10-31-2025, 08:28 PM
Fate wasn't something the Glimmer Sisters really believed in.
Perhaps once upon a time, when they were more naive little girls, concepts like fate, destiny, anything to do with some sort of “mysterious force beyond anyone's comprehension” that dictated how things played out would have been worth buying into. It was easy to believe that things happened for a reason and the way forward was predetermined because how else do you explain the way things will sometimes fall into place?
Fate was an idea Gia & Gina stopped believing in right around the time they left their old lives behind and became the women they are today.
They had taken a huge gamble when they started anew and the Glimmer Sisters were born, one that wouldn't have paid off if they didn't show initiative and seize control of every last facet of this rebirth. They forged plans, they created backup plans, they took notes on how everything was playing out and made sure every last base was covered so that no matter how the pieces fell into place, they already knew exactly what they needed to do to ultimately achieve the one result they cared for above all else.
Anything else wasn't the work of fate... it was simply kicking fate in the balls and forcing it to kiss their asses because they were in charge now.
The only reason fate was on the minds of Gia & Gina was because a certain couple they would be dealing with soon simply could not shut up about it. Honestly, they could think of so many other ways the trios tournament finals could've been so much more interesting, but Gina's team going up against Clyde Sutter, Melinda Braddock and Alex Belmont?
Everyone but Alex on that team could spout “blah blah blah fate blah blah” until the end of time, it didn't change the fact that Gina already may as well have had that trios contract to her name.
Perhaps that was why the two of them were happily lounging around in their trailer, dressed only in barely existing G-strings, making their lists and checking them twice. No, they weren't playing Santa Claus, nor were they strategizing for Under Attack because that had been done since the finals were confirmed. Nah, the twins felt the perfect way to pass the time until tonight's Cirque du Sins show was jotting down some preliminary ideas they could use that contract for... something they were having way too much fun with considering the walls of their trailer were plastered with pages and pages of ideas, and they didn't seem to be out quite yet.
Gia: Here's a thought: we could give that snow bitch what she thinks she wants. Handicap match against us, but we're not putting the titles on the line. BUT! She has to wrestle in whatever lingerie we pick out for her, and if she loses then she becomes our bitch for the rest of her career.
Gina: Tempting, especially after she thought it'd be funny to clobber me with a chair last show. You know she'd blow a gasket if we did that to her... I just don't know if it's worth it when she'd probably just quit before we actually get to boss her around.
Gia: Eh, we'll workshop it then.
That idea is torn out of Gia's notebook and added to the wall via one of those dumb little fridge magnets, right next to a whole section of ideas that basically amounted to “force certain wrestlers to compete nearly naked for their amusement.”
Gia: Uh, sis, you're not seriously writing down “challenge for world title” are you?
Gina: It's a base, Gia. I'm trying to figure out how we make it work for us so that we share the title when we win it and we can only defend it on our terms.
Gia: You think somebody's gonna get all butthurt about how disrespectful that is?
Gina: You think I care?
Gia actually thinks about it... for all of two seconds before she just shrugs and laughs. Gina shakes her head at that before she rips the page out and goes to pin it to the door with another magnet. As she goes to do so, however, the trailer door opens at the worst possible time.
Lucian: Oi, you bitches- OW! What the fuck!?
Apparently, Lucian decided to drop in on the twins unannounced, and despite knowing they preferred him to knock, today he apparently felt like just straight-up trying to waltz his bloated carcass inside. Pretty sure he's regretting that as he opened the door right when Gina went to pin her world title idea to flesh out later and ended up punching him in the face.
Gina: Oops, sorry Lucian.
Gia snickered as her twin's tone made it very clear she wasn't actually sorry.
Gia: What the fuck are you doing just trying to barge in here anyway? Didn't we tell you to knock first?
Gina: For all you know, we're not decent.
Lucian: I can see bloody damn well you bitches ain't decent right now, and you know I've seen you both end up completely naked by the end of a few of your routines, yeah?
Gia: I think you know exactly what my sister means, Lucy.
