Yesterday, 11:24 PM
Under normal circumstances, the thought of spring break would have the Glimmer Sisters dripping in whatever context your dirty little mind can think of to fill in the blanks.
Why wouldn't it? Beaches, being able to wear skimpy bikinis, if not nothing at all, plenty of people of all ages and genders looking to make some really questionable decisions they would regret way down the line? This was the proverbial paradise of debauchery that Gia & Gina thrived on, and considering SCW was hosting a special spring break edition of Breakdown live from the beaches of Panama City, Florida, there was absolutely no way in hell Lucian Lurid and Cirque du Sins were going to pass up this opportunity.
Instead of their usual shows under the big top, the sexy and sinful circus fun was presented in a manner that more resembled their annual 4th of July Carnalvale event, an open invitation that both made money and gave the performers as much freedom to indulge in whatever their horny hearts desired... so long as it was legal, of course. While Lucian's traveling freakshow of lust was morally questionable at the best of times, the man wasn't stupid when it came to keeping as much as he could above board so years of trying to build this little empire weren't destroyed because someone was stupid enough to get tangled up with the law.
Gia: Not that it hasn't stopped him from getting tangled up with the most vile loan shark that Satan ever shat out.
Gina remembered nodding and agreeing with that statement when Gia had made it after last year's Carnalvale success and all the sinful fun they'd indulged in back then, and considering how much more disgustingly true that sentiment had become since, it actually had the twins more nervous than excited to be back in Florida. Granted, Panama City Beach was practically on the other side of the state from Miami, where the aforementioned spawn of Satan settled in for the heart of his own “very questionable on all fronts” empire, but considering how far Antonio's reach seemed to be, they were on pins and needles knowing it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd strolled into town like he owned the beach to crash the party.
Or ruin whatever fun the twins were absolutely planning for this very special Breakdown coming up in a few days.
As a whole, the twins would have to admit that things had been... less than desirable after A Taste of Things to Come. Losing their tag team gold, along with the big fat double champion's bonus they collected as a team, had absolutely put them in a sour mood, which had spurred their attack the very next show to keep pushing buttons in regards to Xander & Selena's cohesion as a tandem. Not exactly being booked to compete until now also hadn't helped, but the appearances they made had worked well enough to keep that SCW paycheck coming in so they could pass some of it to Lucian to keep trying to dig himself out of this diabolical debt he went and put himself and the circus in ages ago.
Gina: At least Jon enjoyed the free lapdance I gave him in front of a whole arena full of people last week when we made our little announcement.
Gia: And Devon's probably waiting for his so-called wife to serve him divorce papers after he admits my tits are definitely better than whatever she's trying to hide inside her tiny ass bras.
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they strutted along the beach, practically grinning at the entourage that had decided to follow them and was still growing for the sole purpose of watching their perfect peaches swaying to and fro in silver G-strings that were so thin you found yourself questioning if they even existed. Add in skimpy bikini tops that only covered the nipples (if you could really call it “covering” since they were see-through tops), and it was no surprise that Gia & Gina were drawing every eye they passed by and putting on a show without even trying.
If anything, it and their banter was the perfect distraction to keep them from looking around every five seconds for Antonio or one of his goons, as keeping a lively crowd around them would make any potential attempts at something that could cost them far more than just championship gold a harder shot to take, especially when you added in the various frat boys who tried to get in their way to show off as the twins danced around them in a way that both let them down gently but also promised they could get their wishes granted later if they just followed along.
While their Retribution plans were already set regarding their rightful rematch for tag team gold, no matter how much Selena was prepared to bitch and moan about both it and their honestly more-than-fair request for the titles to be able to change hands via DQ, this Breakdown would give them a chance to both regain some momentum and have a ton of fun while doing it as they embarrassed the Hollywood brothers for the... third time, if the twins were keeping track?
Gia: Can you believe those idiots technically own a win over Selena & Xander?
Gina: Considering they've never beaten us? Yeah, Selena's got no right to gloat anymore, especially when we called exactly how unsatisfied Her Royal Crabbiness was going to be at the end of all of this.
Gia: I think you mean Her Royal Crabass because that bitch is definitely going to burn instead of cook if she shows up to try anything this week.
