Xander Valentine & Selena Frost vs. The Glimmer Sisters

[Kemal Yilmaz]

SCW World Tag Team Championship

4 RP Limit for tag

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, February 3, 2026**

[SnowQueenSCW]

Scars of a Fascade

”Homeward Bound”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
January 28th, 2026
4:30pm

Selena Frost watched the city from the highest window in the Eyrie Tower, the late-January light flattening Manhattan into a cold, glittering map beneath her. From this height, the noise didn’t reach her. Just glass and sky and the faint reflection of her own face staring back at her like a stranger...

Behind her, the castle-penthouse was in motion—boxes scraping against marble floors, the low hum of voices, the occasional bark as Oberon trotted after someone, his version of ‘helping’. The suite had always been too big for just one person, but Selena had insisted on staying here after the split anyway. Fitting for a Queen? No, that wasn’t it. Punishment, maybe. Or penance. Or habit. She wasn’t sure anymore. It just had seemed proper. Exiled to the skies like she had been exiled to the cold back in Nome.

Back where I belong...

That... hadn’t been the case these last set of months. She had to admit, having Deanna and the children and Oberon, and now Midna there... it hadn’t felt like exile. It had felt like a never-ending wave of nostalgia. A taste of what was. No longer an empty home, but filled once more with a family. She had almost forgotten what that was like before the fire.

Now? It was all going to go away again. Today, the castle was being emptied, much like her heart was feeling.

She would still live here, she knew this — but Deanna and the kids were moving back to the ‘Forever Home’. Back to Manhattan. Back to the place Selena no longer felt she had the right to step into without permission.

She pressed her palm to the glass. Platinum hair fell loose over her shoulder, catching the light. She had no idea how she was going to survive the next few days. Not only did she have to go through with this, the moving out of her family and emptying of her castle into an abyss, but she was heading into the weekend with... everything against her. True, she was finally getting her hands on the damned Glimmer Sisters, but when would Xander snap? When would he turn on her and take her out? The man was dangerous and strong, yet as intelligent as a gorilla. He didn’t see how taking the tag-titles off of them was the greatest way to hurt them. No, he just wanted to smash and smash and didn’t care if he disqualified himself, and thus Selena, long as he just hurt someone. That was always his problem.

He could have just gotten the world title back from James Evans had he challenged him to a singles match with his Trios. Instead, he had made a glorified handicap match against himself.
He could have kept it him against Selena at RTG. Instead, he had focused more on her and taken Cid Turner lightly.

The past year was littered with opportunities that the man had squandered just because he had chosen the dumbest path and options rather than the ‘greater good’. In short, he was a liability – a loose cannon that would cost Selena more than she desired to spend on this stupid war with the Glimmer Sisters...

“Mom!”

Elsianna’s voice cut through the room, sharp and certain and always familiar. Selena closed her eyes for a second, as if to centre herself, before turning around. She was always on edge with her oldest daughter – not like she was with enemies like Xander Valentine or Asher Hayes or Josh Hudson or Cid Turner – No. That ‘edge’ was trying to anticipate their next move. For someone like Cid, the old “attacking from behind with the title” was beyond obvious at this point, but a loose cannon like Xander? She had no idea.

But neither of them was Elsianna. The trepidation the Snow Queen was out of saying the wrong words. Her relationship with her daughter had slowly deteriorated over the years since Selena had taken on the ‘villain’ role within SCW and only recently, had said relationship begun to form some kind of repair. It was slow and small – bit by bit like rebuilding the ‘Forever House’ – and Selena was terrified that the slightest move or mistake could topple it. Still, she did all she could to maintain her calm exterior as her eldest stood near the doorway, white hair pulled back into a messy braid, blue eyes identical to Selena’s and just as unyielding.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes.” the young girl said. A statement – not a request. “Mom said to tell you.”
Biting her lower lip, Selena nodded. “Thank you.”

Elsianna lingered, clearly unsatisfied with such a response. Her gaze flicked to the half-packed shelves, the banners from old pay-per-views still rolled and tucked away, the framed photos she refused to take down. One in particular—Selena embracing Deanna (who stood on one side of the barricade beside the SCW ring while Selena stood on the other) after a title win years ago—caught Elsianna’s attention.

