12-16-2025, 03:42 PM
Contrary to popular belief, Gia & Gina Glimmer do, in fact, care.
They're just really good at showing otherwise.
One would assume they didn't truly care about Cirque du Sins since a paycheck was a paycheck, hence why they threatened to walk or pour their efforts into other money-making endeavors when they learned Lucian was skimming quite a bit from their pay. Their efforts to help Lucian with the loan he'd shackled both himself and the adult circus to easily came off as wanting to keep making money in their favorite way, and even then, very few actually knew the twins had practically become Lucian's primary financial backers and just assumed their wrestling endeavors were another side hustle out of frustration towards their boss.
They had also seemingly made it clear that their wrestling exploits carried an attitude of entitled nonchalance. Gia & Gina made bold claims and backed them up in the ring, even if it was through means most hated as it spat in the face of everything the business was built on. And yet, they just laughed, not caring about the hatred as they did everything in their power to reach the top and keep their shapely asses firmly planted in those thrones. Judging by the fan reactions they garnered, it seemed like they didn't mind either so long as they got to see the Glimmers put on a show.
Beneath the surface, however, there was an air of excitement the twins constantly kept locked away as it clashed with everything they had become. Gia & Gina truly loved performing for Cirque du Sins, feeling empowered at the sound of people cheering for them as they put their bodies on full, unashamed display and still pulled off tricks and acrobatic feats of athleticism that would make them a main attraction in any show. Here, they felt like they had truly found the women they always wanted to be.
As for wrestling? Despite the means by which they'd garnered everything, the twins felt like they were living a dream come true. Yeah, wrestling wasn't exactly on their radar like anybody else who comes into the business and claims they were fulfilling their childhood dream, but the fact that they had sauntered into arguably the biggest wrestling company on the planet today and, in the span of half a year, racked up an undefeated streak alongside tag team gold, a trios contract and the “attention” of SCW's biggest and most legendary names? How could anyone not be excited over how quickly they'd put themselves on the map?
That hidden care extended to others as well. Their fellow performers at the circus were like one big raunchy family, welcoming the twins into their freaky, horny antics with open arms and making them feel welcome. Lucian, despite the fact that he was an overweight slob who was more greedy than Scrooge McDuck, recognized and respected the value the Glimmers had brought to his circus and had trusted them to help him out when they had absolutely no reason to do so. Hell, even if it was brief because of the tournament pairing them up, the twins felt like a respect had been forged with both Enigma and James Evans. They wanted to see Enigma humble Xander Valentine like they had up to this point, and they'd be lying if they said the thought of James brutalizing Cid Turner and taking what rightfully belonged to him didn't make them smile... among other things.
That was why they knew they had to get to the bottom of what kept Angel bound to a literal devil like Antonio by any means necessary.
The longer Angel had hung around the circus, the clearer the twins' picture of him became. He was a lot like them: very prideful, a little arrogant, extremely talented both in his acts and between the sheets (or so they've heard, as Angel's preferences leaned more towards those who had something dangling between their legs). Even his sassy attitude meshed perfectly with their own.
If anything, the only thing that really grated on their nerves with the drag queen was the fact that he was making it no secret that he was trying, desperately, to steal their spotlight and hog it all for himself... and that was only because he was being made to do so.
Ever since they'd left Dallas after doing exactly what they said they'd do, which was retain their titles over the European Fiery Nation and prove they would never be anywhere near their level, everything else had become a secondary concern in their downtime. They still practiced and performed for shows, but they only devoted enough focus to make sure they didn't slip up and either ruin the act or injure themselves. They still studied and schemed for SCW, but honestly? Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan could gloat about their little sneak attack all they wanted because they would never be a blip on the twins' radar and Shattered Reality would make it agonizingly clear that those two were far from the threat they hyped themselves up as.
No, their primary concern up until the pay-per-view was trying to figure out what kind of deal Angel had with Antonio that kept him from just walking away from the blatantly obvious abuse he endured, along with who knows what else that man put his “favorite toy” through.
Gia: You sure you're up for this?
