12-17-2025, 12:15 PM
One would think that with the weather getting colder and SCW deciding to close out the year in a couple of places that are definitely feeling the sting of winter that it might deter some of the antics of Gia & Gina Glimmer. They may be the sexiest circus act you'll ever see in your life, but at the end of the day, they're still human and they are capable of freezing their big hot asses off just like anybody else. Anyone who thinks that, however, might be underestimating just how crafty and creative Gia & Gina can get, even despite seeing the various schemes they have pulled to keep their opponents guessing.
That appears to be the case now as we find the Glimmer Sisters holed up in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, except they've definitely decided it needed some “Christmas magic” to really bring some life to the otherwise dull scene. There's a Christmas tree fully decked out with ornaments, what looks like a makeshift fireplace set up with a toasty fire already blazing to provide some warmth, and even a pair of festive bras hung by the chimney with care. Yeah, maybe that's not how it's supposed to be done, but when have we ever known the Glimmers to play by anybody else's rules? The only reason we know this is they're doing is because they're standing right in front of the fire admiring their handiwork. If the perfectly curvy bodies illuminated by the warm glow or the long black hair with a couple of winter-inspired (or perhaps Frost-inspired) light blue streaks dyed in isn't a dead giveaway, then it's definitely the fact that they're attire consists of what looks like red lace thongs peaking out beneath a pair of Boston Red Sox jerseys bearing the name GLIMMER on the back... and of course, the number 69.
Gia(?): On behalf of my twin sister and Cirque du Sins, we'd like to wish all of you a very sexy Christmas.
Gia (at least, we're taking a guess) glances back at us as she says this, a wink accompanying her sultry smirk. Jarringly, a barrage of comments and emojis begin flooding the screen, and you can be forgiven for missing the UI entirely that reveals this is a livestream to maybe Tiktok or Instagram, or maybe you're catching the inevitable upload to Youtube someone will likely do after the fact. One thing is clear: the twins are definitely a hot distraction from whatever you were doing, and pausing to try and read through the thousands of comments flooding in reveals not a single negative one. Gina (again, making an assumption) turns her head as well, a little shimmy of her ass accompanying the simple motion.
Gina(?): 'Tis the season, and Gia and I are more than happy to be your Mrs. Claus and provide you all with some holiday cheer. Your miserable, mundane lives could very much use the kind of joy we're happy to spread.
Gia: The city of Boston has already been very kind and welcoming to us. Case in point: these kickass custom made Red Sox jerseys.
Gina: It's good to feel loved by the places we visit.
Gina can't resist puckering her lips and blowing us a kiss, which only sparks even more emojis and comments. #BostonLovesGlimmers seems to be a prominent message that we can pick out among the sea of words rapidly scrolling across the bottom of the screen.
Gia: You know Gina, I'm pretty sure this little revelation is going to piss off a certain “Boston Badass.”
Gina: You mean like how our little livestream is going to piss off a certain so-called “goddess” when she realizes we're doing the kind of social media numbers she fingers herself to the thought of because she's not the big time social media influencer she thinks she is?
Gia: If that's what Melinda Braddock masturbates to, then her sex life with big bad Clyde must be even more dull than we thought. Then again, they give the impression that they'd be that boring kind of couple who'd wait until marriage because it's what “fate” commands of them.
Gina: Yup, we're back to “fate this” and “fate that” and all these farfetched claims that we're going to lose right here in Boston all because it's the will of “fate.” I'd ask if Melinda even paid attention to our little presentation the last time we handed her ass to her, but she definitely gives the vibe of one of those AI chatbots that repeat themselves over and over again. Seriously bitch, at least Pinocchio didn't sound as wooden as he looked in that Disney movie your mommy definitely showed you growing up.
Gia can't resist dancing a bit, her thong-clad booty peaking out more and more as the jersey sways. A pivot around to face us reveals the jersey's unbuttoned, and surprise, it's clear the festive lacy bras hanging by the fireplace are the ones they were probably wearing because we get an unobstructed view of cleavage that confirms a naked chest beneath the jerseys, which are the only reasons the censors haven't already kicked into high gear.
