06-24-2025, 12:51 PM
If the fat stack of cash he was counting was any indication, then tonight was a very successful show for Cirque du Sins and Lucian Lurid couldn't have looked more disturbing with his giant grin if he tried.
Not that he cared. People paid for the show he was offering, no matter what kind of depravity was included in said show, and money was a comforting presence for his nerves as the month of June crept closer to its end.
Lucian: This might be our best show yet, yeah? And if the twins pull through with a decent cut of their SCW profits once they finally get that paycheck, this nightmare might be over for another month. Thank fucking Christ, I was getting worried this might actually be the end for a tick.
From where he stood backstage, waiting to waltz his somewhat pudgy ass back to the center ring to lead the audience into the next act for tonight, he grinned out at what was going on at this exact moment. The Glimmer Sisters were doing some clown shenanigans tonight, not wearing actual clown makeup but having certainly dolled their faces up a little thicker tonight to go along with the skintight leotards that were struggling to contain their hefty breasts and definitely got devoured by their ass cheeks, and they were currently in the middle of making the simple routine of smashing pies into each other's faces into a sultry show that had several in the audience having to be restrained by security before they left the stands to try and “help” clean the twins off.
Lucian: I don't know how those two can make acting like the biggest, horniest freaks I've ever met into an art form, but there ain't no arguing with good business.
A hint of guilt flashed through Lucian's mind for just a moment as he thought back to some of his interactions with the twins over the past year. Yeah, skimming quite a bit of their paychecks from working for him was scummy, he knew it from the start, but for as much money as Cirque du Sins pulled in, it just wasn't enough anymore between the economy leaving people with not a lot of money to dump into an experience like what he offered and the “moral guardians” trying to infect politics to shut him down because “we need to think of the children” or any overly religious crap that was trying to convince people that the concept of sin could be eliminated entirely if they sanitize the world.
Last he checked, Lucian was pretty sure what they were doing would qualify as “taking the Lord's name in vain” but he couldn't be fucked to even touch a Bible, much less get within 50 feet of a church.
Regardless, business was booming for his circus, but not enough anymore to help dig himself out of the hole he'd stupidly put himself in in desperation years ago, and the twins had been the most vocal about their problems with it. Most performers knew better than to cross Lucian because the “talents” they loved putting on display here could never be used anywhere else, especially not to the degree that his adult circus went to compared to others in this same line of work. Gia & Gina were unique, however, and Lucian had known it the moment he first met them. They had virtually become the centerpiece of his circus overnight, the act that put the most butts in seats, and losing them at this point would effectively be a death sentence for Cirque du Sins... and they knew it.
It was exactly why they were the only performers who actually knew the truth of why he did what he did, as his desperate plea to keep from losing them and watching the raunchy empire he'd built come crumbling down on top of him. The fact that the twins were hot and freaky enough that they could set themselves for life just off of OnlyFans content or actually taking the porn industry by storm necessitated a change in his approach, because what worked on everyone else didn't even faze the Glimmers.
Technician: The twins' act should be done in about a minute Mr. Lurid.
That snapped the greedy ringmaster out of his thoughts.
Lucian: Thanks mate. Tonight's tightrope act ready to go?
Technician: They're in position and ready for your signal, sir.
Lucian just grinned at that as he watched the twins start to wrap it up, sensually shaking remnants of creamy pie from their bodies in a manner that no doubt had several pairs of underwear in the audience ruined by this point. Unable to keep his own urges in check, he couldn't resist pulling out his phone to snap a pic for later, but in doing so, he also noticed something in his X feed gaining traction.
Checking it might've been a mistake, because the jovial act he had prepared for within the next minute evaporated in a fury.
Tweet after tweet about SCW, from a show that was happening TONIGHT, over in Rochester, New York, while his circus was putting on a show here in Boston.
Lucian: Change of plans... tell the tightrope act to get started as soon as the twins start walking away. Seamless transition, you hear me, mate? I'll tie up the loose ends afterward, understand?
The technicians around him wanted to argue, but they knew better than to do so when Lucian sounded like a volcano on the verge of erupting. They just nodded and relayed the change to the performers as Lucian struggled with not crushing his phone in his hands, waiting for Gia & Gina to saunter their hot little asses backstage. He could see the confusion on their faces when he wasn't walking past them to do his job as ringmaster, but instead waiting for them like he was about to scream until his face turned blue.