“You’re not coming with us.” Elsianna observed.
Selena swallowed. “I… not tonight.”
Elsianna’s jaw tightened. “You never do.” she said under her breath.

Ignoring the sting, Selena opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, however, David ran past them both, soccer ball under his arm, Oberon chasing him with joyful determination.

“I’m gonna score a goal in the new backyard!” David shouted. “Bet you five bucks, Mom!”
Selena snorted despite herself. “You don’t have five bucks.”
David grinned. “Exactly! And I could use it!”

He disappeared down the hall, laughter echoing. Amiliah followed at a slower pace, clutching a paint-splattered sketchbook to her chest, Midna the kitten perched awkwardly on her shoulder like a tiny shadow.

“Bye, Mama!” Amiliah said softly, stopping only for a second to throw her free arm around Selena in a quick hug, Midna giving a soft ‘meow!’ in as well. Reaching the elevator where David had disappeared, she stopped for a moment before turning and waving to the taller platinum-blonde. “I drew you something. I’ll give it to you later.”

Later... Selena nodded, her throat catching, afraid her voice wouldn’t hold enough for her to speak her understanding. How much later do I actually have?

She wasn’t entirely sure. The deadline loomed... less than six months left. Six months down – six to go – and she still wasn’t convinced that there was any other way. Deanna had certainly tried. Had driven herself to so much more training and working – striving to prove to Selena that the Snow Queen’s ideals of integrity and virtue were not dead within SCW. That they could live on despite the hardships and the opinions of others. All that mattered was believing in what S-C-W truly stood for and what those words truly meant.

She’s fighting a losing battle... Selena sighed, no spark of such hope within her. Deanna’s road was far rosier than her own. She had been thrust into a prestigious tournament right out of the gate. But Selena? Held back and lied to and mislead and cheated time and time again, all with the same damn words for an answer. “Earn it...”

She hated those words more and more with each passing day. With the latest victory of Fatal Fortunes, Selena’s winning streak was somewhere around 6-7 matches in a row – the SAME number Glory Braddock had boasted AND been rewarded a world title shot for.

And yet...

Earn it... She felt her jaw clench. Syren had won ONE match to get her world title shot – given a number one contender match against a woman that had lost a number of matches in recent history. Where was her ‘number one contender match for the world title’? Where was her ‘world title match’ for winning so many matches in a row? Did the rules/rewards only work when CHBK wanted them to and NEVER when it involved her?

Of course it did! Selena felt the growl under her throat. This whole sham of a tag-team title match with the Glimmers was proof of that! The old bastard could have easily thrown her into a handicap match with the Glimmers like her had with her against the EFN, but then the risk of her winning the titles and humiliating the Glimmers had obviously stayed the bias-bastard’s hand. So he had come up with more ways to hold her back, more excuses to make. And that didn’t even touch the obvious BS that had been Fatal Fortunes!

Does he really think I’d cash in on Deanna?!

Shaking her head in frustration, Selena turned her head upwards towards the figure that still stood there. Elsianna hadn’t moved.

“What is it?” Selena asked quietly, tilting her head to the side.
The young girl merely sighed. “I still don’t know what I was thinking.” she eyed her taller mother. “You used to be my hero.”

Selena felt it, no less painful than the other times she had heard it, and let it settle in her ribs, heavy and familiar. “I know.” she answered quietly.

“You were good,” Elsianna continued, eyes burning. “Not just in wrestling. You were… just ‘good’. And now everyone hates you, and you don’t even care.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Elsianna snapped. “You cheat. You hurt people. You say awful things. And everyone cheers when Mom wins instead of you. Can’t you tell the difference?”

Selena let the silence stretch. She deserved this. Every word. “And what good would ‘caring’ too much do me? I can care until it hurts and I do, Elsianna. But they aren’t going to change. They won’t stop hating me no matter what good thing I did – or did you miss me saving Xander’s ass last time? Nope. Nobody cared. Still evil. Still bad-Selena. I could literally save a baby from a burning building, they’d just say I’m the one that started the fire – with no proof but when has common sense every been used by them? Wouldn’t matter! I’d still be hated and held back by that old bastard. Nothing would change no matter how hard I try! So I’m... I’m trying to fix everything the only way I can.”