Lucian let out a roar of frustration at the unfortunate nickname the twins had decided to run with. Just as he seemed ready to finally get on track, he couldn't help but glance at some of the papers and read over them.
Lucian: “Force two people we don't like to compete in just their underwear with us as referees, loser becomes our bitch.” What the bloody hell is all this about now?
Gina: We're killing time by brainstorming all the different ways we can use that trios contract I'm about to win.
Lucian: Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we mates?
Gia: You do know who you're talking to, right?
Lucian watches as both twins cross their arms over their bare chests, and while it upsets him that they're now cleverly blocking the goods from his view, he can't help but snort at the grins that remind him of just how confident his greatest attraction is. Like that old song says: it ain't bragging if you back it up.
Lucian: Alright, fair enough, I guess.
Gia: Back to my earlier question: what the fuck are you doing in here?
Lucian: Well for one, I need my bloody cut of your SCW profits so I can get Antonio out of here preferably before showtime tonight.
The twins exchanged glances, the cocky smiles fading momentarily before Gina walked over to the counter where a bra was sitting. Who's bra was it? Honestly, the twins couldn't keep track half the time considering their proportions were literal mirror images of one another in every way, so anything that fit for one would fit for the other. All Gina cared about right now was lifting it up to grab a wad of cash that had been hidden under one of the cups, which she happily shoved against Lucian's chest with a little more force than was probably necessary.
Lucian: Oh yeah, that's the green daddy likes.
Gia: If you're going to start trying to orgasm over us keeping our end of the deal like we always do, then please go fuck off and do it somewhere else. I'm totally not into the idea of bleaching my eyeballs before we go on tonight.
Lucian: That actually leads me to the second reason I'm here. Gina, babe, how's your bloody back doing?
Gina: First off, if you call me 'babe' again, I'm kicking you in the dick so hard you'll puke up your nuts. As for my back?
Gina proceed to fall backwards into a handstand, kicking her legs for a moment like she was riding a bike before she lowered herself into a contortion where her breasts were pressed against the trailer floor and her feet framed her head, her spine bent into a perfect C shape. It kind of looked to Lucian like she'd curled up into an inverted ball someone could pick up and throw.
Gina: You tell me.
Lucian: You could've told, not shown. Still, that's hot as fuck.
Gia: So what if some dumb bitch who thinks way too highly of herself hit my sis in the back with a chair? That ain't gonna stop her from helping James and Enigma finish the job and get us some extra juicy power to flaunt in people's faces.
Gina: Nor is it going to keep me from performing tonight. I'm honestly surprised you care.
Lucian: Of course I care! Just because I'll proudly admit to being a bloody scumbag because money is everything right now mates doesn't mean I can't almost shit my pants at the thought of one of my acts getting seriously hurt. It's bad for fucking business!
Gia & Gina exchange glances, the look of cringe making it clear they could've done without the thought of this fat tub of lard that was their sleazy perverted ringmaster literally shitting his pants. Still, they weren't entirely convinced, and Gina even killed some time waiting for Lucian to actually come clean by lifting her feet up and using them to start tying her hair into a ponytail, not once actually leaving her contortion position as she did so. That sight seemed to help crack his resolve a bit.
Lucian: Look, I ain't joking about what I said, alright? But... maybe the concern was raised by someone else on whether or not you could go tonight, yeah?
Gia: And who thinks Gina's too hurt to stop us from flaunting all that we've got for these Minneapolis morons before we waltz into the US Bank Stadium on Sunday night and embarrass a few more losers whose luck is about to run out?
???: Ey, can't a guy be worried that he saw a bitch get blasted from behind, and not in the fun way, and think 'what if her back seizes up while she's 20-something feet in the air trying to do the trapeze'?
An arm suddenly draped itself over Lucian's shoulders before the creepy grin of Angel was mashed up against Lucian's face. Now, despite the fact that Angel was very clearly putting on a female persona, as drag queens do, he was still very much a man beneath the giant fake tits and women's lingerie that did a blatantly terrible job of hiding his package. Lucian may be a proud pervert, but anything involving guys only went as far with him as watching them perform in his slutty circus or in porn. His gate only swung one way, and that was why he frantically shoved Angel off of him, which only led to Angel ending up in a handstand before he tried to mimic Gina's contorted pose.