Gia: What's got your panties in a twist now, Lucian?
Gina: Yeah, shouldn't you be doing your job? We already did ours for the night.
Lucian: You sure about that?
Gia & Gina exchanged looks before Lucian shoved his phone in their faces, revealing so much chatter about SCW tonight, mostly buzz over some new stuff being confirmed for their supposed biggest show of the year coming up next month or other interesting developments from Breakdown.
Lucian: You two cunts want to tell me why your asses aren't on SCW TV right bloody now?
Gina: Um... because we weren't booked to do there?
Gia: And we had work to do here tonight. Like, hello?
Lucian: Who bloody cares if you weren't booked for a Breakdown tonight!? Why not still show up for a few minutes to steal the spotlight because they'd have to pay you for it then!
Gina: Will you chill, you greedy asshole? So what if Gia and I aren't shaking our asses for SCW tonight? We're still pulling in money for you, and we know we've got a match on their next Breakdown.
Gia: Last one for the month, then we get paid by them and can give you whatever cut will help you not hang yourself.
Gina: Just because we're hot as hell doesn't mean we're stupid, Lucian. You know this, and we know you need us. So just shove a couple chill pills down your throat and trust us.
Gia: Especially since we could decide to just leave you high and dry and enjoy all that green SCW's paying us ourselves.
Lucian grinds his teeth, but ultimately sighs and bows his head in defeat before walking past them out towards the center ring. Gia & Gina watch him go, the faintest flicker of frowns crossing their lips.
Gia: OK, I know we like messing with him and all and that was totally uncalled for, but he's definitely way too stressed out.
Gina: I don't blame him. That next Breakdown in Cleveland of all cities is only five days away from the start of a new month, and things have been surprisingly slower than usual lately.
Gia: Good money in any other scenario, but not the mess he got everyone into.
Gina: And he's gonna owe us big time when we finally get his greedy ass out of this... and plant ours on our rightful thrones in SCW in the process.
Slight concern for Lucian's stress brushed off for now, Gia & Gina proceed to saunter their way off towards their trailer to clean off the lingering dabs of pie still painting their curvy bodies, the wheels already turning for their next “show” they get to put on for all the new SCW fans they're attracting.
We open up to the sound of someone writing on a chalkboard, the rhythmic tapping of chalk against the surface almost helping us to relax. We're really close up to the chalkboard, but as we start to pull away, we see a hand finish writing the words “WORSHIPPING THE GLIMMER SISTERS 101” before putting the chalk down. Pulling further back shows that our teacher has bent over... and we're met with a view that would have us eager to stay after class. Her miniskirt is dangerously short and tight-fitting, riding up without shame to reveal a round, perfect ass that hypnotizes us with every sway of her hips. As she stands up up and spins on her heel to face us, we also see her button-up shirt has the top half of its buttons undone, leaving quite a bit of cleavage on display. She's wearing glasses without the lenses, clearly not in need of them, and finally getting a look at her face reveals it's one of the Glimmer Sisters. Which one, however, we can only guess.
Teacher Glimmer Sister: Alright, class is in session, so take your seats unless you naughty boys and girls would like to be punished. Today, I'm going to be teaching you all about the glory of bowing down and worshiping the newest queens and goddesses of SCW: Gia & Gina Glimmer.
???: And what better way to worship them than getting down on your knees and gazing upon ALL of the heaven that they have to offer you!?
The Glimmer Sister who's clearly trying to roleplay as a sexy teacher for us suddenly turns towards the open door of the classroom she's “borrowed” for this, almost looking baffled as the other Glimmer Sister saunters in, wearing what could only be described as a slutty nun's outfit, the kind that would make anybody wish they could go to church if that was the sight that awaited them. She has her hands together in prayer in a way that causes her arms to push her ample chest up a little bit, showing off more cleavage in her bustier that's been decorated with gold crosses in front of the breasts. The slits in the sides of the dress, which is a lot shorter than a nun's robe should be, also give us a peek at the side of her thong, and we know it's a thong because of how much bare booty we get from a brief side view as she slides up right next to her sister.
