Glimmer Sisters vs. European Fiery Nation

[supremecw]

The Glimmer Sisters vs. The European Fiery Nation (Dakon Theron & Ludvig Eriksson)

2 RP Limit per character; 4 RP Limit per team (No word limits)
Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Saturday, July 26, 2025

[The European Fiery Nation]

https://theeuropeanfierynationtagteamsta...ember.html

[Glimmer]

It had been quite a while since Gia & Gina felt like they were on top of the world as much as they did lately.

Probably not since they'd first established themselves in Cirque du Sins, if they had to be truly honest with themselves.

Something about that very first performance all those years ago really felt like a “coming out” party for the identical twins who finally felt like they'd truly found themselves. Sure, they really loved every single performance since that night, but more and more often lately it had been feeling like the only thing to look forward to. It was hardly their fault, a lot of that blame could go straight to Lucian and the combination of his greed and selfish stupidity that justified depriving the sisters of their hard-earned money for so long, but Gia & Gina could certainly see how the idea of the “biggest, baddest, hottest, raunchiest adult circus you've ever seen in your life” would be one very few people would risk investing in until they saw proof.

If they were in the same position as the notorious and feared Antonio, they weren't sure if they would've even given Lucian the loan that became the unstable foundation the Cirque du Sins was built on in the first place.

Then again, if they were in Antonio's position, a lot of things would be so very different right now...

Regardless, Gia & Gina couldn't help but grin from their position on the tightrope as their act for the evening came to a close, ending with Gia pedaling the unicycle she'd been riding off the tightrope while Gina was still in a perfect handstand on Gia's own upstretched hands, Gina's long, shapely legs kicking a bunch of red balls in the air in her own take on juggling, each kick causing her ample ass to bounce and jiggle in its teal and black striped thong as Gia jiggled her breasts and left fans wondering if the thin tape she'd used to cross out her nipples would peel off from the sheen of sweat covering her smoking body. The audience was entranced at the incredible display of perfect balance, strength, dexterity, and sensuality before the twins were no longer on the tightrope, giving one last series of winks and kisses to drive them into a frenzy before the spotlight shifted back to Lucian standing in the center ring.

Lucian: How'd you like that act folks? Bet a lot of you fellas out there wish those balls they were juggling were yours, huh? You horny freaks know you love it, and you love the Glimmer Sisters!

Gia & Gina couldn't help but giggle and shake their heads from up on their platform before they began to move off of it and towards the staircase leading back down to ground level. For as much of a skeezy slimeball as Lucian Lurid was, he certainly had a gift for getting people riled up and hooked on whatever he was selling them. Still, the month of July had been a good one, and they had every reason to be in high spirits. Cirque du Sins' annual 4th of July Carnalval had been a much bigger success this year than any other... maybe something to do with too many people wanting it as a distraction from political nonsense? Regardless, the adult circus had more than met Lucian's under-the-table goal of being able to pay Antonio to keep the crime lord off their backs for another month in record time, and the twins were certain they'd probably set a new record for how many people they'd pulled into a huge orgy... it was hard to remember all the details because they were definitely super smashed that night and were too hungover to get a good count of all the hot bodies around them when they woke up the next morning.

Every regular show they'd done throughout the month had drawn in big numbers, especially when it gave folks a chance to beat the crazy heat that had really seemed to hit the country lately.

And of course, they couldn't forget about SCW.

Despite only really being present every other week thus far so as not to conflict with the circus shows Lucian had booked and advertised well in advance, it was hard to argue that the Glimmer Sisters had made a hell of an impact in a short amount of time. A 3-0 record thus far, easily the hottest performances the company had ever seen in its wrestling ring... hell, even their last match had seen them do exactly what they said they would, and that's beat the team that was apparently, despite that, still next in line for the company's tag titles.

Being fair to people who were screwed over was fine and all, they supposed, but they were kicking ass and taking names and tightrope walking TV boundaries each and every appearance while doing it. Pretty sure that meant they were owed something even this early into their SCW careers.

Gia: Sooooooo... Lucian didn't do the Lust Ticket tonight. Felt we didn't need it for our third show in a row in Houston.

Gina: You know the only reason he booked a whole week of shows around here was to take advantage of the SCW crowds for Rise to Glimmer.

Gia: Ooooh, we're renaming it now?

Gina: Might as well. We're easily the best thing they're going to show everyone all weekend. Damn shame they decided putting us on the pre-show was the “best” they could do.