Unfortunately for him, while he was very flexible, this was an area the Glimmers learned they had him beat.
Lucian: You mind bloody warning me before you get all fucking touchy-feely, mate?
Angel: What? Can't I show some appreciation to my circus daddy for giving me a shot?
As amusing as it was to stand there and watch Lucian freak out over Angel's antics, the twins felt a little uneasy about his 'concern.' This is what led to Gina uncurling herself before turning her bare back to Angel.
Gina: Look closely, dumbass. You see any welts or bruises on this beautiful back of mine? Didn't think so. Frosty the Snow Slut got a cheap shot in to keep her fragile little ego from melting, but all she did was stun me.
Angel: Hey, I'm just saying. That looked like it hurt like hell. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to sit out tonight's show, make sure you're actually good to go for your little match on Sunday?
Gia: Uh, hello, I'm still alive and kicking over here! Besides, what would you know about getting hit in the back with something?
Angel: Ohohoho, I know a thing or two about...
Angel's eyes widened and he suddenly clammed up.
Angel: Tch, never mind. Point is, if I'm gonna be part of this circus family or whatever for a while, that means I should be looking out for you gals, right?
Now, to anyone else, they might've thought Angel might be heading in the direction of some sort of dirty comment or joke hoping to either get a laugh out of the twins and the ringmaster or get under their skin for his amusement. And while Lucian seemed to shrug it off fairly quickly as he and Angel engaged in some sort of conversation now, Gina had tuned it out entirely. The way Angel suddenly looked freaked out and shut his mouth, like he said something he wasn't supposed to, hadn't quite flown under the radar like he'd probably hoped it did.
That was when Gina squinted, taking a careful look at Angel's back while he was still attempting a contortion that wasn't quite able to match what she'd been doing beforehand. It was a little hard to tell at first because, admittedly, it blended in very well with the elaborate drag queen lingerie getup he had going on, probably to keep his fake tits firmly in place, but one thing that allowed the Glimmers to become the master schemers they were today was their ability to notice the little details that otherwise went unnoticed. The moment Gina noticed it, she elbowed Gia to get her attention before nodding to Angel, and it wasn't long before both sisters were aware of it.
He could hide it all he wanted, but they had spotted the rather heavy amount of kinesio tape across his back, and it sure as hell wasn't being used to hold his top together.
Gina: You see it, right?
Gia: Yeah. Solid cover job, but not hidden well enough. And the way he freaked out when I asked him about getting hit in the back?
Gina: If I'm right about what this means, I think I'm gonna be sick.
The Glimmers kept their voices low, deciding this discovery was best kept to themselves for the time being. For as much as Angel got on their nerves and was blatantly trying to steal their spotlight with the circus, as if he wasn't being obvious enough about it, they hadn't forgotten what Lucian had told them about Angel being Antonio's “favorite slut,” which opened up a whole can of worms they really didn't want to touch right now without more info.
This discovery painted a picture of that they really were not comfortable with, especially knowing how badly Antonio seemed to want his hands on the two of them.
Lucian: In any case mate, if Gina's back's good, and I have no reason to bloody doubt her after her hot little contortion show, then she and Gia keep the closing act spotlight tonight. But hey, that means you get to have your Lust Ticket fun sooner, you sick kinky fuck!
Angel: Heh, pros and cons I guess.
While they only tuned in to the very end of whatever Lucian and Angel were talking about, they'd gotten all they needed to know just from that exchange alone, and while Angel seemed content like the proud slut he was for Lust Ticket fun times, it wasn't hard to miss the twitch of his eye that clearly told the story of someone getting irritated that things weren't going according to plan.
Lucian: Right, showtime's in an hour! Ladies, stop fantasizing about whatever the bloody hell you plan on doing with your contract or whatever once your team wins on Sunday and finish getting dressed. I've got some late business to take care of before we put on the hottest fucking show this side of Minnesota!