Elsianna shook her head at the verbal onslaught. “Then why is mom able to do it?”

Selena felt her jaw clench. “Your mom hasn’t been doing this enough to see them all turn on her. To be painted as something you never wished to be because of a stupid opinion! To want forgiveness but no one will give it to you!”

Shaking her head, Selena gave a long inhale and exhale – an attempt to calm her nerves. “Whether you love me or hate me.” she spoke slowly at last. “I’m still your mother.”

Elsianna shook her head. “Well... mom’s my hero now.” Then she turned and walked away with that finality, her steps echoing louder in Selena’s ears than it should have. She stood there long after the footsteps faded, her mind racing.

It didn’t last long as more movement was heard, this time as Deanna Frost moved around the kitchen, surrounded by boxes labelled in her neat handwriting.

HOME
DAVID’S ROOM
ELSIANNA’S ROOM
AMILIAH’S ROOM
KITCHEN—FRAGILE!

Selena lost track of how many boxes there were in the room, but her eyes were more taken by the red Flash that zipped around the space. Deaana was wearing one of Selena’s old hoodies, sleeves pushed up, dark-red hair a simply ponytail that seemed to have difficulty staying put.

She looked nervous.

Not the kind of nervous that came before a match — Deanna had learned from Selena how to mask that — but the quieter kind. Selena could see that in the way Deanna zipped around, double-checking and triple-checking everything, in the way she bit her lower lip, and in the way she kept adjusting the ring on her finger – a ring that wasn’t there anymore...

“The movers are ready.” Deanna said when she noticed Selena. “They’ll be back up to take this last load down.”

Selena nodded. “Okay.”

The two stood there, awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. They had been able to grow so much closer, partially out of habit, partially out of love, and partially out of necessity as Deanna and the children had had to live here while the ‘Forever Home’ was being repaired. But now? Now Deanna didn’t have to stay here... she didn’t want to stay here.

The silence asked a singular question in both of their minds. So where does that leave us?

Deanna broke first. She always did.

“I’m excited.” she admitted, smiling too wide. “God, I missed our house. The stairs creak, and the back door sticks, and I swear the hallway smells like old books no matter what you do, but it’s ours. It finally feels like we’re… going back.”

Selena leaned against the counter, trying to ignore how her heart leapt at the words ‘we’ and ‘we’re’. She means her and the children... she reminded herself. “You deserve that.” she said aloud.

Deanna’s smile faltered, as if she could read the Snow Queen with ease. “I mean you too, Selena.”
“I’m not married to you.”

The words landed between them, sharp.

Deanna inhaled slowly. “Not yet.”

Again, Selena felt her stupid heard skip a beat, causing her to look away. The kitchen window reflected them side by side, like they used to be. Like they still were the couple of SCW – still so happily in love - if you squinted hard enough...

“I don’t think I belong there anymore,” Selena said. “That house… it’s full of ghosts. Of who we were. And I’m not—”

“Don’t,” Deanna said, firmer now. “Don’t decide that for me. Or for the kids.”

Selena turned her head to meet the redhead’s emerald eyes. Emerald green, fierce and afraid all at once.

“I’m scared.” Deanna admitted, voice dropping. “About the tournament. The semifinals. One loss and it’s over, minx.” she whispered. “All of it. The title, the streak, the respect… I keep thinking people will forget me the second I stumble. And it’s...” once more, eyes flew to Selena’s. “And it’s the same with you.”

“You’re undefeated.” Selena tried. “You’re the Adrenaline Champion.”
“And you’re the number one contender,” Deanna replied softly.

That was the other thing hanging between them.

Selena’s jaw tightened. SCW had a twisted sense of humor. The woman they loved versus the woman they loved to hate. The hero and the villain. Wife against ex-wife. And somewhere in the mess, a title belt waiting to be fought over like a prize neither of them wanted to take from the other.

“I hate that they’re doing this to us.” Selena finally said. “To you.”

Deanna gave a mere shrug, followed by a laugh without humor. “Might not even matter after this weekend.” She returned her gaze to the platinum-blonde. “What about the Glimmer Sisters?”

Selena scoffed. “Disrespectful little—” She stopped herself and exhaled. “I’ll handle it. Even if Xander gets in my way.”