Gia nudged her twin, laughing that haughty laugh that they knew grated on people's nerves, hence why they kept doing it. Gina just shook her head but still grinned at her sister's joke. As right as this should've felt, Gina knew she and Gia had grown used to strutting around with the tag team titles to do with as they pleased, and their absence was very much felt.
Of course, it could also just be the unease of everything else that the Glimmers were trying to ignore.
Ever since that moment where he'd popped up to check on them right before the last pay-per-view, neither Gia nor Gina had seen any sign of Angel, nor had anyone else proudly waving the freak flag of Cirque du Sins. Gina couldn't help but think that this would've been perfect for Angel to unwind and just let loose like the horny slut he seemed proud to be even when his “master” wasn't trying to make some sick show out of it.
Speaking of Antonio, the twins felt valid in their fears of him sneaking around and trying to take advantage of a crowd like this. They had been struggling to wrap their heads around Lucian and Angel's claims that Antonio could just slip through the law's fingers despite the extremely clear evidence he was a psychotic criminal, if not outright a disgusting human being in every sense of the definition, but sure enough, some anonymous calls digging for dirt right before they crashed the “celebration” for Selena & Xander's tag title win confirmed that any charges or warrants towards Antonio by the NYPD had been dropped entirely with no justification as to why, meaning he was still free to do whatever he damn well pleased up to and including abusing Angel (perhaps worse than ever before considering Angel had defied him to save their lives, the twins feared) and plotting ways to harass or enslave them, if not outright murder them.
Still, this was exactly why Gia & Gina always acted as though they were confident and in control, because displaying anything but would almost be a spotlight for people like Antonio to prey upon. This wasn't like Selena & Xander or the Hollywood boys where the worst they could lose is momentum or gold, so it was extra important to maintain that illusion even when they knew they had neither of those things in a given situation.
For that reason, the Glimmers had led their impromptu conga line towards one of the dance floors that had been set up, sauntering through their self-created crowd and grinding on anybody who was patient enough to finally be rewarded with a great big handful of booty and more teasing that would have you believing that plans for a full-scale orgy with the Glimmers at the center of it were very much in the cards for tonight. It was a decision that killed a fairly good amount of time before they had seemingly given everyone a taste of why all that Glimmered was truly gold and decided they needed to slip away to grab some drinks to keep their spirits high. The plan was never to get so wasted they would be lost or vulnerable, but a bit of a buzz was alright so long as they kept an eye out for one another.
Lucian: Well there's my bloody fucking queen cunts!
Perhaps Lucian shouldn't have been surprised when Gia & Gina spat out their drinks and caught him right in the face, considering he'd surprised them when they were already very on edge, and not the kind of “on edge” they liked. Then again, if the surprise hadn't done it, they certainly would have given him the stereo spit takes because a man as borderline overweight as Lucian Lurid wearing nothing but a speedo would have probably had half the beach covered in vomit if all these spring break party animals around them weren't very likely high or drunk or fucked up on some other substance right now as they let the party vibes carry their minds away.
Lucian: Really, mates? Not how I would've preferred to do shots of alcohol, yeah?
Gia: Fuck off, Lucy.
Gina: You deserve it for startling us, asshole. Not to mention that godforsaken speedo... where the hell did you even find that thing?
Gia: And why the hell did you think it was a good idea to wear?
Lucian: Well, fuck you cunts, too. What, your bloody ringmaster can't also get in on this spring break fun? Let's not forget that the horny heaven that is Cirque du Sins wouldn't even exist if I wasn't just as freaky as you and the rest of our bloody acts, yeah?
Gia & Gina groaned at what he had to say, but they weren't going to argue against it since he did have a point.
Gia: Whatever. Hey, bar guy! Two more cups, please!
Gia smacked the counter of the makeshift bar that had been erected, and the bartender went from annoyed to eagerly filling two more solo cups with golden foamy goodness once he got a good look at Gia. She leaned over said counter, offering him premium cleavage view, and kissed him on the cheek before she grabbed the cups and handed one to Gina before taking a big gulp of her own.
Lucian: Christ on a fucking cracker, I don't think I've ever seen you two like this, and I've known you bitches for how many years now?