Lucian strutted away, clearly pleased with himself even as he started mumbling something about this state being devoid of anything worthwhile beyond his circus for this weekend, but he was long past the point of being worth Gia & Gina's attention. Their eyes turned to Angel, who was now standing upright and straightening out his attire.
Angel: Ah well, was worth a shot, right?
He flashed them a cocky grin and even had the audacity to wink before he began strutting away, leaving Gia & Gina annoyed as they just closed their trailer door.
Gia: Seriously, what is his deal?
Gina: Gonna go out on a limb and say Antonio really wants him to outright replace us. We already know it, Lucian knows it, but at least Lucian's got enough of a brain to know that losing us as performers may as well be a death sentence for this place.
Gia: You remember how desperate he was to keep us from looking into side hustles when we got fed up with him skimming our paychecks. He's just lucky we've grown too attached to flaunting what we've got for an audience of horny fucks to let this go that easily.
Gina: And SCW should be thanking us for giving people extra incentive to buy tickets for their shows if it means getting to see us kick people's asses as much as we love flaunting ours.
The sisters couldn't help but laugh and smack each other's asses as though it was an exclamation point on a statement that only they were even aware of. Can't blame them for feeling it was poetic all the same. Still, showtime was coming up and boy did they plan a hot little trapeze routine for this evening. The G-strings they were wearing thankfully made up half of their chosen attire for the night, and the other half?
Well, they had a pair of championship belts hanging in their closet that nobody seemed to mind them using as bras.
Everything seemed pretty straightforward from here as they helped get the title belts in place to cover their girls (for now). Put on a sinful little show tonight and see if they could break a record for how many pairs of underwear they ruined before they left the center ring. Have some Lust Ticket fun with some lucky fucker who was going to have all their dreams come true. Saunter their hot round asses into the US Bank Stadium and keep their undefeated ways intact by joining James Evans and Enigma in destroying a team that already lost the moment the finals were set. Then next week-
Well, I did say it all seemed straightforward, but just as the twins were all set to head on into the big top and talk through things with the trapeze riggers, the door to their trailer was violently thrown open and then slammed shut. Gia & Gina wanted to start cussing out whoever just barreled into their trailer, but the words died on their tongues as they saw Angel leaning against the door, eyes blown wide, breathing heavily, almost like he was in the middle of a full blown panic attack. He frantically glanced out the window in the door before ducking down, like he was trying to hide from someone.
The Glimmers had an idea who it might be if that was correct, and any irritation they felt around Angel vanished pretty quickly.
Gina: Uh... Angel?
Angel: Quiet! He can't know that I'm in here!
Angel suddenly did a double take once he realized he wasn't alone.
Angel: What the hell are you two broads still doing in here?
Gia: Uh, this is our trailer.
Gina: We just finished getting dressed. More to the point, is everything-
Angel harshly shushed her, and while Gina & Gia wanted so badly to be annoyed, their concern over the way the drag queen was acting overrode all else. The twins chanced a glance out one of the other windows, and their concerns were validated: Antonio was standing right in the middle of the circus grounds, chatting with Lucian who was clearly trying not to shit himself as he made his monthly payment and the despicable crime lord was pacified for another month. The fact that Antonio kept looking around for something, or perhaps someone, wasn't lost on them, and even they found themselves pulling out of sight when they saw him glance in the direction of their trailer.
It would be several minutes, but eventually, Angel seemed to relax, and Gia & Gina could confirm that Antonio seemed to have left. Their attention immediately turned to the drag queen, who looked ashamed now that he was aware they were still in here.
Gia: Hey, Angel...
Angel: Not a word.
Gina: Look, I think we have an idea of what's going on-
Angel: Then keep it to yourselves. You saw nothing, this didn't happen, capisce?
Before the twins could try any further, Angel pointed at them in warning before he slowly opened their trailer door, took a peek around to confirm the coast was clear, and then slipped away, leaving the Glimmers even more concerned than before about Antonio's looming presence haunting the adult circus like a plague ready to destroy it all, just because he could.