Gia: Unlike you two, we've got no strings to hold us down. Before you even open your mouth and try to respond to that with “well, fate says...” maybe stop for a moment and, I don't know, use your brains if they actually work? Here, I'll embrace the spirit of the holidays and help you out: the more you talk about fate like any of this shit is actually set in stone, the more you prove that you're very much puppets dancing on your strings and following some predetermined path instead of getting adventurous and seeing just how much more spice you could add to your life if you just take a little leap of faith.
Gina: That's how we became the bad bitches we are today. Pretty sure we said as much back at Under Attack with the trios finals, but if you can repeat the word “fate” 16 times across two different addresses to us, then we're allowed to repeat ourselves at least once.
Gia: And yeah, we did count. You guys really have a hard-on for that word, don't you?
Gina: Look, if fate truly was as concrete as you claim, then Gia and I? We wouldn't exist. At least, not as the kinky clown bitches who have taken SCW by storm and ruined more pairs of underwear over the past few years than Melinda's seen likes and retweets of whatever she thinks makes her the social media sensation she's clearly not. Fate had an entirely different plan for hotties with the kind of bodies we possess, but we had our reasons for not vibing with that plan. So, you know what we did? We completely abandoned our old lives, reinvented ourselves from scratch, and once we found our way to Cirque du Sins, the Glimmer Sisters were truly born.
The emojis and comments that come flooding in across the bottom of the video make it clear the people watching are enamored with this story, with one particular comment claiming “Better origin story than a Marvel superhero.” Several more comments are clearly latching on to The Vision being quite boring and making it clear they fall asleep whenever they open their mouths because all they do is talk about fate.
Gia: You know what I just realized, sis?
Gina: What's that, Gia?
Gia: Fiona isn't really as big on the whole “fate” thing as her totally-not-cheating-on-Clyde-behind-his-back partner Melinda is. Part of me wanted to give her a chance because she probably didn't sound like a broken record, but all I got out of her was a sob story about how Boston is her home and it made her tough and even if she doesn't have good memories here, she really wants to do her hometown proud by finally making something of herself.
Gina: Huh... you know, that does sound kind of moving... if saying people from Boston are tough wasn't like saying the sky is blue or our plump asses are the most perfect peaches people have ever laid eyes upon.
Gia: Seriously Fiona, we've had our fair share of wild nights with Boston guys and girls, so we can attest to how tough you are. Doesn't change the fact that every single threat you had to throw our way is just a watered-down version of what Dakoff and Ludpig claimed they were going to do to us last Breakdown, and they're already the most watered-down versions of actual wrestlers you'll find on the market so that should be a wake-up call that you could really use someone that doesn't sound like ChatGPT to help you think of some threats that have a little more sizzle.
Gina: Gia's right, you're not really making us quake in fear of shit we've already heard before. That includes the claim that we're entertainers and not fighters, never mind the fact that being fighters also means knowing how to outthink your opponents to put them flat on their asses by any means necessary. That's how you survive in this world, and that's why my twin and I have been unstoppable since we arrived on the scene. But hey, maybe you're right. Maybe we haven't been truly tested yet and we're still waiting for someone to actually start making all of our fun little schemes start failing right before our very eyes. But if you think you two are the team that's going to do that, then clearly you haven't been paying attention.
Gia: Now sis, cut them a little slack. They did have their moment on Breakdown where they got a cheap shot in and left you laying, so of course they're riding high on the first noteworthy thing they've ever done in their careers.
A whole slew of laughing emojis start flooding in, though there are a few comments mixed in that seem to be trying to refute Gia's claims by pointing our what Melinda and Fiona have accomplished elsewhere. Thankfully, those commenters are about to have their concerns answered.
Gina: Yeah, I guess you're right, Gia. You two must feel so proud that you finally put on your big girl panties and earned that oh so precious 15 seconds of fame on sites just like the one we're streaming to right now. Reminds me of when Selena Frost hit me in the back with a steel chair... wait, you had a front row seat to that, didn't you Melinda? And do you remember what came of it? Unless I truly am the stereotype that pretty women lack functioning brains, I believe the very next match I had after that saw me as part of the team that kicked your ass right alongside Clyde, who's definitely a much bigger threat in the most literal sense than Fiona is.