Deanna winced. “I...” she tried to find the right words but it was clearly difficult. “I don’t think he’s that bad now. He did help me at Fatal Fortunes.”

Selena rolled her eyes at that. “He’s my archnemesis.” she added flatly. “The man who tried to end my career twice.”

Silence settled again, heavier this time. But it didn’t last forever as Deanna stepped closer to the taller woman. “Selena… whatever you think of yourself right now—whatever the fans chant, whatever character SCW wants you to play—you’re still… you. And I still—”

She stopped, fear flickering across her face. Selena felt the familiar urge rise. To push away. To keep the distance. To make the ending easier when July came and everything finally went quiet.

“I need to go.” Selena said abruptly with a sigh.
Deanna nodded, swallowing disappointment. “Okay.”

They stood there, inches apart, neither crossing the gap.

“I’ll see you after the finals?” Deanna offered. “Maybe… dinner?”
Selena hesitated. Then nodded. “Maybe.”

“Maybe I...” The redhead stopped herself, the automatic response of years playing a hand. “I want to say it...” she spoke sadly.

It was the first time today Selena allowed a smile to grace her features. “Go ahead.”

Deanna smiled, hopeful despite everything as she wrapped her arms around Selena’s neck. “Maybe I love you.” she whispered, her heart meaning every syllable.
“Maybe I love you, too.” Selena replied, letting Deanna pull her down for an honest, full kiss, so familiar and yet... it felt so rare in that moment.

Which hurt most of all...
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Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
January 28th, 2026
5:30pm

Selena still wasn’t sure when the decision had been made in her head.

There hadn’t been a declaration.
No dramatic turn.
No last look back at the Eyrie Tower as the sun dipped behind steel and glass.
Just a moment – some quiet, unremarkable moment — where she’d picked up her coat, followed Deanna to the elevator, and said nothing when the doors closed with her in said elevator!

Now she stood in the kitchen of the ‘Forever Home’, a half-open box at her feet, surrounded by the familiar sounds of the house settling around them like a deep breath. The place smelled the same. Old books. Lemon cleaner. Something faintly wooden and warm beneath it all. Ghosts, she’d called them—but ghosts didn’t feel this solid under her fingers. Part of her had to credit the builders – the fact they had made the house so identical to what it had been before the fire... she was impressed!

“Plates go there.” Deanna remarked, pointing with her elbow as she carried another box in. “Unless you want to argue about cabinet space again.”

Selena huffed a short laugh. “I never argued, pet. I educated!”
“Sure you did.” Deanna replied, grinning despite herself and even sticking her tongue out a little. “Well, educate yourself on where the plates go!”

David’s laughter echoed from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable thump of a soccer ball hitting a wall and Elsianna’s sharp reprimand of ‘No playing soccer inside!’. Amiliah sat cross-legged in the living room, sketchbook open, Midna batting at a loose ribbon while Oberon supervised with great seriousness despite his white, poofy face!

It was chaos. It was loud. It was… full.

With a knowing sigh, Selena slid a stack of plates into the cabinet Deanna had indicated, her movements careful, deliberate. Like if she went slow enough, the moment wouldn’t realize she was here and, thus, fall apart.

She still wasn’t sure why she’d come.

Guilt, maybe? Habit? A love that she hadn’t learned how to shut off? Or fear of what the castle would feel like tonight once the echoes finally set in...

Deanna brushed past her, close enough that their shoulders and arms touched. She paused, then leaned back slightly, offering a kind smile until she was suddenly on her tiptoes to kiss Selena’s cheek, her happiness apparent.

“You don’t have to stay.” she said quietly. Not pushing. Not pleading. Just honest. “I don’t want you upset.”
“I know,” Selena replied. And yet she didn’t move.

Another box was opened. Books shelved. A crooked picture frame straightened. Somewhere between hanging Amiliah’s drawings on the fridge and arguing about where the couch should go, the tension in Selena’s chest eased just a fraction – little by little – until she was breathing rather well. She caught Deanna watching her at one point, emerald eyes soft but searching.

“What?” Selena asked.
“Nothing,” Deanna said. “But since you asked, I’m just… glad we’re all here again.”
Selena didn’t trust her voice enough to answer.

