... wonder how your new boyfriends Gabriel and Kevin feel about you having to abandon your little Troupe activities by screwing them over and getting to hold these with someone else first?
Gia: That, of course, is assuming you can even beat us, and we all know that's not happening. Face it David, we know we're under your skin and in your head. It doesn't matter who your partner is when the fans make it painfully clear they see no value in you through the vote, because your desire to destroy us above all else is going to cost your team this golden opportunity. Maybe you and Dexter can compete to see who gets the two of you disqualified first, but it doesn't change the fact that all your little threats of violence still amount to jack and shit even now.
Gina: Go ahead and get your shot glasses ready, because if you're brave enough, you can make a drinking game out of how many times he calls us cheats, frauds, claims we don't deserve these titles when we've beaten literally almost every team this place has thrown at us, threatens violence the likes of which has never been seen before... you get the gist, and if you do decide to play that game, we wish your liver luck.
Gia: Just as we wish David luck in convincing us that he is, in any way, intimidating. I mean, seriously dude... you really think we don't know that stupid “horror movie knockoff” shit with some guy in a rabbit costume is somehow related to either you or one of your lame ass buddies who are all frothing at the mouth that literally none of you ever have or ever will be good enough to beat us, no matter how much you think we're just a couple of glorified strippers? Sometimes, facts are facts David: there exist people in this world who are just better than you, and we don't need junk between our legs to know that we've got your number and nobody on this roster teaming with you could change that.
Gina: Although... it would be perfect if our little warm-up show before the Lingerie Showdown turned out to be probably the only two people in this pool who might actually get along.
Whoever is on censorship duty finds their break over as Gia & Gina lower the titles and fully expose themselves once again, setting to work placing the belts around their seductively sinful waists to sit perfectly on their hypnotic hips. It's hard to miss that they put the belts on backwards, but this proves to be intentional as they both turn around and bend over, asses pressed together side-by-side and engulfing most of our view as they glance over their shoulders, sultry grins firmly in place.
Gia: Not a bad view, huh?
Gina: Be honest with us Colleen... we know you want these juicy asses of ours so damn badly that you're resisting the urge to “distract” yourself right now.
Gia: Be honest with yourself while you're at it. You want so badly to say we don't belong here, that we don't deserve to be champions, basically parroting everything we know David's going to say because he thinks he's so original. But believe it or not, we've seen you competing... more for whenever we decide we want to turn that TV title belt of yours into a new title bra we can share, but it's kind of hard to watch you compete and miss the sight of you taking that big ol' ass of yours and treating it like a weapon. Deep down, you know our asses have yours beat... bigger, juicier, and none of the cellulite while still being all natural perfection.
Gina: But considering you're all about trying to literally flatten people with your fat ass and even proudly using that as a threat, you kind of lose any right to take offense to what we do when you're out here doing the exact same thing. Sorry MacDonald's Big Mac, it's nothing personal and we really do think that ass of yours deserves so much more attention than it's been receiving lately, especially now that you've left your whiny little friend behind to keep throwing her temper tantrums, but if you think that either David or Dexter is going to help you become a double champion, then maybe you would be better off letting us relieve you of that gold that's become so much of a burden on you that it's made you delusional.
Gia: It would look so much better on us anyway, and we'd even let you get to experience that Glimmerican Dream personally if you're interested. But we know you're going to kill the mood by ignoring everything we say and proving how much of a hypocrite you are... that's exactly the reason why we came up with the hot little act we're putting on at Taking Hold of the Flame.
Gina: If the three possible options in this vote prove anything, it's that I made the right choice using my trios contract in the way I did. For as much as we've run the show around here and the numbers prove that SCW revolves around the Glimmer Sisters right now, you all are taking this business way too fucking seriously and we need to inject a little levity into the proceedings.
Gia: That's why we're going to dance our way down to the ring in the Fiserv Forum come Thursday night and entertain the masses against any combination of Dexter, David or Colleen before ultimately proving once again why we are the goddesses you all bow down to.
Gina: Then we're going to strut our way into Las Vegas and help Amelia & Luz with a little marriage counseling while opening their minds to the joys of being as open and free with themselves as we are.
Gia: And the exclamation point will be when we make Rise to Glimmer a reality as we become your new co-world champions and prove, once and for all...
Gina: ...that all that Glimmers in SCW truly is gold, and we won't stop until we're holding it all.
With that, the twins proceed to blow us over-the-shoulder kisses before giving their ample asses hearty spanks, enticing us with the hypnotic jiggle and sway. They don't bother to leave, willing to stay and let us admire the view of something genuinely bootyful until our scene as a whole finally fades to black, much to our disappointment.
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