Gia: It's kind of funny that you two are trying so hard to forget that trios actually happened, or maybe you're coping with it by blaming Melinda and Clyde's failure on Alex Belmont, which... fair, the Shitigami Foundation are absolutely losers in every sense of the word. But can you blame us for laughing when you claim we haven't met a true test yet when your name is on the list of people who supposedly haven't “truly tested” us up to this point?
Gina: We've beaten Syren, we've outsmarted her so-called rival and the current U.S. champ Meghan Strader, we've humbled one-half of the so-called “best modern tag team in SCW” in Amelia Nevado, we embarrass Selena Frost on the regular, we've left big bad Xander Valentine laying not once, but twice. I could go on, but unlike you with the whole “fate” thing, it's not hot beating a dead horse. Point is, that right there is a list of some of SCW's biggest names right now, and not a single one of them have been able to get anything over on us.
Gia: Meanwhile, Melinda and Fiona have... um... damn, what have they even done, Gina?
Gina: They're undefeated just like us.
Gia: Maybe as a team, but Melinda's definitely been beaten before. We know, because Gina was part of the team that made it a reality.
Gina: They've held tag team gold immediately everywhere they go.
Gia: Cool, we did that in the only company that actually matters to anyone in SCW.
Gina: Pretty sure that's it... unless chat can think of anything we're missing?
Tons of comments come rolling in, but none of them seem to be offering anything that actually answers the twins' question. If anything, most of the comments seem to be hashtags supporting the Glimmers or claiming they're Boston's new favorite daughters and Fiona has been disowned by the city, a sight that gets the two of them laughing.
Gia: Aw, you guys are so sweet. Here, I think you all deserve a present.
Gia saunters over to the Christmas tree, ample ass swaying in that enticing way you can't help but feel your eyes drawn to, especially as she slowly and deliberately bends over and grabs a pair of presents. As she struts back over to where Gina's still standing in front of the fireplace, she hands her twin a present and the two of them waste no time in opening them. Inside? Their tag title belts, in case anyone was wondering where they've been this whole time, although Gia & Gina have added a festive little adornment in the form of a mistletoe tacked onto the center plates.
Gina: Well would you look at that? Guess we're on Santa's nice list this year because he's always gifted us the tag team titles that Melinda and Fiona want so very badly.
Gia: Guess that's fate for you, making it pretty clear that the only place these titles are spending the holidays is with the Glimmer Sisters, as it should be.
Gina: The Vision shouldn't feel bad, though. There's no shame in getting their asses beat by a superior team who knows they're far more blind than they let on. You can't help it when “fate” is in the driver's seat, can you?
Gia: But hey, we're not going to be grinches this holiday season. We're willing to offer you the hottest match you'll ever wrestle in your lives, along with a chance to understand just how pathetic the two of you truly are. By the end of it, not only will you not be walking out of Boston as tag team champions, but you'll understand exactly why you two were so easy to forget about when you were never a blip on the radar compared to the far bigger and more entertaining names we've been screwing with lately.
Gina: And Clyde can start questioning his little ménage à trois with the two of you once he sees the two of you pucker up, because we're putting you both under the mistletoe and giving you the chance to kiss something that fate's lips are all too familiar with.
With grins and chuckles, the twins turn their backs to us once again, and we can see them putting their tag team titles around their waists... except, the belts are intentionally backwards, which puts the center plates, and the mistletoes attached to them, right above those thick, juicy peaches. To make absolutely sure The Vision get the hint, Gia & Gina even let their Red Sox jerseys slide off their bodies at this point, leaving them naked from the waist-up and the view from behind unobstructed as she glance back at us.
Gina: Be sure to like, comment and subscribe to these asses, bitches, and we'll see you two at Shattered Reality.
Gia: And bring some chap stick, because if your lips are crusty when they meet my cheeks, I'm knocking someone's teeth out.
With a pair of seductive winks to punctuate the scene, the stream suddenly comes to an end.