It was almost a relief when the knock came suddenly. Sharp. Firm. Three deliberate raps against the front door. Relief for a second, but the rapping seemed off... too sharp... too firm as Selena played it over in her mind.

Hearing it too, Deanna frowned. “Were you expecting someone?”
Selena slowly shook her head, a strange prickle crawling up the back of her neck. “Considering I wasn’t planning on coming here until the literal last second? No. You?”

The shake of Deanna’s head caused Selena’s nerves to fire off alarms. Another knock. Harder this time.

David’s footsteps thundered on the stairs. “I’ll get it!”
“No,” Selena said quickly—too quickly. “I’ll—”

Too late. The front door opened.

“Probably just the neighbourhood welcoming us back!” Deanna reasoned as she and Selena, despite her words, rushed towards the door, the dread barely held back though they had no idea what they had to dread. “Or maybe Gerda! Or the Grays! Or-”

Her voice dropped as the door opened fully by David’s hands.

Silence followed. Thick. Heavy. Selena stepped into the hallway, her pulse already racing before she saw him.

Leather jacket. Cold eyes. That familiar, infuriating smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly what kind of damage he’d just walked into.

“Well well well...” Xander Valentine drawled, gaze flicking past Selena, taking in the house, the noise, the life. “This is cozy.”

Selena felt Deanna come up behind her.

“…Xander?” Deanna said, confusion edging her voice.

Xander’s grin widened as his eyes locked onto Selena’s.

“Hey Deanna... Snow Queen.” he said casually to them both. “Hope I’m not interrupting family night.”

The door remained open.

No one moved. And Selena realized, far too late, that she had been right all along. I should have stayed in the castle...

[Glimmer]

When it came to a brand new year, Gia & Gina Glimmer refused to set goals or have any expectations looming over their heads.

Such things were relics of their past lives, and ones they were more than happy to leave behind for good.

As far as they were concerned, the idea of new year's resolutions was stupid and only for people who felt there was actually something they needed to improve upon. Were there things the twins could probably have going their way a little more? Absolutely, but they weren't going to go around sharing such things so openly. After all, if there was ever a moment where the Glimmers weren't grinning and gloating about how they were always steps ahead of everybody else, then the door would be open for people to hunt for any weakness that could be used to make them feel useless, or perhaps gain any sort of control over them.

Kinky BDSM fun was one thing, but Gia & Gina were not anybody's to control, no matter what some out there probably thought or hoped.

That had probably been one of the biggest reasons why the one issue they'd probably cave and make a resolution for pissed them off so much.

What happened on New Year's Eve still rattled around in their skulls like the bullet that could have very well destroyed everything they'd worked so hard to build themselves into, and it made one thing crystal clear: for as smart as manipulative as he was, Antonio wouldn't think twice about letting the likes of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia, SCW, and anybody else be left trying to pick up the pieces and explain what happened if he felt wronged enough to jump straight to ending lives. So long as he had the last laugh at the end of the day, he was a man who would get one over on you by any means necessary, and the harder you pushed back and kept him from his supposedly inevitable victory, the farther things would escalate.

While Gia & Gina knew that Antonio was a very dangerous and unstable man way too high on his own ego to really give a fuck about anybody else, up until that night, they had always believed Antonio would never dare cross that line because it would have the police knocking on his doorstep and dismantling his entire illicit empire right before his very eyes. Maybe if the twins had just been the raunchy stars of the sluttiest big top in all the land and that was it, this could've been a whole different story. But wrestling for SCW, being its tag team champions, practically being the reason the ratings constantly spiked through the ceiling whenever they strutted their sexy asses onto TV screens across the globe? Logically, that should've made them bulletproof.

In retrospect, either the twins had underestimated just how far Antonio would go at the drop of a dime, or they had gotten a little too cocky after going so long being able to somehow work virtually every situation they found themselves in to their favor, even against all odds.

Still, they had learned their lesson that night, just as they had also learned just how far some people in SCW would go just to try and stop them. Technically, the twins (Gia specifically if you really wanted to get anal about it) had finally tasted defeat... but it took Xander Valentine swallowing his pride and helping Selena's wife to do it, which also denied Gia the chance to add more gold to the Glimmer camp. Interestingly enough, Xander didn't turn right around and pull a repeat performance in helping Amelia Nevado as Gina happily messed with her, nor was there any effort to stop them from clowning on some new guy and that weirdo who complains about social media out in the parking lot the very next week.