Gia: They're totally hiding behind how new we still are because they know if given the spotlight we truly deserve, we'd steal the whole show and their main eventers would probably throw a fit that would make Paris Hilton jealous.

Gina: Who says we can't just outshine the whole main card anyway?

Gia: Pretty sure Dakoff and Ludpig or whatever their stupid names are would disagree.

Gina: And that's why they're going to be left kissing our asses before we saunter them away from that ring on Saturday.

Gia: Anyways! SCW tangent aside... no Lust Ticket means we're done for the night. You want to go play cowgirls and see if we can lasso us up some hot Texan slabs of meat regardless of what's between their legs?

Gina: Might as well see if everything really is bigger in Texas like they say before we have to embarrass some Eurotrash.

Gia playfully shoves her twin as the two finish making their way down the spiral staircase and their feet meet solid ground again, the motion causing the thin tape to finally fall away as Gia can't help but laugh over those poor fans needing maybe another minute to get that fabled nip slip from her. Gina just rolls her eyes and hip checks her sister in return, the energy just being all positive for them right now. It was hard to believe that wrestling was starting to contribute to their higher spirits lately, but maybe it was just something about being in front of an SCW audience and their cameras over any indie promotion that scratched an itch they didn't know needed to be scratched.

Could just be getting that chance to tread a very thin line over what they could get away with on TV that felt like they were moving on up in the world, especially when they made it no secret that they couldn't give two shits about wrestling itself or anything that was “sacred” or “special” about it to everyone else because they were there to make money and look hot while doing it. Though, maybe part of them was starting to see just why these people loved it so much.

Lucian: And just where do you two hotties think you're going, huh?

The twins were now rolling their eyes for an entirely different reason as they had almost made it to the area where the performers' trailers were, but Lucian clearly had to try and have his hands in everything like the sleazy pervert he clearly enjoyed being. They didn't even need to turn around to know he was probably drooling all over himself just looking at their thong-clad asses, but they still huffed and turned anyway to get this over with, trying to ignore how much their ringmaster clearly looked like he was going to ruin his pants right there on the spot all because of them existing.

Gina: Back to our trailer. Duh.

Lucian: And why's that? The night's still young, ladies.

Gia: Exactly, and you don't have the Lust Ticket experience to keep our bodies working tonight, so we're throwing some cowgirl shit on and going out on the town.

Gina: And before you even think about it: no, you're not invited.

Lucian: And what's bloody stopping me from tagging along anyway?

Gia: Uh, the fact that you still have a job to do for a few more acts tonight, for one thing.

Gina: Also the fact that we can and will just kick whatever you have down there that classifies as “balls” up into your throat and there's nothing you can really do about it.

Lucian immediately opened his mouth to argue this, but barely got a sound out as Gia & Gina just crossed their arms across their bare chests and gave the kind of smirk that made it clear they were eager to hear his response, knowing full well they were right. After all, Lucian wouldn't dare fire his most crucial financial lifeline with the threat of Antonio still hanging over his head, not to mention the fact that he barely had any ground to dance on anyway considering he'd stiffed the twins on so much pay over the years that it was honestly an act of god at this point they hadn't just left him and Cirque du Sins high and dry.

There was also the fact that whatever energy and stage presence he had was an act to hide how out of shape he truly was, while the Glimmers were not only probably his most athletic performers but also proved in wrestling rings now how capable they were in the art of kicking ass. All of that is what got Lucian to just huff and finally tear his eyes away from them.

Lucian: You don't have to be bloody cunts about it. Just don't get too wild, you hear? If you're gonna play the damned “cash cow” card, then we can't be having you both getting into any trouble before your biggest SCW pay day yet.

Gia: Please, like anything's going to happen.

Gina: And if it does, we can handle ourselves, Lucian.

The ringmaster looked like he wanted to make some sort of final comment on the matter, but ultimately bit his tongue on it because the roar of the crowd was a sign that he needed to get his fat ass back out to the center ring to keep the show going. His pervy gaze still lingered a bit before he finally started bouncing his way back out to do his job, leaving Gia & Gina exchanging looks before they resumed strutting back to their trailer.

After about an hour of showering, redoing their makeup and throwing on “appropriate” cowgirl attire, the Glimmer Sisters had left the area where Cirque du Sins had set itself up and made their way into the city, being drawn to what was called the Neon Boots Dancehall and Saloon. Honestly, they found the idea of a cowboy-themed bar and nightclub deep in the heart of Texas a little cheesy and cliched, but that wasn't going to stop them from having fun with it. Unsurprisingly, the moment they stepped inside, almost everybody in the place found their eyes drawn to the twins, and they couldn't help but grin and giggle at all the men who earned slaps from their so-called girlfriends because of it.