Nun Glimmer Sister: Now, my brothers and sisters of the Glimmer goddesses, give me an amen and prepare yourselves as we lead you on a spiritual journey of worship and-
Gina: Gia, what are you doing?
That one line immediately clears up who's who, confirming that Gia is trying to roleplay as the sexy nun while Gina is playing the teacher, though we definitely get the sense that there's been some sort of miscommunication here. Gia looks over to Gina, looking her up and down in a way that should be offputting given the fact that they're twin sisters, but it's by design to get us looking over Gina's body right along with Gia.
Gia: Why are you dressed like a teacher? Aren't we, like, doing the whole religious bullshit to tempt more “good boys and girls” into being sinners for us? You know, something to get under that Bible humper's skin?
Gina: No, I said we should do the naughty teacher and student thing to fuck with that loser who used to be a geography teacher and now thinks he can beat people up for not wanting to learn under his boring ass.
Gia: Ugh, why couldn't our opponents make this easy and just settle on one dumb idea we can do better with a hot little twist?
Gina: Probably because they're not actually a team, just a pair of losers being thrown together to kiss our perfect asses and realize that we're the only thing they need to teach about or get on their knees and worship.
The twins just stand there awkwardly for a moment, letting that fact sink in.
Gia: You want to just say “screw this” and ditch this shit?
Gina: Yeah, these two probably aren't even worth these kinds of games anyway.
With this agreement reached, the twins start slowly stripping out of their respective attires, the grins on their lips making it clear they're intentionally making a show out of this and they want us to watch as their bodies enrapture us. It's not long before they're only left in skimpy black lace bras and thongs that definitely tread a line with what SCW would probably allow in this regard, but that thought just encourages them as they swing their hips, giving us a close-up of their incredible asses, as they spin around and plant those asses right on the teacher's desk of this classroom, leaning back to push their chests out as they get comfortable.
Gina: So, it goes without saying that Gia and I left quite an impression in our debut two weeks ago. Don't deny it, we both saw the way you all were looking at us, we heard Sharper on the replay get flustered at how well-endowed we are.
Gia: Understatement of the century right there.
Gina: And of course, I'm sure we gave the Hollywood boys a little too much sizzle for their steaks seeing as how they couldn't even show their faces last week, probably too busy figuring out how to dump their little girlfriend who interviews people in hopes of hooking up with some real women.
Gia: Yeah, we were nowhere to be found last week either, but we're the kind of treat that's best enjoyed slowly, lest you overdose on all that Glimmers. I would say that if you missed us that much, you should've come to the Cirque du Sins show in Boston on that same night instead, but, well... SCW and the old men in charge would probably get all cranky about us promoting the other place you can find us at over them. Not like it matters that much to us, because money is money and a show is a show, and we all know you guys love a good show and we're here to provide for you.
Gina: But, since we know our new SCW fans have been waiting so patiently for the second showing of the Glimmer Sisters, who are we to deny you that? We had a whole little thing planned like we did for Hollywood, but... yeah, kind of hard for even twins like us to coordinate when our opponents can't even be expected to do the same. Far as we've picked up on, they're not usually a team, just two guys who apparently have a fetish for getting their asses kicked given how many times we've found them on their backs while studying for this match. And yes, I did say we studied, Mr. Teacher Asshole... or at least, we tried to.
Gia: Yeah, no offense, but watching you two be embarrassed time and time again gets old after the first ten times or so. You're probably sick of it too, but we know you sick fucks probably get off on it when nobody's looking. Gotta admit, a failure fetish is a new one, but we've worked with weirder before. Hey, Gina, you think that Religious Wright guy prefers to use holy water whenever he-
Gina: I wouldn't be surprised if he did, and that'd be the most hilarious way of “taking the lord's name in vain” I think I'll have ever heard.
Gia: Regardless of whether you're turned on or scarred for life by the mental image we just provided for you, it doesn't change the fact that Pastor Wright probably wants to convert us into praising the lord and Mr. Upshaw wants to punish us because he thinks we don't know geography. Full disclosure: we don't care about geography or religion, all we know is that we're goddesses worshiped by the freaks and sinners of the world who will spend all their hard-earned money to watch us show that a couple of clowns can be hot as hell and we don't need to know or care where we go so long as we do that and get paid for it. And if we help the both of you with your little “failure fetishes” by giving you another loss to enjoy yourselves to, then you're welcome in advance.