Even still, the twins considered Fatal Fortunes an overall win, especially considering there was a moment in time where they almost wouldn't have been able to actually make it.

Gina: I still can't believe Antonio fucking lost it like that.

Gia: I can't believe I'm not doing this with a belt covering each tit. That big bitch is getting put out to pasture this weekend.

Gina: Funny how quickly you moved on from the fact that a psychopathic loan shark tried to put a bullet between your eyes.

Gia: Moved on? Hell no! But nobody needs to know that so I'm going to complain about something just as relevant instead.

The one benefit to a lot of the twins' acts for Cirque du Sins was the fact that they were often so high up that they could freely chat away and nobody would catch a word of what they were talking about. If anything, all the horny freaks putting their asses in seats would see their lips moving and probably imagine they were saying all sorts of dirty, kinky, downright filthy things while they danced and flipped about on the tightrope without a care in the world. It did make the act all the more impressive all the same, given that this was normally something you'd devote absolute focus to if you didn't want to fall and ruin the show, let alone break something if the safety net didn't hold.

Lucian: How about that folks? Bloody good shit, right? Just imagine what those sinful sisters could be saying right about now... bet your imagination's running wild and your goddamn pants are ready to be replaced, huh mates?

The crowd for today's show were more than happy to lose their shit in response, especially when Gia backflipped and contorted her body so her toes joined her hands and chin in balancing on the tightrope while her spine was bent in a perfect C-shape, leading to Gina using her sister's ass for her own handstand into a wide upside-down split that then gave way to a little bit of twerking, as a treat. This, combined with the Glimmers' seductive gazes looking down on all of them like these people had to earn the right to get their attention, only amped up the crowd even more, impressed by the absurd display of balance and acrobatics and absolutely horny for everything else on display.

Lucian raised the mic to his lips once more, ready to call an end to the twins' act, but he was cut off by an even louder roar from the fans. The ringmaster looked confused for a moment until he turned his gaze up to his star act... and about had a heart attack on the spot in the best way when a pair of tights landed right on his face. Whose were they? Who cares, especially when another pair followed suit, followed by tops, and we're pretty sure you get the point. Eventually, Gia & Gina are standing naked and proud on the tightrope, blowing kisses to the audience before they do backflips in stereo to lead into practically straddling the wire like cowgirls, a pair of sensual, unashamed moans echoing out and driving every paying customer absolutely mad.

Lucian: Holy... holy shit... well, that's one way to beat this fucking desert heat, am I right mates?

The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they finished up the improvised addition to their routine, leaving those fans practically begging to swarm the center ring and form a human ladder just so the twins could climb down on them. It did put Lucian in an interesting spot to wrap up the show a tiny bit later than planned, but as far as they were concerned?

Sex sells, and business couldn't be better.

Gina: Did you see how quickly these Phoenix fucks creamed their jeans when we started stripping up there?

Gia: Maybe we should've invited Amelia and her wife so they could get an uncensored view of your boobs. Ooh, or Selena's wife as a present for being the first to 'beat' either one of us... probably could show her a few things that snow cunt could never pull off in the bedroom.

Gina: Oh, are we playing homewrecker now? Or just inserting ourselves into marriages so both partners know what it's like to have a little more spice to liven things up?

Gia: Hey, we'd ask for consent first. It'd be rude not to.

Lucian: What in the absolute bloody fucking hell was all that now!?

With their routine over and no plans for any Lust Ticket fun times (mostly because despite being winter, Arizona was still so hot anybody would literally sweat their balls off), Gia & Gina had descended from their tightrope platform without a stitch of clothing to hide the heat they were rocking, mostly because they had tried to bury Lucian in them for their own amusement. Unsurprisingly, their pudgy ringmaster had almost immediately hunted them down before they got too far, holding the pair of tights that had turned into an impromptu addition to his top hat... though neither twin made a move to reclaim them, not that Lucian seemed too keen on coughing them back up just yet.

Gia: What? You didn't like our little last second addition to the show Lucy?

Lucian: If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be pitching my own bloody 'big top' if you know what I mean, now would I?