Lucian: Stream's done! Fucking hot stuff, mates.
As soon as Lucian gave the word, the tech crew for Cirque du Sins immediately got to work tearing down the little holiday set that had been erected in this otherwise abandoned warehouse. Gia & Gina had been the ones who came up with the idea to livestream what they had to say to The Vision on the circus's social media accounts, mostly to try and shove it down Melinda's throat that they were far better influencers than her without even trying, or having their own accounts for that matter. Needless to say, it had worked out perfectly judging by the numbers and comments.
Gina: Did you expect anything less Lucian?
Gia: Seriously, one flash of our tits or asses and people become hypnotized.
Lucian: You know I'd never bloody doubt you bitches. Talk about a great stocking stuffer for the Christmas season! Speaking of which...
Wherever the rotund ringmaster was hoping to go with this died in his throat as he saw the twins getting dressed again. Leggings were pulled on over the thongs and the bras were retrieved and put on along with the jerseys, which were properly buttoned up. It may not be that cold outside right now in Boston, but the twins weren't going to freeze their tits off heading back to where their circus was setting up shop for the next few days.
Gia: Sorry to put coal in your stocking Lucy, but we've already got plans.
Lucian: What fucking plans? You cunts don't have anything better to do until showtime tonight!
Gina: We'd love to stay and chat, but like Gia said: we've got plans. We'll see you tonight Lucy.
Lucian was left to have yet another meltdown over the embarrassing nickname the twins had adopted for him after Angel had started it. Gia & Gina weren't kidding about having plans, though, and those plans just to happened to involve Angel. Namely, combing through what they'd swiped from Antonio's office days prior to figure out what bound Angel to that dangerous dickhead and how they could set him free.
Gia: You sure it's a good idea leaving Lucian out of the loop on this?
Gina: He's already scared shitless enough around Antonio and his threats. Best to just let him worry about repaying the loan and let us have the balls to break this bastard.
Gia: Hopefully we can find something, because I don't know if I can go another day of seeing Angel try to hide-
Jordan: I swear to you, I don't know how it happened!
The twins had left the warehouse and were walking along the harbor on their way back when they heard that familiar voice. Jordan Saxton was hard not to recognize considering how much he had grated on their nerves truing to “tone down” their shenanigans for SCW television, but knowing he had somehow fallen into Antonio's clutches himself had them conflicted.
Antonio: I suggest you think a little harder then vato, because you know I don't accept non-answers.
That voice they knew even more, and the Glimmers looked about ready to shit bricks the moment it met their ears. Following the sound, they silently crept over to an alleyway between two other warehouses in this harbor, and their hearts about stopped at the sight that greeted them.
Jordan was being pinned to the wall by two of Antonio's goons, and the self-styled kingpin himself was leaning over the man, a gaudy custom gold and pink revolver pressed to his temple. Strewn about the alleyway at their feet were bodies... Gia recognizes the face of one of them clearly, as it's the face of the guy she spat her little tribute to Enigma into.
Antonio: I step into my office and I find that some very important documents happen to be missing from my filing cabinet. The only time I wasn't at Veneno this week was when I had stepped out to watch Lucian's star sluts in action. You were in charge that night... fill in the blanks. Now.
Jordan: I swear, nobody broke in! Nobody got backstage and all the strippers showed up, including those new ones you sent over.
Antonio: What are you talking about? I never picked up any new whores to add to my collection that night.
Jordan: I swear, they said you-
Antonio: I thought you were smarter than this Jordan. It breaks my heart to see that you let a couple of cheap floozies convince you to let them in so they could steal my shit.
Jordan: Wait, Antonio please! I love you! I'll do whatever you want, just please don't-!
Jordan's desperate plea fell on deaf ears as Antonio cocked the gun and pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation. There was little sound, which told the twins he had a silencer attached to it, and they could only watch in horror as Jordan's lifeless body slid down along the wall once Antonio's goons released him, a trail of blood and brain matter painting the stone on his way down.
Antonio: Sorry Jordan, but I don't love anybody who fucks up on my watch. Clean this mess up.