Gina: Gia, I literally just wrestled a match with you. Trust me, those fate-obsessed losers didn't do the damage they think they did.
Gia: Just making sure, sis. You know we can't afford to fuck this up.
Despite rolling her eyes like any annoyed sibling would, Gina still nodded, knowing that her sister was right. They had come to the conclusion that they had to find out anything about Angel's “employment” to Antonio urgently, not just because they were sick and tired of what that criminal was doing to Angel, but because they feared things would only get worse the longer it went on, and they were plenty bad already.
The plan they had concocted was, admittedly, suicidal on paper, but it was a risk they had to take to hopefully get results ASAP.
Despite owning strip clubs (among other things) practically everywhere, they'd done their homework and learned Antonio's primary headquarters seemed to be the first club he founded in Miami, which definitely explained how he always seemed to easily secure the permits for Lucian to run the circus's annual 4th of July Carnalval along the city's beaches. But, a man running so many operations, legal or otherwise, like Antonio definitely needed a place to keep all his documents in order, and his office in the club Veneno couldn't have been more perfect. It was where Antonio got his start, and it was the heart of his whole empire.
Knowing they didn't need to be in Boston for night one of Shattered Reality until this Saturday, Gia & Gina had taken advantage of a gap in Lucian's Cirque du Sins schedule to break off from the caravan and head to Miami. Under any other circumstances, that might've been an obvious red flag, but the Glimmers had a perfect cover for the detour, having taken a booking from an indie promotion to wrestle on a show they were holding in the city, conveniently not that far from where Veneno was. That match had just ended, with the Glimmers obviously victorious and looking damn good while doing it, but now began the real plan.
During the match, Gia had caught a glimpse of Antonio in the middle of the crowd, watching them perform like he was a lion watching its prey. Knowing that he'd heard (likely from Angel) that they would be here competing, they had to hope he would assume they would want to shower and rest for a bit after their match before he potentially tried to corner them on the way out, and they needed to take advantage of that window. As soon as they stepped through the curtain, they made a beeline for their locker room and grabbed their stuff before slipping away from the venue as stealthily as they could, thankfully seeing no sign of Antonio along the way. Taking advantage of the cover of night, they blended in with the Miami nightlife seamlessly until they could duck into an alleyway just behind the club.
Gina: You really think nobody's going to get suspicious?
Gia: There's no way Antonio actually keeps track of all the people he's got “employed” as strippers and prostitutes. Not when his network runs all over the damn place, and not when he only gives a shit about his “favorites.”
Gina: I know you're right, but I hate the way you phrased it, Gia.
As they talked, the twins were busy changing, the thought of being naked in an alleyway for a few moments barely fazing them. Soon enough, they were not only dressed in brightly-colored and very slutty and revealing attire that could only best be compared to leotards or monokinis, but they had donned makeup and used some of those instant hair dye combs. Not only did they not look like Gia & Gina Glimmer at all, but you couldn't even tell they were twins unless you were really looking for the smaller details... a task that may as well have been impossible given they looked like probably the sexiest strippers you've ever seen.
With their transformation complete, Gina knocked on the door while Gia grabbed something else out of their bags. After a moment, it opened up, and the twins had to stomp out their surprise at the familiar face that greeted them: Jordan Saxton, the consultant SCW had once hired to try and “help” the Glimmers “tone down” their antics. They knew he had somehow been absorbed into Antonio's endeavors, but they never cared to know to what extent until now.
Jordan: Sorry ladies, but this entrance is for employees only.
Gia: We know! We're, uh, employees too.
Jordan just raised an eyebrow at this.
Gina: Sorry, my friend's just nervous. We just met some guy who told us to come here and flaunt what we've got to see if it sticks. Antonio, I think his name was?
Gia: Super hot and very convincing. He said this was our ticket in?
Gia held out a slip of paper that Jordan took from her before reading through it. As he did, the twins exchanged glances, having prepared for this possibility but truthfully hoping they didn't have to resort to it. The paper itself was a simple note giving permission for the two of them to have a “trial performance” to see if they were worthy of being hired on at Veneno, forged to look like Antonio had written the note using statements they'd “borrowed” from Lucian to study. It felt like a longshot considering they were making a lot of assumptions about how Antonio operated this part of his business, and trying to run it past someone who had met them before felt like they were already going to have to resort to a backup plan. Just as Gia began moving to pop something into her mouth...