When they showed up rocking skimpy frilly black bikini tops with white “lone stars” on the cups where their nipples would be while flaunting a lot of cleavage, black daisy dukes that were so shredded and skimpy they could double as thongs, black assless chaps to make sure eyes were drawn to their cheeks, and black cowgirl boots and hats to bring the look together, it was hard to argue with the idea of them being the center of attention, and that's exactly what they wanted. They slowly moved to find an empty table on the other side of the dance floor, hips swaying in beat with the country music that had been remixed to give it more of a “club beat” before they planted their perfect butts in seats and waited until people got bold enough to try making a move.

It took all of two minutes before at least five guys who came off as stereotypical “big, strong, handsome cowboy” as you could get were practically fighting with each other over who could buy them drinks, with at least two rather attractive looking cowgirls trying to play this smarter by staying out of the dogpile and trying to skip straight to buying drinks for the twins and hoping they would like them.

Gia: I missed this.

Gina: Same, sis. It's always fun watching people literally fight over us.

Gia: Especially when I'm pretty sure we could probably kick all their asses and make them think they'd gone to heaven.

It was hard for the sisters not to laugh as they watched all their would-be suitors, plus a few more men and women that had jumped into the fray, pushing and shoving and ready to throw hands with each other over who would get to bring them onto the dance floor. Not that Gia & Gina were interested right now anyway because they were doing slow songs, but the moment the pace picked up, they were ready to get out there and shake what the good lord gave them and conquer this club with their curves.

???: Well now, I don't recall seeing two pretty little things like you around these parts before.

Any joy that being in this club was bringing them died the moment that way-too-stereotypical southern accent that, unfortunately, they were familiar with.

The sea of bodies fighting over them parted almost immediately in fear as a tall cowboy with a clearly sadistic and manipulative grin sauntered up to the twins' table. Short, messy platinum blonde hair was tucked beneath his black cowboy hat, his face sported a short black mustache and a gold tooth in his mouth, and every last inch of his attire was so stereotypical cowboy it almost hurt to look at. Still, the man was clearly known around these parts and people were scared shitless of him... and Gia & Gina knew they had every reason to be.

Gina: We're in town for the big SCW show.

Gia: Also the steamy adult circus that's set up a few blocks away.

???: Figures I wouldn't have seen y'all before, then... still, these parts are dangerous for hot little ladies like yourselves to be wandering around without some sort of protection.

Gia: We can take care of ourselves perfectly fine, thank you.

???: Can you now? Might want to be careful about what words come out of that pretty little mouth of yours... things around here can be rougher than you think. Ol' Stryker should know... been hanging out around these parts for a few years now.

The man continued to drone on and on about himself like he was some sort of ultimate badass, but Gia & Gina were already sick of his arrogance and looking around for openings to slip away and get some space between them and him.

Mostly because they knew who Stryker was, and they wanted nothing to do with him for reasons that only partially related to how dangerous he was.

Stryker was a blast from the past for the Glimmer twins that they could've done without. They remembered him from high school, long before Gia & Gina Glimmer even existed and they were both someone else entirely who they never wanted to be and who were going nowhere for reasons that had nothing to do with them. He was a Texas native who moved to the area where they used to live and many of the typical bullies thought they could put him in his place because he was adamant on showing how much of a “proud Texas cowboy” he was 24/7... he had put all of them in the hospital and gotten suspended on only his third day of school, the only thing saving him from being expelled and arrested was the fact that he'd acted in self-defense. No one really messed with him after that, but he sure as hell let it go to his head. The twins even remember him trying to hit on them several times and not understanding they weren't interested in a self-absorbed dickwad who thought he was the baddest man on the planet. That had led to him trying to cross several lines with them and had ultimately been what got him expelled, and had arguably been the biggest push in turning them into women who absolutely would not, under any circumstances, “belong” to anybody for any reason unless they willingly allowed it.

It made their skin crawl that nothing about Stryker seemed to change from high school, but even back then he just radiated that stupid aura of “peaked in high school” and clung to whatever that said about him like it made him important.

Stryker: So... how about I get to know you ladies a little better? Unless, of course, you want to keep hearing all about me.

Gina: Yeah... no, we actually need to use the bathroom.

Gia: The drinks this place serves really go right through you.