As Gia talks, we see Gina lay down on the desk, one long leg pointed towards the ceiling as the other continues to dangle over the edge. It's a very distracting view, but Gia keeps going as though nothing was out of the ordinary. The knowing smirk on her face makes it clear that she is aware of it though, and just as she finishes talking, Gina sits back up, now having a ruler in hand.
Gina: Hey, Gia, where's Breakdown taking place this week?
Gia: Hmm... does it really matter?
Gina: Technically right, but I should still punish you on behalf of Mr. Upshaw for not knowing your geography.
Gia giggles and takes the hint, slowly sliding off the desk and turning around to bend over it, putting her ample ass on full display as Gina hops off the desk and proceeds to spank Gia with the ruler. The bounce and jiggle is almost impossible to ignore as Gia pretends to cry out in pain, but it's not long before she moans and giggles, unable to keep playing along. She does step back away from the desk and squats down, intentionally swaying her hips as she does so, to dig around in the pile of her slutty nun outfit before producing a little vial of water, which she uncorks and slowly pours all over Gina's underwear-clad body.
Gia: The power of Pastor Wright compels you, wicked temptress!
Gina just smirks in amusement as she tosses the ruler aside and rubs the “holy water” all over her skin.
Gina: Mmm... I feel divine already.
Gia: And I've learned my lesson, because when Breakdown rolls into Cleveland this week...
Gina: The Glimmer Sisters are making another statement.
Gia: And to the two losers who think they can join forces and stop us?
Gina: We'll be waiting for you to plant those lips firmly on our perfect asses as an apology for wasting our time when we saunter to the back after going 2-0 and moving one step closer to our rightful crowns.
Gia steps closer to Gina as the twins embrace, hands drifting down to grab handfuls of one another's plump cheeks as their breasts squish together in a sight that has probably caused half of you to pass out by now, with one of the straps of Gina's bra even slipping a little bit. The Glimmer Sisters just wink and make a kissing motion to their audience as this becomes the shot we fade out on, the image burned into our brains and making it impossible to wait until we can see them again come Breakdown in Cleveland.
Not that he cared. People paid for the show he was offering, no matter what kind of depravity was included in said show, and money was a comforting presence for his nerves as the month of June crept closer to its end.
Lucian: This might be our best show yet, yeah? And if the twins pull through with a decent cut of their SCW profits once they finally get that paycheck, this nightmare might be over for another month. Thank fucking Christ, I was getting worried this might actually be the end for a tick.
From where he stood backstage, waiting to waltz his somewhat pudgy ass back to the center ring to lead the audience into the next act for tonight, he grinned out at what was going on at this exact moment. The Glimmer Sisters were doing some clown shenanigans tonight, not wearing actual clown makeup but having certainly dolled their faces up a little thicker tonight to go along with the skintight leotards that were struggling to contain their hefty breasts and definitely got devoured by their ass cheeks, and they were currently in the middle of making the simple routine of smashing pies into each other's faces into a sultry show that had several in the audience having to be restrained by security before they left the stands to try and “help” clean the twins off.
Lucian: I don't know how those two can make acting like the biggest, horniest freaks I've ever met into an art form, but there ain't no arguing with good business.
A hint of guilt flashed through Lucian's mind for just a moment as he thought back to some of his interactions with the twins over the past year. Yeah, skimming quite a bit of their paychecks from working for him was scummy, he knew it from the start, but for as much money as Cirque du Sins pulled in, it just wasn't enough anymore between the economy leaving people with not a lot of money to dump into an experience like what he offered and the “moral guardians” trying to infect politics to shut him down because “we need to think of the children” or any overly religious crap that was trying to convince people that the concept of sin could be eliminated entirely if they sanitize the world.
Last he checked, Lucian was pretty sure what they were doing would qualify as “taking the Lord's name in vain” but he couldn't be fucked to even touch a Bible, much less get within 50 feet of a church.