Gina: Can you blame us, Lucian? Yeah, we're trying to party and relax and spring break it up before we see how far we can push SCW's censors this week in particular, but you also remember where we're at, right?
Lucian let out an understanding sigh as he grabbed a huge wad of napkins from the bar, flipping the bartender the bird in response to his annoyed look, before wiping his face off.
Lucian: Look, I get it. You went and fucked with Antonio, and now that you know I was unfortunately right on the bloody fucking money, you're worried he's going to try something, yeah?
Gia: Bingo, Lucy.
Lucian snarled for a moment at the unfortunate nickname he still loathed.
Lucian: I'm not gonna stand here and say “I bloody fucking told you cunts so” because I'm not exactly in any position to be gloating 'bout it myself, but I was personally assured when I made my payment to keep him off our backs for the month that he was gonna do just that and leave us the fuck alone, alright?
Gina: And how, exactly, can you trust anything that sleazebag says?
Vincent: Because he's not the one who made the promise. I was... and you can trust me.
Lucian and the Glimmer Sisters all turn their attention towards that smooth voice that got under your skin, and Gia & Gina found themselves face-to-face with Vincent for only the second time in the past month. Aside from missing the suit coat and button-up, Vincent looked exactly as he did when he rolled up last month to collect Lucian's loan payment on Antonio's behalf. If anything was drastically different this time, it was the fact that he didn't seem alone. Trailing behind him were several men and women in various states of undress, the only common connection behind the equipment they were hauling around that almost made it seem like he was having all of this spring break fun filmed.
Vincent: Evening Lucian, ladies. You twins enjoying your spring break before you put on a show in the wrestling ring?
Gia: Um... no offense, Vincent, but what are you doing here?
Vincent: Why girls, I'm shocked. I know I heard Angel mention you two recognized me and were even looking to do a little work for me once upon a time if ol' Lucian here didn't prostrate himself before you and kiss your asses to keep you all for himself and his circus.
Lucian: Oi!
Vincent: Oh, don't start, Lucian. I know premium porn star material when I see it, and these two are IT. Of course you'd want to keep them by any means necessary to keep your circus afloat. I'd have to be blind or an idiot not to see what these two gorgeous little gems bring to the table.
Gina: You still didn't answer my sister's question.
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the cautious hostility, but it didn't dim his grin one bit. If anything, the porn director almost grinned wider.
Vincent: Now now, there's no need for hostilities. As I said, you can trust me when I say I promised my dear friend Antonio would be leaving you alone for the time being. He may have worked out a little “arrangement” with the NYPD to remain a free man, but losing it the way he did on New Year's Eve? Well, that's just not a good look, you see. So he's taking some time to relax and get his head screwed back on straight, and he's asked me to take over some of his business dealings since I've got, shall we say... much thicker skin than he does.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, as if trying to silently figure out which was worse: the way Vincent tried to make some sort of sexual innuendo out of that, the subtle hip gyration he made when he said it, or the wink he flashed them after he finished saying it.
Lucian: Wait just a bloody minute! Are you filming my little sinful circus spring break shit, mate!?
Vincent glanced behind him towards his little camera crew, some of whom seemed to flinch back as Lucian snapped at them like a rabid dog. He looked like he was contemplating playing dumb, but ultimately just chuckled in that kind of way the twins knew full well from dealing with Antonio meant he was going to say something they weren't going to like but they were going to shut up and take it anyway, just because.
Vincent: Maybe I am. Believe it or not, spring break “fun” in the style of those old Girls Gone Wild porn collections is still a hot market for those horndogs who can't afford to make it out here. Sadly, a more common problem these days with the economy and all that noise, so I'm simply filling a hole in their otherwise pathetic lives and making a profit off of it.
Gia & Gina's hands tremble for a moment at how nonchalant that admission was as they lean in to speak low to one another so he doesn't hear.
Gina: I want so badly to call him out on this shit, but I hate how much of a point he has.
Gia: And if we did want to call him a creep for the voyeur videos, he could just turn it right back on us for the circus hosting this whole thing in the first place.
Lucian: Now hold on there, mate. I didn't give no bloody permission for any porn filming to be done while I'm renting this section of the beach for the week, yeah?
Vincent: No need. The whole state's pretty much given me permits to film wherever, whenever and however I please. Perks of being a... oh, what do some people call it these days online? Oh yeah, one of those bastards with enough wealth and hidden material to always get their way.