The twins began to stand up, but Stryker quickly moved in and grabbed Gina by the shoulder, trying to force her back into her seat.

Stryker: Now hold your horses there. You think I don't know a smartass ploy to give me the slip? Y'all ain't the first to try that, but you're gonna sit those plump little asses down and...

Stryker didn't get to finish before Gia caught him right on the corner of his mouth with a roundhouse kick, sending him to the floor and immediately bringing a halt to the music and the dancing as wide, freaked out eyes all stared at the scene unfolding before them. Stryker slowly pulled himself up, blood trickling from his mouth as he looked down and saw that his gold tooth had been knocked out. He just chuckled and licked the gap left behind in such a creepy fashion that Gia & Gina wanted to puke.

Stryker: Not a bad kick, little lady. But that was a big fucking mistake on your part, I hope you know that.

Gia: Says the creep who doesn't understand that we aren't interested and that's the end of that!

Gina: Seriously dude, you're not the hardass you think you are. You're just some sick fuck obsessed with feeling like you need to always be in control, and we don't dance with that. Got it?

Stryker just stares at them as he pulls himself back to his feet, as if he's really analyzing them. After what feels like way too long, though, he just bursts out into full blown laughter, and not the kind Gia & Gina like to hear when they're combining sex appeal with clown antics back at Cirque du Sins.

Stryker: Well holy shit... I thought there was something mighty familiar about you two. Something about your voices was ringing a bell I just couldn't quite place. The new looks are definitely doing it for you though, S...

Gina: We actually go by Gina & Gia now.

Gia: And we put everything from the past behind us to start over... including you, Stryker.

Gina: Seriously, how hard is it to actually show a woman respect instead of thinking you can act like some grade A psycho cowboy and panties will just drop for you?

Gia: Here's a hot tip for you, “partner”: if panties drop in fear of you, you probably belong in jail.

Stryker: You two have certainly gotten a lot mouthier since high school... I liked you better when you were all...

Stryker doesn't even finish his thought before he lunges for the twins, but Gia sidesteps while Gina rolls back onto the table and uses it to vault over him, her ass knocking off his hat and briefly pushing down on the back of his head enough that it redirects him facefirst into the table. He quickly recovers, snarling like a feral animal as he tries to grab at either twin, if not trip them to the floor, but Gia & Gina moved with flexibility and grace as they cartwheel and contort to keep from letting him touch them.

Stryker: Hold still, bitches, and just let me...

Stryker is cut off as his punch is blocked by Gina before she kicks him in the sternum, knocking him back. She drops to all fours as Gia runs and vaults off of her before twisting and slamming her ass into his face like a meteor, sending him tumbling over the table. The twins help each other up and are surprised to hear cheers coming from the rest of the club-goers. A few whistles and hoots and hollers were no surprise given the sisters were hot as hell, but it felt like those cheers were a “thank you” from a bunch of people who seemed like they'd been terrified of Stryker for quite some time.

Stryker: Alright, I've just about had enough of this fuckery!

The club went silent again as the click of a gun being cocked echoed throughout the space, and Gia & Gina found their jaws dropping in a bad way as Stryker stood up, a silver revolver at the ready and aimed at the two of them, an absolutely unhinged look in his eyes as he slowly closed the distance, but not enough that either of the twins could try anything.

Stryker: You two have always been a pain in the ass, thinking you're so much better than everybody else.

Gia: Well, we are, but that's got nothing to do with your attitude.

Gina: Or the way you treat people like they're your property to use and abuse.

Stryker: Quiet! Give me an excuse to pull this here trigger, I dare you.

Gia & Gina just stared him down, his grin growing more twisted and wild by the second. Finally, they slowly raised their arms.

Stryker: See, now that wasn't so hard, was it? Here's what's gonna happen: you two are gonna come with me, and we're gonna make up for so much lost time without the two of you acting like you're too good for me.

Stryker kept droning on and on, but Gia & Gina tuned out his self-absorbed threats and exchanged looks, silently communicating as Gia seemed to have a plan to get out of this mess, as the Glimmer Sisters always did.

Stryker: Now, shall we get going, ladies?

Gia: Actually... why not get the party started here?

With the most innocent smile she could muster right now, Gia's arms slowly lowered... and she began to undo her bikini top. This seemed to pique Stryker's interest immensely as she undid the strings until the top fell to the floor, giving him and everyone at the club full view of her bountiful breasts. It was clear a lot of the other club-goers wanted to cheer, but they tempered their enthusiasm as long as Stryker still wielded his revolver.