Regardless, business was booming for his circus, but not enough anymore to help dig himself out of the hole he'd stupidly put himself in in desperation years ago, and the twins had been the most vocal about their problems with it. Most performers knew better than to cross Lucian because the “talents” they loved putting on display here could never be used anywhere else, especially not to the degree that his adult circus went to compared to others in this same line of work. Gia & Gina were unique, however, and Lucian had known it the moment he first met them. They had virtually become the centerpiece of his circus overnight, the act that put the most butts in seats, and losing them at this point would effectively be a death sentence for Cirque du Sins... and they knew it.
It was exactly why they were the only performers who actually knew the truth of why he did what he did, as his desperate plea to keep from losing them and watching the raunchy empire he'd built come crumbling down on top of him. The fact that the twins were hot and freaky enough that they could set themselves for life just off of OnlyFans content or actually taking the porn industry by storm necessitated a change in his approach, because what worked on everyone else didn't even faze the Glimmers.
Technician: The twins' act should be done in about a minute Mr. Lurid.
That snapped the greedy ringmaster out of his thoughts.
Lucian: Thanks mate. Tonight's tightrope act ready to go?
Technician: They're in position and ready for your signal, sir.
Lucian just grinned at that as he watched the twins start to wrap it up, sensually shaking remnants of creamy pie from their bodies in a manner that no doubt had several pairs of underwear in the audience ruined by this point. Unable to keep his own urges in check, he couldn't resist pulling out his phone to snap a pic for later, but in doing so, he also noticed something in his X feed gaining traction.
Checking it might've been a mistake, because the jovial act he had prepared for within the next minute evaporated in a fury.
Tweet after tweet about SCW, from a show that was happening TONIGHT, over in Rochester, New York, while his circus was putting on a show here in Boston.
Lucian: Change of plans... tell the tightrope act to get started as soon as the twins start walking away. Seamless transition, you hear me, mate? I'll tie up the loose ends afterward, understand?
The technicians around him wanted to argue, but they knew better than to do so when Lucian sounded like a volcano on the verge of erupting. They just nodded and relayed the change to the performers as Lucian struggled with not crushing his phone in his hands, waiting for Gia & Gina to saunter their hot little asses backstage. He could see the confusion on their faces when he wasn't walking past them to do his job as ringmaster, but instead waiting for them like he was about to scream until his face turned blue.
Gia: What's got your panties in a twist now, Lucian?
Gina: Yeah, shouldn't you be doing your job? We already did ours for the night.
Lucian: You sure about that?
Gia & Gina exchanged looks before Lucian shoved his phone in their faces, revealing so much chatter about SCW tonight, mostly buzz over some new stuff being confirmed for their supposed biggest show of the year coming up next month or other interesting developments from Breakdown.
Lucian: You two cunts want to tell me why your asses aren't on SCW TV right bloody now?
Gina: Um... because we weren't booked to do there?
Gia: And we had work to do here tonight. Like, hello?
Lucian: Who bloody cares if you weren't booked for a Breakdown tonight!? Why not still show up for a few minutes to steal the spotlight because they'd have to pay you for it then!
Gina: Will you chill, you greedy asshole? So what if Gia and I aren't shaking our asses for SCW tonight? We're still pulling in money for you, and we know we've got a match on their next Breakdown.
Gia: Last one for the month, then we get paid by them and can give you whatever cut will help you not hang yourself.
Gina: Just because we're hot as hell doesn't mean we're stupid, Lucian. You know this, and we know you need us. So just shove a couple chill pills down your throat and trust us.
Gia: Especially since we could decide to just leave you high and dry and enjoy all that green SCW's paying us ourselves.
Lucian grinds his teeth, but ultimately sighs and bows his head in defeat before walking past them out towards the center ring. Gia & Gina watch him go, the faintest flicker of frowns crossing their lips.
Gia: OK, I know we like messing with him and all and that was totally uncalled for, but he's definitely way too stressed out.
Gina: I don't blame him. That next Breakdown in Cleveland of all cities is only five days away from the start of a new month, and things have been surprisingly slower than usual lately.
Gia: Good money in any other scenario, but not the mess he got everyone into.
Gina: And he's gonna owe us big time when we finally get his greedy ass out of this... and plant ours on our rightful thrones in SCW in the process.
Slight concern for Lucian's stress brushed off for now, Gia & Gina proceed to saunter their way off towards their trailer to clean off the lingering dabs of pie still painting their curvy bodies, the wheels already turning for their next “show” they get to put on for all the new SCW fans they're attracting.