Gia & Gina couldn't hide the disgusted faces they made as Lucian fumed over trying to cut to the chase and being completely cut off.
Gia: What, you going to admit we can look up up online and find your name in the Epstein Files next?
Vincent: Ahahaha... cute, real cute, ladies. You of all people here shouldn't be afraid to bare it all for the cameras. I know you've done amateur porn and OnlyFans, I've seen some of the stuff you've gotten away with on actual FUCKING TELEVISION, ESPECIALLY going full nude at the end of that little KABLAMia show, hm? Oh, and let's not forget I did say I heard you two sweet little sluts considered coming to work for me once upon a time. I can go grab contracts right now if you still want Daddy to make you into stars that even your little wrestling promotion would be stupid to ever consider letting go of. What do you say, Glimmers?
As Vincent got deeper and deeper into what he had to say, he slowly stepped closer and closer to Gia & Gina, practically violating their personal space as he got right in their faces and looked seconds away from just reaching out and maybe trying to just rip their tops right off for his cameras to catch. If that already didn't get them slowly trying to back away from him, it was how completely unhinged he sounded at points, his eyes blown wide like he was trying to hypnotize them with his gaze, drool literally starting to trickle down his chin. A moment after he finally finished talking, though, he seemed to snap out of whatever spell he was under, clearing his throat and wiping the drool from his chin as he straightened himself out.
Vincent: Anyway, I won't take up too much more of your time today, ladies. Enjoy your spring break, kick some ass and look hot as hell while doing it on your little wrestling show, and know that if you ever do decide you're ready to show the world everything there is to the Glimmer Sisters, you can trust me.
Gia & Gina almost wanted to be freaked out at how unfazed Vincent's camera crew seemed to be as they just casually waddled after him once he took his leave, almost like a parade of baby penguins. Lucian looked like he was about to piss his speedo if he hadn't already, and for once, the Glimmers couldn't blame him. They felt the exact same way.
Gina: Gia?
Gia: Yeah, Gina?
Gina: Didn't Angel warn us that Vincent could be just as fucked up as Antonio is?
Gia: Yeah... I think he neglected to mention exactly HOW fucked up Vincent could be, because that's a whole new breed of psychopath I wish I never had to see again.
It was clear to the twins that while both of them were manipulative, conniving and smooth-talkers who could always get their way, Antonio was psychotic along the lines of a narcissist who thought he always held all the power and had the shortest fuse before he blew. Vincent, on the other hand, seemed more downright unhinged, which now had them pondering what kind of state they'd be in right now in an alternate timeline where they had straight-up left Lucian's circus over that old pay dispute and signed their souls away to this demented director.
One thing was for sure, at least: nothing Selena, Xander, or anybody else in SCW was fully capable of compared to the sheer terror of just how deep the Glimmers realized they were truly in this mess now.
Why wouldn't it? Beaches, being able to wear skimpy bikinis, if not nothing at all, plenty of people of all ages and genders looking to make some really questionable decisions they would regret way down the line? This was the proverbial paradise of debauchery that Gia & Gina thrived on, and considering SCW was hosting a special spring break edition of Breakdown live from the beaches of Panama City, Florida, there was absolutely no way in hell Lucian Lurid and Cirque du Sins were going to pass up this opportunity.
Instead of their usual shows under the big top, the sexy and sinful circus fun was presented in a manner that more resembled their annual 4th of July Carnalvale event, an open invitation that both made money and gave the performers as much freedom to indulge in whatever their horny hearts desired... so long as it was legal, of course. While Lucian's traveling freakshow of lust was morally questionable at the best of times, the man wasn't stupid when it came to keeping as much as he could above board so years of trying to build this little empire weren't destroyed because someone was stupid enough to get tangled up with the law.
Gia: Not that it hasn't stopped him from getting tangled up with the most vile loan shark that Satan ever shat out.
Gina remembered nodding and agreeing with that statement when Gia had made it after last year's Carnalvale success and all the sinful fun they'd indulged in back then, and considering how much more disgustingly true that sentiment had become since, it actually had the twins more nervous than excited to be back in Florida. Granted, Panama City Beach was practically on the other side of the state from Miami, where the aforementioned spawn of Satan settled in for the heart of his own “very questionable on all fronts” empire, but considering how far Antonio's reach seemed to be, they were on pins and needles knowing it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd strolled into town like he owned the beach to crash the party.