That, thankfully, wasn't going to be an issue for too much longer.

As Stryker literally began drooling at the sight of Gia's bare breasts, the loss of focus was all Gina needed to strike. She stepped forward and threw a roundhouse kick that knocked the gun out of Stryker's hand, and before he could snap out of his lust-induced stupor, Gina rotated and clocked him right on the jaw with a nasty spin kick. Stryker remained standing for a moment, dazed, until he fell backwards like a redwood, head smacking off the edge of the table before he hit the floor, out like a light.

The cheers that erupted from the other people in the club were almost deafening as Gia retrieved her bikini top and put it back on, with Gina stepping over to nudge Stryker with her foot to make absolutely sure he was out like a light.

Gina: Fucking psycho pig never grew up.

Gina then turned to her twin.

Gina: You alright?

Gia: Of course! And now we can finally get back to a night of dancing and drinking before we go shake ass and kick ass in a wrestling ring this weekend.

Gina: After we probably have to deal with the cops.

Gia: Right... ugh, why does this asshole always have to ruin everything he touches by being a crazy cowboy?

It wouldn't be long before the police would arrive and the twins would be grilled by them, though accounts from other people and Stryker's own awful reputation pretty much meant they were let off the hook because everything they'd done was in self-defense and Stryker had started the whole thing by aggressively trying to force himself into Gina. Once that was all cleared up and Stryker was hauled off, Gia & Gina tried to enjoy their time dancing and drinking, but the night had been utterly ruined by that asshole and it wasn't long before the twins returned to their trailer at the circus.

If nothing else, they at least knew they could have some fun embarrassing and beating the European Fiery Nation on the Rise To Greatness pre-show.

After all, threats of violence from a pair of insane extreme-loving wrestlers who were probably hoping for a fight was nothing compared to an actual psychopath who was clearly willing to kill so long as he got his way because he thought he was just that damn important.

*~*~*~*

While it's been no secret that the Glimmer Sisters are performers for Cirque du Sins, we've never really gotten a proper glimpse of that on SCW television... until now, at least. We open up to find ourselves in the center ring of a rather... unique circus tent. Yeah, the tent itself looks normal, but it's hard to ignore the various acts that move past our gaze that definitely look like “rated R” takes on traditional circus acts, like skimpily-dressed clowns covered in various substances of potentially questionable origin or a lion tamer and his lion... who is very clearly a woman dressed in a very provocative lioness outfit that might be awakening some deeper fetish within you that you never knew about. The stars we're here to see, however, are soon revealed to us as the spotlights flicker on high above, leaving us looking up at Gia & Gina Glimmer. Stuffed into leotards in their signature shades of teal and green, though calling them leotards might be generous considering the backs disappear between their juicy cheeks like any good thong and the fronts are clearly missing some chest pieces. The twins don't seem too bothered at knowing this is probably the first time they'll be truly censored for SCW broadcast, but they seem only mildly annoyed at best with that knowledge. As far as they're concerned right now, they're in their element, balanced perfectly on the tightrope high above as they grin down at us and even teasingly motion for us to come closer. As we begin to rise to meet them up top, they move to stand back to back (and butt to butt) as they pose for us, still perfectly balanced.

Gia: Hey Gina.

Gina: Yeah Gia?

Gia: Are you ready to Rise To Greatness?

Gina: Hmm... nah. But I think everyone is ready to Rise To Glimmer. What do you guys think?

Gina winks to the camera as we hear audible cheering from the freaky and sexy circus performers below, clearly showing support for their fellow performers. Gia just grins even more as she intentionally slips off the tightrope, only to catch herself in a seated position without actually losing her balance... with the added benefit of her impressive ass hanging off the tightrope and looking even more impressive while her pixelated breasts are clearly giving SCW's censors a workout. Gina just rolls her eyes and licks her lips before flipping back into a reverse handstand on the tightrope before gently lowering herself into a similar seated position.

Gia: Look guys, we get it. We're still new meat, even if we're the juiciest meat anybody's ever laid eyes upon, and there's a lot of losers who want to argue that we haven't proven ourselves yet. Like... hello? 3-0? Undefeated? Just beat the team that's being given another shot at tag team gold?

Gina: I hate to say it SCW, but my sister's right. I know there's a lot of people on this roster who are clearly set in their ways and don't know a good thing when they see it, but putting Gia and I on the pre-show? Seriously? I think the only acceptable excuse is that you're that desperate for last second ticket sales that you believe putting us on first will draw in the crowds.