Gia & Gina watched as Antonio holstered his revolver and stormed out of the alley, leaving his henchmen to dispose of the bodies. They wisely didn't stick around for too much longer... they were already walking on thin ice as it was, and they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that Antonio would absolutely kill them if they didn't plan accordingly from here on out.
That appears to be the case now as we find the Glimmer Sisters holed up in what looks like an abandoned warehouse, except they've definitely decided it needed some “Christmas magic” to really bring some life to the otherwise dull scene. There's a Christmas tree fully decked out with ornaments, what looks like a makeshift fireplace set up with a toasty fire already blazing to provide some warmth, and even a pair of festive bras hung by the chimney with care. Yeah, maybe that's not how it's supposed to be done, but when have we ever known the Glimmers to play by anybody else's rules? The only reason we know this is they're doing is because they're standing right in front of the fire admiring their handiwork. If the perfectly curvy bodies illuminated by the warm glow or the long black hair with a couple of winter-inspired (or perhaps Frost-inspired) light blue streaks dyed in isn't a dead giveaway, then it's definitely the fact that they're attire consists of what looks like red lace thongs peaking out beneath a pair of Boston Red Sox jerseys bearing the name GLIMMER on the back... and of course, the number 69.
Gia(?): On behalf of my twin sister and Cirque du Sins, we'd like to wish all of you a very sexy Christmas.
Gia (at least, we're taking a guess) glances back at us as she says this, a wink accompanying her sultry smirk. Jarringly, a barrage of comments and emojis begin flooding the screen, and you can be forgiven for missing the UI entirely that reveals this is a livestream to maybe Tiktok or Instagram, or maybe you're catching the inevitable upload to Youtube someone will likely do after the fact. One thing is clear: the twins are definitely a hot distraction from whatever you were doing, and pausing to try and read through the thousands of comments flooding in reveals not a single negative one. Gina (again, making an assumption) turns her head as well, a little shimmy of her ass accompanying the simple motion.
Gina(?): 'Tis the season, and Gia and I are more than happy to be your Mrs. Claus and provide you all with some holiday cheer. Your miserable, mundane lives could very much use the kind of joy we're happy to spread.
Gia: The city of Boston has already been very kind and welcoming to us. Case in point: these kickass custom made Red Sox jerseys.
Gina: It's good to feel loved by the places we visit.
Gina can't resist puckering her lips and blowing us a kiss, which only sparks even more emojis and comments. #BostonLovesGlimmers seems to be a prominent message that we can pick out among the sea of words rapidly scrolling across the bottom of the screen.
Gia: You know Gina, I'm pretty sure this little revelation is going to piss off a certain “Boston Badass.”
Gina: You mean like how our little livestream is going to piss off a certain so-called “goddess” when she realizes we're doing the kind of social media numbers she fingers herself to the thought of because she's not the big time social media influencer she thinks she is?
Gia: If that's what Melinda Braddock masturbates to, then her sex life with big bad Clyde must be even more dull than we thought. Then again, they give the impression that they'd be that boring kind of couple who'd wait until marriage because it's what “fate” commands of them.
Gina: Yup, we're back to “fate this” and “fate that” and all these farfetched claims that we're going to lose right here in Boston all because it's the will of “fate.” I'd ask if Melinda even paid attention to our little presentation the last time we handed her ass to her, but she definitely gives the vibe of one of those AI chatbots that repeat themselves over and over again. Seriously bitch, at least Pinocchio didn't sound as wooden as he looked in that Disney movie your mommy definitely showed you growing up.
Gia can't resist dancing a bit, her thong-clad booty peaking out more and more as the jersey sways. A pivot around to face us reveals the jersey's unbuttoned, and surprise, it's clear the festive lacy bras hanging by the fireplace are the ones they were probably wearing because we get an unobstructed view of cleavage that confirms a naked chest beneath the jerseys, which are the only reasons the censors haven't already kicked into high gear.
Gia: Unlike you two, we've got no strings to hold us down. Before you even open your mouth and try to respond to that with “well, fate says...” maybe stop for a moment and, I don't know, use your brains if they actually work? Here, I'll embrace the spirit of the holidays and help you out: the more you talk about fate like any of this shit is actually set in stone, the more you prove that you're very much puppets dancing on your strings and following some predetermined path instead of getting adventurous and seeing just how much more spice you could add to your life if you just take a little leap of faith.