*~*~*~*
We open up to the sound of someone writing on a chalkboard, the rhythmic tapping of chalk against the surface almost helping us to relax. We're really close up to the chalkboard, but as we start to pull away, we see a hand finish writing the words “WORSHIPPING THE GLIMMER SISTERS 101” before putting the chalk down. Pulling further back shows that our teacher has bent over... and we're met with a view that would have us eager to stay after class. Her miniskirt is dangerously short and tight-fitting, riding up without shame to reveal a round, perfect ass that hypnotizes us with every sway of her hips. As she stands up up and spins on her heel to face us, we also see her button-up shirt has the top half of its buttons undone, leaving quite a bit of cleavage on display. She's wearing glasses without the lenses, clearly not in need of them, and finally getting a look at her face reveals it's one of the Glimmer Sisters. Which one, however, we can only guess.
Teacher Glimmer Sister: Alright, class is in session, so take your seats unless you naughty boys and girls would like to be punished. Today, I'm going to be teaching you all about the glory of bowing down and worshiping the newest queens and goddesses of SCW: Gia & Gina Glimmer.
???: And what better way to worship them than getting down on your knees and gazing upon ALL of the heaven that they have to offer you!?
The Glimmer Sister who's clearly trying to roleplay as a sexy teacher for us suddenly turns towards the open door of the classroom she's “borrowed” for this, almost looking baffled as the other Glimmer Sister saunters in, wearing what could only be described as a slutty nun's outfit, the kind that would make anybody wish they could go to church if that was the sight that awaited them. She has her hands together in prayer in a way that causes her arms to push her ample chest up a little bit, showing off more cleavage in her bustier that's been decorated with gold crosses in front of the breasts. The slits in the sides of the dress, which is a lot shorter than a nun's robe should be, also give us a peek at the side of her thong, and we know it's a thong because of how much bare booty we get from a brief side view as she slides up right next to her sister.
Nun Glimmer Sister: Now, my brothers and sisters of the Glimmer goddesses, give me an amen and prepare yourselves as we lead you on a spiritual journey of worship and-
Gina: Gia, what are you doing?
That one line immediately clears up who's who, confirming that Gia is trying to roleplay as the sexy nun while Gina is playing the teacher, though we definitely get the sense that there's been some sort of miscommunication here. Gia looks over to Gina, looking her up and down in a way that should be offputting given the fact that they're twin sisters, but it's by design to get us looking over Gina's body right along with Gia.
Gia: Why are you dressed like a teacher? Aren't we, like, doing the whole religious bullshit to tempt more “good boys and girls” into being sinners for us? You know, something to get under that Bible humper's skin?
Gina: No, I said we should do the naughty teacher and student thing to fuck with that loser who used to be a geography teacher and now thinks he can beat people up for not wanting to learn under his boring ass.
Gia: Ugh, why couldn't our opponents make this easy and just settle on one dumb idea we can do better with a hot little twist?
Gina: Probably because they're not actually a team, just a pair of losers being thrown together to kiss our perfect asses and realize that we're the only thing they need to teach about or get on their knees and worship.
The twins just stand there awkwardly for a moment, letting that fact sink in.
Gia: You want to just say “screw this” and ditch this shit?
Gina: Yeah, these two probably aren't even worth these kinds of games anyway.
With this agreement reached, the twins start slowly stripping out of their respective attires, the grins on their lips making it clear they're intentionally making a show out of this and they want us to watch as their bodies enrapture us. It's not long before they're only left in skimpy black lace bras and thongs that definitely tread a line with what SCW would probably allow in this regard, but that thought just encourages them as they swing their hips, giving us a close-up of their incredible asses, as they spin around and plant those asses right on the teacher's desk of this classroom, leaning back to push their chests out as they get comfortable.
Gina: So, it goes without saying that Gia and I left quite an impression in our debut two weeks ago. Don't deny it, we both saw the way you all were looking at us, we heard Sharper on the replay get flustered at how well-endowed we are.
Gia: Understatement of the century right there.
Gina: And of course, I'm sure we gave the Hollywood boys a little too much sizzle for their steaks seeing as how they couldn't even show their faces last week, probably too busy figuring out how to dump their little girlfriend who interviews people in hopes of hooking up with some real women.