Gia: I mean... it's not a bad idea. We're definitely a much better experience than waiting in line just to get an autograph from someone who, regardless of what they're rocking between their legs, just doesn't hold a candle to us. Plus, we can definitely promise much more than just an autograph.

Gia winks and giggles as Gina just snickers at her sister's offer.

Gia: OK, we're willing to accept that maybe there is a method to the madness of denying Rise To Glimmer beyond being a pre-show treat... but expecting us to put up with some team of Eurotrash? You really couldn't have done a little better, SCW? Maybe pitted us against that hunky actor and his son instead of the Hollywood wannabes we embarrassed in our very first match?

Gina: We probably would've had to add this win to our resume at some point anyway, sis. I mean, Dakoff and Ludpig love making sure everybody knows they're the only “real” tag team because they'll only fight as a tag team. Never mind the fact that Gia and I have only fought as a team up to this point as well, but... can you really say that we aren't a team in every match we'd ever have, no matter how it's booked?

Gia: Careful, sis, you're probably going to give them an aneurysm from thinking too hard about how they think they can actually stop us. I mean, listening to them lay it out sounds like a caveman eagerly banging his club against a rock while going “ME BIG BRUTE, ME SMASH YOU, ME MAKE YOU BLOODY STAIN!”

Gia falls back, her legs perfectly catching the tightrope with the back of her knees as she playfully beats her exposed chest like a gorilla, laughing hysterically at the act she's putting on that's probably got SCW's censors begging her to stop once they get a hold of this footage.

Gina: Look guys, we get it. You think you've got this match in the bag, you're threatening us with extreme violence while thinking we might not be as good as we've proven thus far... honestly, a lot of this sounds like a rehash of the shit the Shinigami Foundation had to spew at us a few weeks ago, and I think we all know who's hot asses won that match. Here's a hint: you're looking at them.

Gina proceeds to mirror her twin now, falling back and letting the back of her knees leave her hanging from the tightrope, the two of them even shaking their ample asses a bit as they hang upside down for our entertainment.

Gia: Real talk though boys: how do you expect to beat us when it's clear that despite all your babbling about being the only “real” tag team around, you guys aren't even on the same page? At least one of you realizes the slice of heaven we have to offer courtesy of these bakeries.

Gia punctuates her statement with a smack of her ass... then a smack of her sister's ass for good measure.

Gina: Dakoff... yeah, I know that's not your name, and I don't care... do us a favor and quit lying to yourself. We can tell by the look on your face that we're your sexual fantasy come to life and while your pal Ludpig is at least honest about it, repressing your urges isn't healthy, nor is thinking that you can get hardcore with us and think that'll change anything. Hell, we're even willing to agree to a rule change and go hardcore if it'll help you two feel better, because like I said, it's not changing how this match is ending.

Gia: But hey, if it means Dakoff can go home to whatever flat ugly board he thinks is his wife and act like getting his ass kicked by us wasn't the greatest moment of his life, then that's his loss for settling. At least Ludpig will entertain us until we get bored of using him like a lifesized toy. Like my twin said though, boys... you want to change the rules and make this a hardcore match? We're down. We're not afraid of you, and we'll gladly prove it and still kick your asses while making you kiss ours to make Rise To Glimmer our personal statement.

Gina: Maybe the sight of us using your blood as bodypaint is the turn-on you've been waiting for... nothing's off limits to us, boys, just as long as you understand that no matter how this plays out, the Glimmer Sisters are the ones who always come out on top.

Gia: Take that however you want, but do yourselves a favor and just accept that we're the superior team either way. Maybe that'll make this loss an easier load to swallow.

Gina: So, SCW, we hope you enjoy the show. Rise To Glimmer is live this Saturday night in Houston, Texas, and we promise that even with Dakoff and Ludpig trying to spoil our fun, this is very much going to be worth the price of admission.

With that, the Glimmer Sisters swing their bodies until they can somersault off the tightrope to grab it with their hands, but instead of pulling themselves back up onto the wire, they decide the last shot we deserve to see of them until Saturday is one that's reminiscent of their ring entrance, one leg from each sister trying to sensually wrap itself around the other as they hang their, semi-naked and unafraid of anything the European Fiery Nation has to threaten them with. A few winks and sensual licking of their lips later, and we finally cut away knowing that Dakoff and Ludpig- I mean, Dakon and Ludvig have been left with a lot to think about.