Gina: That's how we became the bad bitches we are today. Pretty sure we said as much back at Under Attack with the trios finals, but if you can repeat the word “fate” 16 times across two different addresses to us, then we're allowed to repeat ourselves at least once.
Gia: And yeah, we did count. You guys really have a hard-on for that word, don't you?
Gina: Look, if fate truly was as concrete as you claim, then Gia and I? We wouldn't exist. At least, not as the kinky clown bitches who have taken SCW by storm and ruined more pairs of underwear over the past few years than Melinda's seen likes and retweets of whatever she thinks makes her the social media sensation she's clearly not. Fate had an entirely different plan for hotties with the kind of bodies we possess, but we had our reasons for not vibing with that plan. So, you know what we did? We completely abandoned our old lives, reinvented ourselves from scratch, and once we found our way to Cirque du Sins, the Glimmer Sisters were truly born.
The emojis and comments that come flooding in across the bottom of the video make it clear the people watching are enamored with this story, with one particular comment claiming “Better origin story than a Marvel superhero.” Several more comments are clearly latching on to The Vision being quite boring and making it clear they fall asleep whenever they open their mouths because all they do is talk about fate.
Gia: You know what I just realized, sis?
Gina: What's that, Gia?
Gia: Fiona isn't really as big on the whole “fate” thing as her totally-not-cheating-on-Clyde-behind-his-back partner Melinda is. Part of me wanted to give her a chance because she probably didn't sound like a broken record, but all I got out of her was a sob story about how Boston is her home and it made her tough and even if she doesn't have good memories here, she really wants to do her hometown proud by finally making something of herself.
Gina: Huh... you know, that does sound kind of moving... if saying people from Boston are tough wasn't like saying the sky is blue or our plump asses are the most perfect peaches people have ever laid eyes upon.
Gia: Seriously Fiona, we've had our fair share of wild nights with Boston guys and girls, so we can attest to how tough you are. Doesn't change the fact that every single threat you had to throw our way is just a watered-down version of what Dakoff and Ludpig claimed they were going to do to us last Breakdown, and they're already the most watered-down versions of actual wrestlers you'll find on the market so that should be a wake-up call that you could really use someone that doesn't sound like ChatGPT to help you think of some threats that have a little more sizzle.
Gina: Gia's right, you're not really making us quake in fear of shit we've already heard before. That includes the claim that we're entertainers and not fighters, never mind the fact that being fighters also means knowing how to outthink your opponents to put them flat on their asses by any means necessary. That's how you survive in this world, and that's why my twin and I have been unstoppable since we arrived on the scene. But hey, maybe you're right. Maybe we haven't been truly tested yet and we're still waiting for someone to actually start making all of our fun little schemes start failing right before our very eyes. But if you think you two are the team that's going to do that, then clearly you haven't been paying attention.
Gia: Now sis, cut them a little slack. They did have their moment on Breakdown where they got a cheap shot in and left you laying, so of course they're riding high on the first noteworthy thing they've ever done in their careers.
A whole slew of laughing emojis start flooding in, though there are a few comments mixed in that seem to be trying to refute Gia's claims by pointing our what Melinda and Fiona have accomplished elsewhere. Thankfully, those commenters are about to have their concerns answered.
Gina: Yeah, I guess you're right, Gia. You two must feel so proud that you finally put on your big girl panties and earned that oh so precious 15 seconds of fame on sites just like the one we're streaming to right now. Reminds me of when Selena Frost hit me in the back with a steel chair... wait, you had a front row seat to that, didn't you Melinda? And do you remember what came of it? Unless I truly am the stereotype that pretty women lack functioning brains, I believe the very next match I had after that saw me as part of the team that kicked your ass right alongside Clyde, who's definitely a much bigger threat in the most literal sense than Fiona is.