Perhaps once upon a time, when they were more naive little girls, concepts like fate, destiny, anything to do with some sort of “mysterious force beyond anyone's comprehension” that dictated how things played out would have been worth buying into. It was easy to believe that things happened for a reason and the way forward was predetermined because how else do you explain the way things will sometimes fall into place?
Fate was an idea Gia & Gina stopped believing in right around the time they left their old lives behind and became the women they are today.
They had taken a huge gamble when they started anew and the Glimmer Sisters were born, one that wouldn't have paid off if they didn't show initiative and seize control of every last facet of this rebirth. They forged plans, they created backup plans, they took notes on how everything was playing out and made sure every last base was covered so that no matter how the pieces fell into place, they already knew exactly what they needed to do to ultimately achieve the one result they cared for above all else.
Anything else wasn't the work of fate... it was simply kicking fate in the balls and forcing it to kiss their asses because they were in charge now.
The only reason fate was on the minds of Gia & Gina was because a certain couple they would be dealing with soon simply could not shut up about it. Honestly, they could think of so many other ways the trios tournament finals could've been so much more interesting, but Gina's team going up against Clyde Sutter, Melinda Braddock and Alex Belmont?
Everyone but Alex on that team could spout “blah blah blah fate blah blah” until the end of time, it didn't change the fact that Gina already may as well have had that trios contract to her name.
Perhaps that was why the two of them were happily lounging around in their trailer, dressed only in barely existing G-strings, making their lists and checking them twice. No, they weren't playing Santa Claus, nor were they strategizing for Under Attack because that had been done since the finals were confirmed. Nah, the twins felt the perfect way to pass the time until tonight's Cirque du Sins show was jotting down some preliminary ideas they could use that contract for... something they were having way too much fun with considering the walls of their trailer were plastered with pages and pages of ideas, and they didn't seem to be out quite yet.
Gia: Here's a thought: we could give that snow bitch what she thinks she wants. Handicap match against us, but we're not putting the titles on the line. BUT! She has to wrestle in whatever lingerie we pick out for her, and if she loses then she becomes our bitch for the rest of her career.
Gina: Tempting, especially after she thought it'd be funny to clobber me with a chair last show. You know she'd blow a gasket if we did that to her... I just don't know if it's worth it when she'd probably just quit before we actually get to boss her around.
Gia: Eh, we'll workshop it then.
That idea is torn out of Gia's notebook and added to the wall via one of those dumb little fridge magnets, right next to a whole section of ideas that basically amounted to “force certain wrestlers to compete nearly naked for their amusement.”
Gia: Uh, sis, you're not seriously writing down “challenge for world title” are you?
Gina: It's a base, Gia. I'm trying to figure out how we make it work for us so that we share the title when we win it and we can only defend it on our terms.
Gia: You think somebody's gonna get all butthurt about how disrespectful that is?
Gina: You think I care?
Gia actually thinks about it... for all of two seconds before she just shrugs and laughs. Gina shakes her head at that before she rips the page out and goes to pin it to the door with another magnet. As she goes to do so, however, the trailer door opens at the worst possible time.
Lucian: Oi, you bitches- OW! What the fuck!?
Apparently, Lucian decided to drop in on the twins unannounced, and despite knowing they preferred him to knock, today he apparently felt like just straight-up trying to waltz his bloated carcass inside. Pretty sure he's regretting that as he opened the door right when Gina went to pin her world title idea to flesh out later and ended up punching him in the face.
Gina: Oops, sorry Lucian.
Gia snickered as her twin's tone made it very clear she wasn't actually sorry.
Gia: What the fuck are you doing just trying to barge in here anyway? Didn't we tell you to knock first?
Gina: For all you know, we're not decent.
Lucian: I can see bloody damn well you bitches ain't decent right now, and you know I've seen you both end up completely naked by the end of a few of your routines, yeah?
Gia: I think you know exactly what my sister means, Lucy.