Jordan: I wish I could say I'm surprised, but Antonio's got a habit of collecting every woman he finds attractive and putting them to work.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, almost in disbelief (and a little bit of disgust) at what they'd heard before they saw Jordan step aside and usher them in, closing the door behind them and leading them through the backstage.
Jordan: I'm afraid he's out enjoying a different kind of show tonight, and I don't want to just make a decision on his behalf. If he's sent you both this way though, then maybe he plans on swinging by once he's wrapped up his other business. For now, you ladies can stay back here, get to know your potential soon-to-be co-workers, maybe get an idea of what's expected of you once you're up on that stage...
Jordan trailed off for a moment before he turned to face the ladies again.
Jordan: I'm sorry, I just realized I never got your names.
Gina: Oh, I'm Fiona.
Gia: And I'm Melinda!
Jordan: Alright, Fiona and Melinda. My name's Jordan, I'm an assistant to Antonio, and if you ladies need anything, ask one of the boys and they'll come fetch me. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the show, and I'm sure Antonio can't wait to see what you've both got.
Jordan nodded his head towards one of the passing security guards, who Gia & Gina definitely remembered as a goon that usually accompanied Antonio whenever he came around the circus. The man nodded back in acknowledgment before Jordan headed off, trailing his fingers along the curtain and pulling it open enough to provide them a peak at the woman who was currently performing. Having contemplated stripping themselves and incorporating some of the moves into their circus routines, the Glimmers could tell this black-haired beauty was as skilled as she was sexy... but they also didn't miss the scowl on her face whenever she wasn't looking at any of the horny patrons eagerly shoving their hard-earned cash into her g-string.
Gia: I've never seen a more miserable-looking stripper in my life.
Gina: I bet my tits Antonio's to blame.
Gia: Maybe we can find something that would bring all of this crumbling down on his arrogant fucking head.
Gina: Let's focus on figuring out why he's got Angel on a leash first, then we can start gathering evidence for other shit.
Gia glanced over to where the one guard had been standing, finding him wandering off towards the back entrance they'd just come in through. She nodded to Gina that the coast was clear, and the twins wasted no time blending into the shadows as they began their hunt for Antonio's office.
Gia: Did you really use one of our next opponent's names as your alias?
Gina: You followed suit! Besides, it's funny trying to make them out to be whores for something other than fate.
Gia: Well, if they catch wind of our little indie match tonight as proof that they suck at sneak attacks and aren't fazed, then maybe hearing that we got them jobs as strippers down here in Miami will do the trick.
The banter helped to keep the twins grounded so their nerves didn't get the better of them, knowing full-well they were in the lion's den now and even if Antonio wasn't around (and hopefully stayed that way), that didn't mean they weren't at risk of being turned into swiss cheese on the likely chance his security goons were armed. Despite being a little more brightly-colored than they would've liked in order to really sell the “slutty prospective stripper” getups, Gia & Gina were armed with their circus training and natural flexibility as they contorted their bodies in whatever way proved necessary to avoid being caught by the guards wandering around back here. Any doors they peeked into didn't yield the results they were looking for, but given that security only got tighter the farther along they went, they had to assume they were getting close.
Finally, while hiding behind a case of lighting equipment, they peeked around a corner and saw a lone door at the end of a hallway at the very back. Unfortunately, there were no less than four goons standing guard, passing the time by chatting with one another but making it clear that there was no approaching that door without getting caught.
Gia: That's got to be it.
Gina: Security's pretty tight.
Gia: You think if we just saunter up to them we can put them under our spell?
Gina: Too risky, but I think I've got a much safer idea.
Gina motioned to a nearby vent. It would be a tight squeeze for sure, but despite their ample assets, she and Gia had plenty of experience with a sexy take on the classic circus act of stuffing several clowns into a very tiny car. It had been a little while, but a vent was definitely bigger than those cars and the Glimmers were able to quietly shimmy their way into the vent with little trouble, making absolutely sure they made as little noise as possible as they followed it until they confirmed they were on the other side of the door.