Gina: Gross. Also, you really can't blame us when Phoenix is so hot Gia and I could collect sweat in our cleavage and probably bottle it to sell to some horny basement dwellers for a few extra bucks.

Gia: Speaking of sweaty and gross... how the hell have you not keeled over yet wearing that getup?

Gia motions to the fact that Lucian is donning his usual ringmaster attire, and between that and the fact that he was an obese slob on the best of days, the man literally looked like he had just spent the past few hours in a sauna and not bouncing around the center ring like an oversized slinky.

Lucian: I mean... if you cunts want me to strip right here and now...

???: I don't think anybody wants to see what you're hiding beneath all that blob, Lucy. No offense, of course.

Gia & Gina's disgust at Lucian's proposal immediately disappears at the familiar snarky tone, and as all eyes turn towards its source, the twins have to stop themselves from trying to drape their naked asses over Angel like a pair of feather boas. Despite the bandage still covering his cheek from when Antonio had literally pistol-whipped him with that gaudy revolver of his, he looked to be all smiles as he strutted up to the group fully decked out like he was ready to go work the streets.

Lucian: First off, fucking rude mate. Second, it's bloody good to see you again, Angel.

Gina: How are you doing after... you know...

Angel: Making probably the most suicidal decision of my life to save you sluts? Eh... just another day in my life. Besides, this circus needs those tits and asses you ladies are packing to keep the moolah coming in.

Gia: True, but I don't see what's stopping you from joining us full time Angel. New Year's Eve really proved the three of us are impossible to resist and guaranteed to cause underwear to start hitting the floor.

Angel's smile slowly faded at that as he turned his gaze to the floor, and the twins exchanged concerned looks at whatever Gia may have accidentally caused. Lucian, for his own part, went from being excited about keeping Angel around as a full-time act that wasn't trying to fight with his top stars for the biggest spotlight to biting his bottom lip so hard he drew a bit of blood.

He knew, more than the Glimmers did, that if someone with ties to Antonio was hesitating about something, it was never good news.

Angel: It's tempting, believe me... especially since I still have no idea why the hell you two even went so far out of your way to try and save someone like me. But trust me when I say that you're better off stepping out of this while you have the chance.

Gia: And what the hell is Antonio going to do, huh?

Gina: Pretty sure his ass will be running from the law for at least a good-

Lucian: -nother week at best if we're lucky.

Gia & Gina did a double take at Lucian cutting in on their response, but aside from the fact that he was soaking a handkerchief to try and wipe the obscene amount of sweat from his fat face, there was nothing funny about the tone of his voice or the look of worry he was giving them now.

Lucian: Look ladies, I ain't gonna mince my bloody words here. The fact that you two are alive right now? Really fucking lucky, not a goddamn doubt. But Antonio? He don't run from the feds for very long, yeah? There probably isn't a police department anywhere in this goddamned country he couldn't ruin with blackmail and bribes to clear all his charges because he knows most of those pigs in suits have done business with him without even realizing it.

Angel: Lucian's telling the truth. I've been working for Antonio long enough to see him get busted for something and be right back to running one of his clubs in 24 hours flat as though nothing happened at all. You seem like you might've gone out of your way for god knows whatever reason trying to figure out what dirt he's got on me... now imagine just about anybody recognized as a cop and you'd be smart to know this is your chance to bow out and stop trying to play this game, because next time? You better believe he's going to fucking kill you, end of story.

Gia: So what? We're just supposed to let him keep abusing you?

Angel: Why the fuck do you even care!? I got brought into this circus for the sole purpose of replacing you so Antonio could drag you into his fold! I've been nothing but a dick from the moment we first spoke, for that exact reason! I am literally not worth all this effort you two are putting in because you're just going to throw your lives away over someone who's worthless. This place wouldn't even be alive without you! You have an entire goddamned wrestling company wrapped around your fingers and you're just days away from humiliating probably their two biggest stars of all time! Me? I made my bed a long time ago... so please, just let me lay in it.

Gia opens her mouth to respond, but she pauses as Gina places a hand on her boobs to stop her. Gia looks confused, but Gina proceeds to step forward, sauntering right past an equally confused and very concerned (not to mention painfully aroused considering she's still butt naked) Lucian and moves right up to Angel... before grabbing him by the bra covering his fake tits and pulling him in so they're nose-to-nose.