Lucian let out a roar of frustration at the unfortunate nickname the twins had decided to run with. Just as he seemed ready to finally get on track, he couldn't help but glance at some of the papers and read over them.
Lucian: “Force two people we don't like to compete in just their underwear with us as referees, loser becomes our bitch.” What the bloody hell is all this about now?
Gina: We're killing time by brainstorming all the different ways we can use that trios contract I'm about to win.
Lucian: Getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren't we mates?
Gia: You do know who you're talking to, right?
Lucian watches as both twins cross their arms over their bare chests, and while it upsets him that they're now cleverly blocking the goods from his view, he can't help but snort at the grins that remind him of just how confident his greatest attraction is. Like that old song says: it ain't bragging if you back it up.
Lucian: Alright, fair enough, I guess.
Gia: Back to my earlier question: what the fuck are you doing in here?
Lucian: Well for one, I need my bloody cut of your SCW profits so I can get Antonio out of here preferably before showtime tonight.
The twins exchanged glances, the cocky smiles fading momentarily before Gina walked over to the counter where a bra was sitting. Who's bra was it? Honestly, the twins couldn't keep track half the time considering their proportions were literal mirror images of one another in every way, so anything that fit for one would fit for the other. All Gina cared about right now was lifting it up to grab a wad of cash that had been hidden under one of the cups, which she happily shoved against Lucian's chest with a little more force than was probably necessary.
Lucian: Oh yeah, that's the green daddy likes.
Gia: If you're going to start trying to orgasm over us keeping our end of the deal like we always do, then please go fuck off and do it somewhere else. I'm totally not into the idea of bleaching my eyeballs before we go on tonight.
Lucian: That actually leads me to the second reason I'm here. Gina, babe, how's your bloody back doing?
Gina: First off, if you call me 'babe' again, I'm kicking you in the dick so hard you'll puke up your nuts. As for my back?
Gina proceed to fall backwards into a handstand, kicking her legs for a moment like she was riding a bike before she lowered herself into a contortion where her breasts were pressed against the trailer floor and her feet framed her head, her spine bent into a perfect C shape. It kind of looked to Lucian like she'd curled up into an inverted ball someone could pick up and throw.
Gina: You tell me.
Lucian: You could've told, not shown. Still, that's hot as fuck.
Gia: So what if some dumb bitch who thinks way too highly of herself hit my sis in the back with a chair? That ain't gonna stop her from helping James and Enigma finish the job and get us some extra juicy power to flaunt in people's faces.
Gina: Nor is it going to keep me from performing tonight. I'm honestly surprised you care.
Lucian: Of course I care! Just because I'll proudly admit to being a bloody scumbag because money is everything right now mates doesn't mean I can't almost shit my pants at the thought of one of my acts getting seriously hurt. It's bad for fucking business!
Gia & Gina exchange glances, the look of cringe making it clear they could've done without the thought of this fat tub of lard that was their sleazy perverted ringmaster literally shitting his pants. Still, they weren't entirely convinced, and Gina even killed some time waiting for Lucian to actually come clean by lifting her feet up and using them to start tying her hair into a ponytail, not once actually leaving her contortion position as she did so. That sight seemed to help crack his resolve a bit.
Lucian: Look, I ain't joking about what I said, alright? But... maybe the concern was raised by someone else on whether or not you could go tonight, yeah?
Gia: And who thinks Gina's too hurt to stop us from flaunting all that we've got for these Minneapolis morons before we waltz into the US Bank Stadium on Sunday night and embarrass a few more losers whose luck is about to run out?
???: Ey, can't a guy be worried that he saw a bitch get blasted from behind, and not in the fun way, and think 'what if her back seizes up while she's 20-something feet in the air trying to do the trapeze'?
An arm suddenly draped itself over Lucian's shoulders before the creepy grin of Angel was mashed up against Lucian's face. Now, despite the fact that Angel was very clearly putting on a female persona, as drag queens do, he was still very much a man beneath the giant fake tits and women's lingerie that did a blatantly terrible job of hiding his package. Lucian may be a proud pervert, but anything involving guys only went as far with him as watching them perform in his slutty circus or in porn. His gate only swung one way, and that was why he frantically shoved Angel off of him, which only led to Angel ending up in a handstand before he tried to mimic Gina's contorted pose.