Judging by the gaudy red and gold décor and the giant framed portraits of himself, the twins knew they had found Antonio's office.
Gia: God, his sense of interior design sucks as much as he does.
Gina: Let's just find what we're looking for and get the hell out of here.
With that, Gia & Gina set to work combing through every inch of the office. The obvious guess of the desk drawers hit a roadblock when they discovered there was only one massive drawer to the desk and it was locked.
Gina: Shit... he's probably got the key with him.
Gia: Maybe he's got a backup key hidden somewhere?
Gina: Why the hell would he?
Gia: Well, if he's half as disgustingly kinky as he likes to imply...
As Gia said that, she pointed to several pairs of handcuffs as part of a display case under a banner that clearly read “My Favorite Tools.” Gina gagged briefly but acknowledged Gia's point, beginning the hunt for the key. They checked every obvious hiding spot where a spare key could've been hidden, but no dice. Gina would've loved to just kick through the glass to the aforementioned display case out of frustration alone, with the only thing stopping her being the unwanted attention it would bring barreling into the room.
Gia: Oh, this sick bastard...
Gina glanced over to where Gia was opening up a framed photo on Antonio's desk, which presented a very... sexually graphic, shall we say, moment between Antonio and Angel that clearly looked one-sided in the kind of way that only a truly sick individual would be proud to have on display. Gia's comment, however, wasn't in reference to the photo itself, but rather the fact that Angel's mouth had been cut out of the photo, revealing a golden smile that was actually a key hidden right behind it in the frame. Sure enough, once she retrieved the key and gave it a try, the drawer was unlocked and pulled out at a length that reminded her and Gina of a filing cabinet, with Gia quickly skimming through the tabs on each folder until she found Angel's.
Gia: Bingo!
As Gina watched her twin quickly shuffle through the contents of the folder, her face growing more disgusted by whatever was within, her ear suddenly picked up on the sound of the doorknob turning.
Gina: Shit... Gia, hide!
When the door opened, one of Antonio's security goons wandered in and took a look around, though as far as he could see, there was no sign that anybody had set foot in this room recently.
Security Guard: I'm just gonna take a quick peek. He'll never know I was in here.
There was some chatter from outside calling him a “dead man” for what he was doing, but this goon just seemed to laugh it off as he walked around the room, taking his sweet time looking around. Gia, who had ducked under the desk, watched as the guy moved dangerously close to some weird display in the corner she didn't want to think about beyond the fact that Gina had hidden behind it, but thankfully her twin had contorted well enough to avoid being spotted by this idiot. When he approached the desk, his foot kicked at something, and Gia had to hold her tongue for cussing herself out over the fact that, in her haste, she had dropped the picture frame where the key had been hidden onto the carpet. Seeing the guy start to bend down, she quickly grabbed the thing she'd been holding onto and popped it into her mouth.
Security Guard: Now what is this doing-
The moment the guy was low enough that he started glancing under the desk, he suddenly found himself with a face full of some sort of pinkish-red substance. It was, in a way, similar to Enigma's Blood Moon, and it definitely sent the guy scrambling backwards trying to clean off his face.
Security Guard: What the hell!? Did the boss seriously booby trap his own goddamn office!?
His buddies that had been hanging around just outside rushed in, trying to help him clear his eyes, and one of them immediately noticed the broken picture frame and seemed like he was salivating at the chance to tell the blinded guard how screwed he was over breaking something that belonged to their boss.
In the commotion, however, no one noticed two curvy figures slither through the shadows back into the vent, carefully making their way as far as it would take them before they popped out near an unoccupied section out in the actual club area. From there, it was easy for Gia & Gina to blend in with the various other strippers dancing around while serving horny customers before they left out the front door, the bouncer making no move to stop them as he could only assume they were potential patrons who'd had their fill.
Hitching a ride in Gia's cleavage? A few specific documents that looked like they may hold the key to setting Angel free from Antonio's sick grasp.