Gina: No... we're not going to do that. You may think you don't matter Anthony, but Gia and I disagree. You're a goddamn human being at the end of the day, no matter what that asshole tells you! You deserve to live your own life and make your own choices! You showed some real balls when you risked yourself to keep me from watching my sister get her brains blown out... are you seriously going to castrate yourself and go crawling back to that dickhead knowing full well what he's probably going to do to you?

Angel: At least I deserve it!

???: Well, looks like I arrived just in time for the juicy part! You guys are really putting all those boring ass daytime soap operas to shame right now, you know that?

The mounting tension growing between Gina and Angel was shattered by a voice that sounded way too much like it belonged on one of those stupid game shows that old people love to watch and idiots love to attend the tapings for in some vain hope they can be picked to play and win some useless prize. Everyone's attention turned to find a grinning face casually adjusting a three-piece blue pinstriped suit with a bowtie, a sight that honestly had the Glimmers both wanting to just punch this guy already for interrupting.

Angel, however, trembled in Gina's grip, looking like he was on the verge of shitting bricks.

Lucian: Oi mate! Who the bloody fucking hell are you?

???: Oh, you didn't hear? Ahaha... ah, of course not. I suppose my business partner is still getting all his affairs in order after he went and fucked something up on New Year's Eve. Heard you two hot little numbers and his favorite toy all had something to do with it?

Gia: Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something here.

Gina: Seriously, just beat it so we can go back to talking some sense into-

Angel: Vincent...

Gina raised an eyebrow at Angel's borderline horrified utterance.

Gina: You know this wannabe TV host?

Vincent: Wannabe? And to think Antonio wanted you and your tittylicious little twin there to star in some of my movies. I've seen your amateur work and your old OnlyFans stuff, by the way... real slick work ladies. But, no sweat, I'll leave you all be... once I finish collecting what Antonio can't for the month.

It took a moment for those words to process, but once they did in the brain of Lucian Lurid, you'd swear his heart dropped right out of his ass and smashed a hole in the floor.

Lucian: Wait, you're here to collect!?

Vincent: Bingo, got it in one! You can call me Vincent. Like I said, Antonio's a business partner of mine. Provides me a lot of fine pieces of ass that I make into god tier porn stars. Just ask Angel here! Huge fan of all the work Antonio's had him do for me over the years!

Vincent walked up to Angel, completely ignoring the fact that Gina still had him by his bra, and gave him a hearty smack on the back that caused the drag queen to wince and tremble a bit more. That was when Gina let go, stepping back from the guy as he tried to get right in her face with the kind of leer that had her wanting to kick his teeth down his throat.

Lucian: Well mate- uh, Vincent... follow me and I'll get Antonio his loan payment for the month so you can get on with your day.

Vincent: Marvelous.

Vincent chuckled to himself as he followed behind Lucian, the ringmaster sweating even more buckets now as Vincent strutted like he was the cock of the walk. He shot one last wink and grin to the twins before he and Lucian were out of sight, and that's when the lightbulb went off in Gia's head.

Gia: Wait sis, you remember that one director we were looking at? The one that put out the really high budget and high quality pornos we were considering taking our talents to if Lucian didn't stop screwing us on our pay?

Gina: Yeah, I vaguely remember that... you mean to tell me that director is another dickhead doing business with that psychopath?

Angel: Believe me... you sluts dodged a bullet there. Take my word for it: Vincent can be just as fucked up as Antonio is, so do yourselves a favor and don't try to screw with him. Maybe, if you're lucky, even Antonio will leave you alone if you stop trying to help someone who ain't worth helping.

Gia & Gina wanted to say something to that, but Angel was already adjusting his fake tits and turning around to walk off. Where he was heading off to? The twins couldn't tell. All they knew right now, though, is that this shitshow with Antonio ran a lot deeper than they ever could've imagined, and now there was another player in this game they had to account for.

One thing was for sure, though: just like it would be when they danced with Almighty Queen Selena and Big Bad Xander come Sunday night at A Taste of Things to Come, the Glimmers had no intentions of backing down from this challenge, even despite every warning they were given to drop it and walk away.

After all, they were the ones everyone should bow down and kiss the hot round asses of, never the other way around.