Unfortunately for him, while he was very flexible, this was an area the Glimmers learned they had him beat.
Lucian: You mind bloody warning me before you get all fucking touchy-feely, mate?
Angel: What? Can't I show some appreciation to my circus daddy for giving me a shot?
As amusing as it was to stand there and watch Lucian freak out over Angel's antics, the twins felt a little uneasy about his 'concern.' This is what led to Gina uncurling herself before turning her bare back to Angel.
Gina: Look closely, dumbass. You see any welts or bruises on this beautiful back of mine? Didn't think so. Frosty the Snow Slut got a cheap shot in to keep her fragile little ego from melting, but all she did was stun me.
Angel: Hey, I'm just saying. That looked like it hurt like hell. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to sit out tonight's show, make sure you're actually good to go for your little match on Sunday?
Gia: Uh, hello, I'm still alive and kicking over here! Besides, what would you know about getting hit in the back with something?
Angel: Ohohoho, I know a thing or two about...
Angel's eyes widened and he suddenly clammed up.
Angel: Tch, never mind. Point is, if I'm gonna be part of this circus family or whatever for a while, that means I should be looking out for you gals, right?
Now, to anyone else, they might've thought Angel might be heading in the direction of some sort of dirty comment or joke hoping to either get a laugh out of the twins and the ringmaster or get under their skin for his amusement. And while Lucian seemed to shrug it off fairly quickly as he and Angel engaged in some sort of conversation now, Gina had tuned it out entirely. The way Angel suddenly looked freaked out and shut his mouth, like he said something he wasn't supposed to, hadn't quite flown under the radar like he'd probably hoped it did.
That was when Gina squinted, taking a careful look at Angel's back while he was still attempting a contortion that wasn't quite able to match what she'd been doing beforehand. It was a little hard to tell at first because, admittedly, it blended in very well with the elaborate drag queen lingerie getup he had going on, probably to keep his fake tits firmly in place, but one thing that allowed the Glimmers to become the master schemers they were today was their ability to notice the little details that otherwise went unnoticed. The moment Gina noticed it, she elbowed Gia to get her attention before nodding to Angel, and it wasn't long before both sisters were aware of it.
He could hide it all he wanted, but they had spotted the rather heavy amount of kinesio tape across his back, and it sure as hell wasn't being used to hold his top together.
Gina: You see it, right?
Gia: Yeah. Solid cover job, but not hidden well enough. And the way he freaked out when I asked him about getting hit in the back?
Gina: If I'm right about what this means, I think I'm gonna be sick.
The Glimmers kept their voices low, deciding this discovery was best kept to themselves for the time being. For as much as Angel got on their nerves and was blatantly trying to steal their spotlight with the circus, as if he wasn't being obvious enough about it, they hadn't forgotten what Lucian had told them about Angel being Antonio's “favorite slut,” which opened up a whole can of worms they really didn't want to touch right now without more info.
This discovery painted a picture of that they really were not comfortable with, especially knowing how badly Antonio seemed to want his hands on the two of them.
Lucian: In any case mate, if Gina's back's good, and I have no reason to bloody doubt her after her hot little contortion show, then she and Gia keep the closing act spotlight tonight. But hey, that means you get to have your Lust Ticket fun sooner, you sick kinky fuck!
Angel: Heh, pros and cons I guess.
While they only tuned in to the very end of whatever Lucian and Angel were talking about, they'd gotten all they needed to know just from that exchange alone, and while Angel seemed content like the proud slut he was for Lust Ticket fun times, it wasn't hard to miss the twitch of his eye that clearly told the story of someone getting irritated that things weren't going according to plan.
Lucian: Right, showtime's in an hour! Ladies, stop fantasizing about whatever the bloody hell you plan on doing with your contract or whatever once your team wins on Sunday and finish getting dressed. I've got some late business to take care of before we put on the hottest fucking show this side of Minnesota!