Gia: It's kind of funny that you two are trying so hard to forget that trios actually happened, or maybe you're coping with it by blaming Melinda and Clyde's failure on Alex Belmont, which... fair, the Shitigami Foundation are absolutely losers in every sense of the word. But can you blame us for laughing when you claim we haven't met a true test yet when your name is on the list of people who supposedly haven't “truly tested” us up to this point?
Gina: We've beaten Syren, we've outsmarted her so-called rival and the current U.S. champ Meghan Strader, we've humbled one-half of the so-called “best modern tag team in SCW” in Amelia Nevado, we embarrass Selena Frost on the regular, we've left big bad Xander Valentine laying not once, but twice. I could go on, but unlike you with the whole “fate” thing, it's not hot beating a dead horse. Point is, that right there is a list of some of SCW's biggest names right now, and not a single one of them have been able to get anything over on us.
Gia: Meanwhile, Melinda and Fiona have... um... damn, what have they even done, Gina?
Gina: They're undefeated just like us.
Gia: Maybe as a team, but Melinda's definitely been beaten before. We know, because Gina was part of the team that made it a reality.
Gina: They've held tag team gold immediately everywhere they go.
Gia: Cool, we did that in the only company that actually matters to anyone in SCW.
Gina: Pretty sure that's it... unless chat can think of anything we're missing?
Tons of comments come rolling in, but none of them seem to be offering anything that actually answers the twins' question. If anything, most of the comments seem to be hashtags supporting the Glimmers or claiming they're Boston's new favorite daughters and Fiona has been disowned by the city, a sight that gets the two of them laughing.
Gia: Aw, you guys are so sweet. Here, I think you all deserve a present.
Gia saunters over to the Christmas tree, ample ass swaying in that enticing way you can't help but feel your eyes drawn to, especially as she slowly and deliberately bends over and grabs a pair of presents. As she struts back over to where Gina's still standing in front of the fireplace, she hands her twin a present and the two of them waste no time in opening them. Inside? Their tag title belts, in case anyone was wondering where they've been this whole time, although Gia & Gina have added a festive little adornment in the form of a mistletoe tacked onto the center plates.
Gina: Well would you look at that? Guess we're on Santa's nice list this year because he's always gifted us the tag team titles that Melinda and Fiona want so very badly.
Gia: Guess that's fate for you, making it pretty clear that the only place these titles are spending the holidays is with the Glimmer Sisters, as it should be.
Gina: The Vision shouldn't feel bad, though. There's no shame in getting their asses beat by a superior team who knows they're far more blind than they let on. You can't help it when “fate” is in the driver's seat, can you?
Gia: But hey, we're not going to be grinches this holiday season. We're willing to offer you the hottest match you'll ever wrestle in your lives, along with a chance to understand just how pathetic the two of you truly are. By the end of it, not only will you not be walking out of Boston as tag team champions, but you'll understand exactly why you two were so easy to forget about when you were never a blip on the radar compared to the far bigger and more entertaining names we've been screwing with lately.
Gina: And Clyde can start questioning his little ménage à trois with the two of you once he sees the two of you pucker up, because we're putting you both under the mistletoe and giving you the chance to kiss something that fate's lips are all too familiar with.
With grins and chuckles, the twins turn their backs to us once again, and we can see them putting their tag team titles around their waists... except, the belts are intentionally backwards, which puts the center plates, and the mistletoes attached to them, right above those thick, juicy peaches. To make absolutely sure The Vision get the hint, Gia & Gina even let their Red Sox jerseys slide off their bodies at this point, leaving them naked from the waist-up and the view from behind unobstructed as she glance back at us.
Gina: Be sure to like, comment and subscribe to these asses, bitches, and we'll see you two at Shattered Reality.
Gia: And bring some chap stick, because if your lips are crusty when they meet my cheeks, I'm knocking someone's teeth out.
With a pair of seductive winks to punctuate the scene, the stream suddenly comes to an end.
*~*~*~*
Lucian: Stream's done! Fucking hot stuff, mates.