They're just really good at showing otherwise.
One would assume they didn't truly care about Cirque du Sins since a paycheck was a paycheck, hence why they threatened to walk or pour their efforts into other money-making endeavors when they learned Lucian was skimming quite a bit from their pay. Their efforts to help Lucian with the loan he'd shackled both himself and the adult circus to easily came off as wanting to keep making money in their favorite way, and even then, very few actually knew the twins had practically become Lucian's primary financial backers and just assumed their wrestling endeavors were another side hustle out of frustration towards their boss.
They had also seemingly made it clear that their wrestling exploits carried an attitude of entitled nonchalance. Gia & Gina made bold claims and backed them up in the ring, even if it was through means most hated as it spat in the face of everything the business was built on. And yet, they just laughed, not caring about the hatred as they did everything in their power to reach the top and keep their shapely asses firmly planted in those thrones. Judging by the fan reactions they garnered, it seemed like they didn't mind either so long as they got to see the Glimmers put on a show.
Beneath the surface, however, there was an air of excitement the twins constantly kept locked away as it clashed with everything they had become. Gia & Gina truly loved performing for Cirque du Sins, feeling empowered at the sound of people cheering for them as they put their bodies on full, unashamed display and still pulled off tricks and acrobatic feats of athleticism that would make them a main attraction in any show. Here, they felt like they had truly found the women they always wanted to be.
As for wrestling? Despite the means by which they'd garnered everything, the twins felt like they were living a dream come true. Yeah, wrestling wasn't exactly on their radar like anybody else who comes into the business and claims they were fulfilling their childhood dream, but the fact that they had sauntered into arguably the biggest wrestling company on the planet today and, in the span of half a year, racked up an undefeated streak alongside tag team gold, a trios contract and the “attention” of SCW's biggest and most legendary names? How could anyone not be excited over how quickly they'd put themselves on the map?
That hidden care extended to others as well. Their fellow performers at the circus were like one big raunchy family, welcoming the twins into their freaky, horny antics with open arms and making them feel welcome. Lucian, despite the fact that he was an overweight slob who was more greedy than Scrooge McDuck, recognized and respected the value the Glimmers had brought to his circus and had trusted them to help him out when they had absolutely no reason to do so. Hell, even if it was brief because of the tournament pairing them up, the twins felt like a respect had been forged with both Enigma and James Evans. They wanted to see Enigma humble Xander Valentine like they had up to this point, and they'd be lying if they said the thought of James brutalizing Cid Turner and taking what rightfully belonged to him didn't make them smile... among other things.
That was why they knew they had to get to the bottom of what kept Angel bound to a literal devil like Antonio by any means necessary.
The longer Angel had hung around the circus, the clearer the twins' picture of him became. He was a lot like them: very prideful, a little arrogant, extremely talented both in his acts and between the sheets (or so they've heard, as Angel's preferences leaned more towards those who had something dangling between their legs). Even his sassy attitude meshed perfectly with their own.
If anything, the only thing that really grated on their nerves with the drag queen was the fact that he was making it no secret that he was trying, desperately, to steal their spotlight and hog it all for himself... and that was only because he was being made to do so.
Ever since they'd left Dallas after doing exactly what they said they'd do, which was retain their titles over the European Fiery Nation and prove they would never be anywhere near their level, everything else had become a secondary concern in their downtime. They still practiced and performed for shows, but they only devoted enough focus to make sure they didn't slip up and either ruin the act or injure themselves. They still studied and schemed for SCW, but honestly? Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan could gloat about their little sneak attack all they wanted because they would never be a blip on the twins' radar and Shattered Reality would make it agonizingly clear that those two were far from the threat they hyped themselves up as.
No, their primary concern up until the pay-per-view was trying to figure out what kind of deal Angel had with Antonio that kept him from just walking away from the blatantly obvious abuse he endured, along with who knows what else that man put his “favorite toy” through.
Gia: You sure you're up for this?
Gina: Gia, I literally just wrestled a match with you. Trust me, those fate-obsessed losers didn't do the damage they think they did.