Gia: Yeah, we were nowhere to be found last week either, but we're the kind of treat that's best enjoyed slowly, lest you overdose on all that Glimmers. I would say that if you missed us that much, you should've come to the Cirque du Sins show in Boston on that same night instead, but, well... SCW and the old men in charge would probably get all cranky about us promoting the other place you can find us at over them. Not like it matters that much to us, because money is money and a show is a show, and we all know you guys love a good show and we're here to provide for you.
Gina: But, since we know our new SCW fans have been waiting so patiently for the second showing of the Glimmer Sisters, who are we to deny you that? We had a whole little thing planned like we did for Hollywood, but... yeah, kind of hard for even twins like us to coordinate when our opponents can't even be expected to do the same. Far as we've picked up on, they're not usually a team, just two guys who apparently have a fetish for getting their asses kicked given how many times we've found them on their backs while studying for this match. And yes, I did say we studied, Mr. Teacher Asshole... or at least, we tried to.
Gia: Yeah, no offense, but watching you two be embarrassed time and time again gets old after the first ten times or so. You're probably sick of it too, but we know you sick fucks probably get off on it when nobody's looking. Gotta admit, a failure fetish is a new one, but we've worked with weirder before. Hey, Gina, you think that Religious Wright guy prefers to use holy water whenever he-
Gina: I wouldn't be surprised if he did, and that'd be the most hilarious way of “taking the lord's name in vain” I think I'll have ever heard.
Gia: Regardless of whether you're turned on or scarred for life by the mental image we just provided for you, it doesn't change the fact that Pastor Wright probably wants to convert us into praising the lord and Mr. Upshaw wants to punish us because he thinks we don't know geography. Full disclosure: we don't care about geography or religion, all we know is that we're goddesses worshiped by the freaks and sinners of the world who will spend all their hard-earned money to watch us show that a couple of clowns can be hot as hell and we don't need to know or care where we go so long as we do that and get paid for it. And if we help the both of you with your little “failure fetishes” by giving you another loss to enjoy yourselves to, then you're welcome in advance.
As Gia talks, we see Gina lay down on the desk, one long leg pointed towards the ceiling as the other continues to dangle over the edge. It's a very distracting view, but Gia keeps going as though nothing was out of the ordinary. The knowing smirk on her face makes it clear that she is aware of it though, and just as she finishes talking, Gina sits back up, now having a ruler in hand.
Gina: Hey, Gia, where's Breakdown taking place this week?
Gia: Hmm... does it really matter?
Gina: Technically right, but I should still punish you on behalf of Mr. Upshaw for not knowing your geography.
Gia giggles and takes the hint, slowly sliding off the desk and turning around to bend over it, putting her ample ass on full display as Gina hops off the desk and proceeds to spank Gia with the ruler. The bounce and jiggle is almost impossible to ignore as Gia pretends to cry out in pain, but it's not long before she moans and giggles, unable to keep playing along. She does step back away from the desk and squats down, intentionally swaying her hips as she does so, to dig around in the pile of her slutty nun outfit before producing a little vial of water, which she uncorks and slowly pours all over Gina's underwear-clad body.
Gia: The power of Pastor Wright compels you, wicked temptress!
Gina just smirks in amusement as she tosses the ruler aside and rubs the “holy water” all over her skin.
Gina: Mmm... I feel divine already.
Gia: And I've learned my lesson, because when Breakdown rolls into Cleveland this week...
Gina: The Glimmer Sisters are making another statement.
Gia: And to the two losers who think they can join forces and stop us?
Gina: We'll be waiting for you to plant those lips firmly on our perfect asses as an apology for wasting our time when we saunter to the back after going 2-0 and moving one step closer to our rightful crowns.
Gia steps closer to Gina as the twins embrace, hands drifting down to grab handfuls of one another's plump cheeks as their breasts squish together in a sight that has probably caused half of you to pass out by now, with one of the straps of Gina's bra even slipping a little bit. The Glimmer Sisters just wink and make a kissing motion to their audience as this becomes the shot we fade out on, the image burned into our brains and making it impossible to wait until we can see them again come Breakdown in Cleveland.