As soon as Lucian gave the word, the tech crew for Cirque du Sins immediately got to work tearing down the little holiday set that had been erected in this otherwise abandoned warehouse. Gia & Gina had been the ones who came up with the idea to livestream what they had to say to The Vision on the circus's social media accounts, mostly to try and shove it down Melinda's throat that they were far better influencers than her without even trying, or having their own accounts for that matter. Needless to say, it had worked out perfectly judging by the numbers and comments.
Gina: Did you expect anything less Lucian?
Gia: Seriously, one flash of our tits or asses and people become hypnotized.
Lucian: You know I'd never bloody doubt you bitches. Talk about a great stocking stuffer for the Christmas season! Speaking of which...
Wherever the rotund ringmaster was hoping to go with this died in his throat as he saw the twins getting dressed again. Leggings were pulled on over the thongs and the bras were retrieved and put on along with the jerseys, which were properly buttoned up. It may not be that cold outside right now in Boston, but the twins weren't going to freeze their tits off heading back to where their circus was setting up shop for the next few days.
Gia: Sorry to put coal in your stocking Lucy, but we've already got plans.
Lucian: What fucking plans? You cunts don't have anything better to do until showtime tonight!
Gina: We'd love to stay and chat, but like Gia said: we've got plans. We'll see you tonight Lucy.
Lucian was left to have yet another meltdown over the embarrassing nickname the twins had adopted for him after Angel had started it. Gia & Gina weren't kidding about having plans, though, and those plans just to happened to involve Angel. Namely, combing through what they'd swiped from Antonio's office days prior to figure out what bound Angel to that dangerous dickhead and how they could set him free.
Gia: You sure it's a good idea leaving Lucian out of the loop on this?
Gina: He's already scared shitless enough around Antonio and his threats. Best to just let him worry about repaying the loan and let us have the balls to break this bastard.
Gia: Hopefully we can find something, because I don't know if I can go another day of seeing Angel try to hide-
Jordan: I swear to you, I don't know how it happened!
The twins had left the warehouse and were walking along the harbor on their way back when they heard that familiar voice. Jordan Saxton was hard not to recognize considering how much he had grated on their nerves truing to “tone down” their shenanigans for SCW television, but knowing he had somehow fallen into Antonio's clutches himself had them conflicted.
Antonio: I suggest you think a little harder then vato, because you know I don't accept non-answers.
That voice they knew even more, and the Glimmers looked about ready to shit bricks the moment it met their ears. Following the sound, they silently crept over to an alleyway between two other warehouses in this harbor, and their hearts about stopped at the sight that greeted them.
Jordan was being pinned to the wall by two of Antonio's goons, and the self-styled kingpin himself was leaning over the man, a gaudy custom gold and pink revolver pressed to his temple. Strewn about the alleyway at their feet were bodies... Gia recognizes the face of one of them clearly, as it's the face of the guy she spat her little tribute to Enigma into.
Antonio: I step into my office and I find that some very important documents happen to be missing from my filing cabinet. The only time I wasn't at Veneno this week was when I had stepped out to watch Lucian's star sluts in action. You were in charge that night... fill in the blanks. Now.
Jordan: I swear, nobody broke in! Nobody got backstage and all the strippers showed up, including those new ones you sent over.
Antonio: What are you talking about? I never picked up any new whores to add to my collection that night.
Jordan: I swear, they said you-
Antonio: I thought you were smarter than this Jordan. It breaks my heart to see that you let a couple of cheap floozies convince you to let them in so they could steal my shit.
Jordan: Wait, Antonio please! I love you! I'll do whatever you want, just please don't-!
Jordan's desperate plea fell on deaf ears as Antonio cocked the gun and pulled the trigger without a moment's hesitation. There was little sound, which told the twins he had a silencer attached to it, and they could only watch in horror as Jordan's lifeless body slid down along the wall once Antonio's goons released him, a trail of blood and brain matter painting the stone on his way down.
Antonio: Sorry Jordan, but I don't love anybody who fucks up on my watch. Clean this mess up.
Gia & Gina watched as Antonio holstered his revolver and stormed out of the alley, leaving his henchmen to dispose of the bodies. They wisely didn't stick around for too much longer... they were already walking on thin ice as it was, and they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt now that Antonio would absolutely kill them if they didn't plan accordingly from here on out.