Gia: Just making sure, sis. You know we can't afford to fuck this up.
Despite rolling her eyes like any annoyed sibling would, Gina still nodded, knowing that her sister was right. They had come to the conclusion that they had to find out anything about Angel's “employment” to Antonio urgently, not just because they were sick and tired of what that criminal was doing to Angel, but because they feared things would only get worse the longer it went on, and they were plenty bad already.
The plan they had concocted was, admittedly, suicidal on paper, but it was a risk they had to take to hopefully get results ASAP.
Despite owning strip clubs (among other things) practically everywhere, they'd done their homework and learned Antonio's primary headquarters seemed to be the first club he founded in Miami, which definitely explained how he always seemed to easily secure the permits for Lucian to run the circus's annual 4th of July Carnalval along the city's beaches. But, a man running so many operations, legal or otherwise, like Antonio definitely needed a place to keep all his documents in order, and his office in the club Veneno couldn't have been more perfect. It was where Antonio got his start, and it was the heart of his whole empire.
Knowing they didn't need to be in Boston for night one of Shattered Reality until this Saturday, Gia & Gina had taken advantage of a gap in Lucian's Cirque du Sins schedule to break off from the caravan and head to Miami. Under any other circumstances, that might've been an obvious red flag, but the Glimmers had a perfect cover for the detour, having taken a booking from an indie promotion to wrestle on a show they were holding in the city, conveniently not that far from where Veneno was. That match had just ended, with the Glimmers obviously victorious and looking damn good while doing it, but now began the real plan.
During the match, Gia had caught a glimpse of Antonio in the middle of the crowd, watching them perform like he was a lion watching its prey. Knowing that he'd heard (likely from Angel) that they would be here competing, they had to hope he would assume they would want to shower and rest for a bit after their match before he potentially tried to corner them on the way out, and they needed to take advantage of that window. As soon as they stepped through the curtain, they made a beeline for their locker room and grabbed their stuff before slipping away from the venue as stealthily as they could, thankfully seeing no sign of Antonio along the way. Taking advantage of the cover of night, they blended in with the Miami nightlife seamlessly until they could duck into an alleyway just behind the club.
Gina: You really think nobody's going to get suspicious?
Gia: There's no way Antonio actually keeps track of all the people he's got “employed” as strippers and prostitutes. Not when his network runs all over the damn place, and not when he only gives a shit about his “favorites.”
Gina: I know you're right, but I hate the way you phrased it, Gia.
As they talked, the twins were busy changing, the thought of being naked in an alleyway for a few moments barely fazing them. Soon enough, they were not only dressed in brightly-colored and very slutty and revealing attire that could only best be compared to leotards or monokinis, but they had donned makeup and used some of those instant hair dye combs. Not only did they not look like Gia & Gina Glimmer at all, but you couldn't even tell they were twins unless you were really looking for the smaller details... a task that may as well have been impossible given they looked like probably the sexiest strippers you've ever seen.
With their transformation complete, Gina knocked on the door while Gia grabbed something else out of their bags. After a moment, it opened up, and the twins had to stomp out their surprise at the familiar face that greeted them: Jordan Saxton, the consultant SCW had once hired to try and “help” the Glimmers “tone down” their antics. They knew he had somehow been absorbed into Antonio's endeavors, but they never cared to know to what extent until now.
Jordan: Sorry ladies, but this entrance is for employees only.
Gia: We know! We're, uh, employees too.
Jordan just raised an eyebrow at this.
Gina: Sorry, my friend's just nervous. We just met some guy who told us to come here and flaunt what we've got to see if it sticks. Antonio, I think his name was?
Gia: Super hot and very convincing. He said this was our ticket in?
Gia held out a slip of paper that Jordan took from her before reading through it. As he did, the twins exchanged glances, having prepared for this possibility but truthfully hoping they didn't have to resort to it. The paper itself was a simple note giving permission for the two of them to have a “trial performance” to see if they were worthy of being hired on at Veneno, forged to look like Antonio had written the note using statements they'd “borrowed” from Lucian to study. It felt like a longshot considering they were making a lot of assumptions about how Antonio operated this part of his business, and trying to run it past someone who had met them before felt like they were already going to have to resort to a backup plan. Just as Gia began moving to pop something into her mouth...