Lucian strutted away, clearly pleased with himself even as he started mumbling something about this state being devoid of anything worthwhile beyond his circus for this weekend, but he was long past the point of being worth Gia & Gina's attention. Their eyes turned to Angel, who was now standing upright and straightening out his attire.
Angel: Ah well, was worth a shot, right?
He flashed them a cocky grin and even had the audacity to wink before he began strutting away, leaving Gia & Gina annoyed as they just closed their trailer door.
Gia: Seriously, what is his deal?
Gina: Gonna go out on a limb and say Antonio really wants him to outright replace us. We already know it, Lucian knows it, but at least Lucian's got enough of a brain to know that losing us as performers may as well be a death sentence for this place.
Gia: You remember how desperate he was to keep us from looking into side hustles when we got fed up with him skimming our paychecks. He's just lucky we've grown too attached to flaunting what we've got for an audience of horny fucks to let this go that easily.
Gina: And SCW should be thanking us for giving people extra incentive to buy tickets for their shows if it means getting to see us kick people's asses as much as we love flaunting ours.
The sisters couldn't help but laugh and smack each other's asses as though it was an exclamation point on a statement that only they were even aware of. Can't blame them for feeling it was poetic all the same. Still, showtime was coming up and boy did they plan a hot little trapeze routine for this evening. The G-strings they were wearing thankfully made up half of their chosen attire for the night, and the other half?
Well, they had a pair of championship belts hanging in their closet that nobody seemed to mind them using as bras.
Everything seemed pretty straightforward from here as they helped get the title belts in place to cover their girls (for now). Put on a sinful little show tonight and see if they could break a record for how many pairs of underwear they ruined before they left the center ring. Have some Lust Ticket fun with some lucky fucker who was going to have all their dreams come true. Saunter their hot round asses into the US Bank Stadium and keep their undefeated ways intact by joining James Evans and Enigma in destroying a team that already lost the moment the finals were set. Then next week-
Well, I did say it all seemed straightforward, but just as the twins were all set to head on into the big top and talk through things with the trapeze riggers, the door to their trailer was violently thrown open and then slammed shut. Gia & Gina wanted to start cussing out whoever just barreled into their trailer, but the words died on their tongues as they saw Angel leaning against the door, eyes blown wide, breathing heavily, almost like he was in the middle of a full blown panic attack. He frantically glanced out the window in the door before ducking down, like he was trying to hide from someone.
The Glimmers had an idea who it might be if that was correct, and any irritation they felt around Angel vanished pretty quickly.
Gina: Uh... Angel?
Angel: Quiet! He can't know that I'm in here!
Angel suddenly did a double take once he realized he wasn't alone.
Angel: What the hell are you two broads still doing in here?
Gia: Uh, this is our trailer.
Gina: We just finished getting dressed. More to the point, is everything-
Angel harshly shushed her, and while Gina & Gia wanted so badly to be annoyed, their concern over the way the drag queen was acting overrode all else. The twins chanced a glance out one of the other windows, and their concerns were validated: Antonio was standing right in the middle of the circus grounds, chatting with Lucian who was clearly trying not to shit himself as he made his monthly payment and the despicable crime lord was pacified for another month. The fact that Antonio kept looking around for something, or perhaps someone, wasn't lost on them, and even they found themselves pulling out of sight when they saw him glance in the direction of their trailer.
It would be several minutes, but eventually, Angel seemed to relax, and Gia & Gina could confirm that Antonio seemed to have left. Their attention immediately turned to the drag queen, who looked ashamed now that he was aware they were still in here.
Gia: Hey, Angel...
Angel: Not a word.
Gina: Look, I think we have an idea of what's going on-
Angel: Then keep it to yourselves. You saw nothing, this didn't happen, capisce?
Before the twins could try any further, Angel pointed at them in warning before he slowly opened their trailer door, took a peek around to confirm the coast was clear, and then slipped away, leaving the Glimmers even more concerned than before about Antonio's looming presence haunting the adult circus like a plague ready to destroy it all, just because he could.