Jordan: I wish I could say I'm surprised, but Antonio's got a habit of collecting every woman he finds attractive and putting them to work.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, almost in disbelief (and a little bit of disgust) at what they'd heard before they saw Jordan step aside and usher them in, closing the door behind them and leading them through the backstage.
Jordan: I'm afraid he's out enjoying a different kind of show tonight, and I don't want to just make a decision on his behalf. If he's sent you both this way though, then maybe he plans on swinging by once he's wrapped up his other business. For now, you ladies can stay back here, get to know your potential soon-to-be co-workers, maybe get an idea of what's expected of you once you're up on that stage...
Jordan trailed off for a moment before he turned to face the ladies again.
Jordan: I'm sorry, I just realized I never got your names.
Gina: Oh, I'm Fiona.
Gia: And I'm Melinda!
Jordan: Alright, Fiona and Melinda. My name's Jordan, I'm an assistant to Antonio, and if you ladies need anything, ask one of the boys and they'll come fetch me. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy the show, and I'm sure Antonio can't wait to see what you've both got.
Jordan nodded his head towards one of the passing security guards, who Gia & Gina definitely remembered as a goon that usually accompanied Antonio whenever he came around the circus. The man nodded back in acknowledgment before Jordan headed off, trailing his fingers along the curtain and pulling it open enough to provide them a peak at the woman who was currently performing. Having contemplated stripping themselves and incorporating some of the moves into their circus routines, the Glimmers could tell this black-haired beauty was as skilled as she was sexy... but they also didn't miss the scowl on her face whenever she wasn't looking at any of the horny patrons eagerly shoving their hard-earned cash into her g-string.
Gia: I've never seen a more miserable-looking stripper in my life.
Gina: I bet my tits Antonio's to blame.
Gia: Maybe we can find something that would bring all of this crumbling down on his arrogant fucking head.
Gina: Let's focus on figuring out why he's got Angel on a leash first, then we can start gathering evidence for other shit.
Gia glanced over to where the one guard had been standing, finding him wandering off towards the back entrance they'd just come in through. She nodded to Gina that the coast was clear, and the twins wasted no time blending into the shadows as they began their hunt for Antonio's office.
Gia: Did you really use one of our next opponent's names as your alias?
Gina: You followed suit! Besides, it's funny trying to make them out to be whores for something other than fate.
Gia: Well, if they catch wind of our little indie match tonight as proof that they suck at sneak attacks and aren't fazed, then maybe hearing that we got them jobs as strippers down here in Miami will do the trick.
The banter helped to keep the twins grounded so their nerves didn't get the better of them, knowing full-well they were in the lion's den now and even if Antonio wasn't around (and hopefully stayed that way), that didn't mean they weren't at risk of being turned into swiss cheese on the likely chance his security goons were armed. Despite being a little more brightly-colored than they would've liked in order to really sell the “slutty prospective stripper” getups, Gia & Gina were armed with their circus training and natural flexibility as they contorted their bodies in whatever way proved necessary to avoid being caught by the guards wandering around back here. Any doors they peeked into didn't yield the results they were looking for, but given that security only got tighter the farther along they went, they had to assume they were getting close.
Finally, while hiding behind a case of lighting equipment, they peeked around a corner and saw a lone door at the end of a hallway at the very back. Unfortunately, there were no less than four goons standing guard, passing the time by chatting with one another but making it clear that there was no approaching that door without getting caught.
Gia: That's got to be it.
Gina: Security's pretty tight.
Gia: You think if we just saunter up to them we can put them under our spell?
Gina: Too risky, but I think I've got a much safer idea.
Gina motioned to a nearby vent. It would be a tight squeeze for sure, but despite their ample assets, she and Gia had plenty of experience with a sexy take on the classic circus act of stuffing several clowns into a very tiny car. It had been a little while, but a vent was definitely bigger than those cars and the Glimmers were able to quietly shimmy their way into the vent with little trouble, making absolutely sure they made as little noise as possible as they followed it until they confirmed they were on the other side of the door.
Judging by the gaudy red and gold décor and the giant framed portraits of himself, the twins knew they had found Antonio's office.
Gia: God, his sense of interior design sucks as much as he does.
Gina: Let's just find what we're looking for and get the hell out of here.
With that, Gia & Gina set to work combing through every inch of the office. The obvious guess of the desk drawers hit a roadblock when they discovered there was only one massive drawer to the desk and it was locked.
Gina: Shit... he's probably got the key with him.
Gia: Maybe he's got a backup key hidden somewhere?
Gina: Why the hell would he?
Gia: Well, if he's half as disgustingly kinky as he likes to imply...
As Gia said that, she pointed to several pairs of handcuffs as part of a display case under a banner that clearly read “My Favorite Tools.” Gina gagged briefly but acknowledged Gia's point, beginning the hunt for the key. They checked every obvious hiding spot where a spare key could've been hidden, but no dice. Gina would've loved to just kick through the glass to the aforementioned display case out of frustration alone, with the only thing stopping her being the unwanted attention it would bring barreling into the room.
Gia: Oh, this sick bastard...
Gina glanced over to where Gia was opening up a framed photo on Antonio's desk, which presented a very... sexually graphic, shall we say, moment between Antonio and Angel that clearly looked one-sided in the kind of way that only a truly sick individual would be proud to have on display. Gia's comment, however, wasn't in reference to the photo itself, but rather the fact that Angel's mouth had been cut out of the photo, revealing a golden smile that was actually a key hidden right behind it in the frame. Sure enough, once she retrieved the key and gave it a try, the drawer was unlocked and pulled out at a length that reminded her and Gina of a filing cabinet, with Gia quickly skimming through the tabs on each folder until she found Angel's.
Gia: Bingo!
As Gina watched her twin quickly shuffle through the contents of the folder, her face growing more disgusted by whatever was within, her ear suddenly picked up on the sound of the doorknob turning.
Gina: Shit... Gia, hide!
When the door opened, one of Antonio's security goons wandered in and took a look around, though as far as he could see, there was no sign that anybody had set foot in this room recently.
Security Guard: I'm just gonna take a quick peek. He'll never know I was in here.
There was some chatter from outside calling him a “dead man” for what he was doing, but this goon just seemed to laugh it off as he walked around the room, taking his sweet time looking around. Gia, who had ducked under the desk, watched as the guy moved dangerously close to some weird display in the corner she didn't want to think about beyond the fact that Gina had hidden behind it, but thankfully her twin had contorted well enough to avoid being spotted by this idiot. When he approached the desk, his foot kicked at something, and Gia had to hold her tongue for cussing herself out over the fact that, in her haste, she had dropped the picture frame where the key had been hidden onto the carpet. Seeing the guy start to bend down, she quickly grabbed the thing she'd been holding onto and popped it into her mouth.
Security Guard: Now what is this doing-
The moment the guy was low enough that he started glancing under the desk, he suddenly found himself with a face full of some sort of pinkish-red substance. It was, in a way, similar to Enigma's Blood Moon, and it definitely sent the guy scrambling backwards trying to clean off his face.
Security Guard: What the hell!? Did the boss seriously booby trap his own goddamn office!?
His buddies that had been hanging around just outside rushed in, trying to help him clear his eyes, and one of them immediately noticed the broken picture frame and seemed like he was salivating at the chance to tell the blinded guard how screwed he was over breaking something that belonged to their boss.
In the commotion, however, no one noticed two curvy figures slither through the shadows back into the vent, carefully making their way as far as it would take them before they popped out near an unoccupied section out in the actual club area. From there, it was easy for Gia & Gina to blend in with the various other strippers dancing around while serving horny customers before they left out the front door, the bouncer making no move to stop them as he could only assume they were potential patrons who'd had their fill.
Hitching a ride in Gia's cleavage? A few specific documents that looked like they may hold the key to setting Angel free from Antonio's sick grasp.