Or ruin whatever fun the twins were absolutely planning for this very special Breakdown coming up in a few days.
As a whole, the twins would have to admit that things had been... less than desirable after A Taste of Things to Come. Losing their tag team gold, along with the big fat double champion's bonus they collected as a team, had absolutely put them in a sour mood, which had spurred their attack the very next show to keep pushing buttons in regards to Xander & Selena's cohesion as a tandem. Not exactly being booked to compete until now also hadn't helped, but the appearances they made had worked well enough to keep that SCW paycheck coming in so they could pass some of it to Lucian to keep trying to dig himself out of this diabolical debt he went and put himself and the circus in ages ago.
Gina: At least Jon enjoyed the free lapdance I gave him in front of a whole arena full of people last week when we made our little announcement.
Gia: And Devon's probably waiting for his so-called wife to serve him divorce papers after he admits my tits are definitely better than whatever she's trying to hide inside her tiny ass bras.
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they strutted along the beach, practically grinning at the entourage that had decided to follow them and was still growing for the sole purpose of watching their perfect peaches swaying to and fro in silver G-strings that were so thin you found yourself questioning if they even existed. Add in skimpy bikini tops that only covered the nipples (if you could really call it “covering” since they were see-through tops), and it was no surprise that Gia & Gina were drawing every eye they passed by and putting on a show without even trying.
If anything, it and their banter was the perfect distraction to keep them from looking around every five seconds for Antonio or one of his goons, as keeping a lively crowd around them would make any potential attempts at something that could cost them far more than just championship gold a harder shot to take, especially when you added in the various frat boys who tried to get in their way to show off as the twins danced around them in a way that both let them down gently but also promised they could get their wishes granted later if they just followed along.
While their Retribution plans were already set regarding their rightful rematch for tag team gold, no matter how much Selena was prepared to bitch and moan about both it and their honestly more-than-fair request for the titles to be able to change hands via DQ, this Breakdown would give them a chance to both regain some momentum and have a ton of fun while doing it as they embarrassed the Hollywood brothers for the... third time, if the twins were keeping track?
Gia: Can you believe those idiots technically own a win over Selena & Xander?
Gina: Considering they've never beaten us? Yeah, Selena's got no right to gloat anymore, especially when we called exactly how unsatisfied Her Royal Crabbiness was going to be at the end of all of this.
Gia: I think you mean Her Royal Crabass because that bitch is definitely going to burn instead of cook if she shows up to try anything this week.
Gia nudged her twin, laughing that haughty laugh that they knew grated on people's nerves, hence why they kept doing it. Gina just shook her head but still grinned at her sister's joke. As right as this should've felt, Gina knew she and Gia had grown used to strutting around with the tag team titles to do with as they pleased, and their absence was very much felt.
Of course, it could also just be the unease of everything else that the Glimmers were trying to ignore.
Ever since that moment where he'd popped up to check on them right before the last pay-per-view, neither Gia nor Gina had seen any sign of Angel, nor had anyone else proudly waving the freak flag of Cirque du Sins. Gina couldn't help but think that this would've been perfect for Angel to unwind and just let loose like the horny slut he seemed proud to be even when his “master” wasn't trying to make some sick show out of it.
Speaking of Antonio, the twins felt valid in their fears of him sneaking around and trying to take advantage of a crowd like this. They had been struggling to wrap their heads around Lucian and Angel's claims that Antonio could just slip through the law's fingers despite the extremely clear evidence he was a psychotic criminal, if not outright a disgusting human being in every sense of the definition, but sure enough, some anonymous calls digging for dirt right before they crashed the “celebration” for Selena & Xander's tag title win confirmed that any charges or warrants towards Antonio by the NYPD had been dropped entirely with no justification as to why, meaning he was still free to do whatever he damn well pleased up to and including abusing Angel (perhaps worse than ever before considering Angel had defied him to save their lives, the twins feared) and plotting ways to harass or enslave them, if not outright murder them.
Still, this was exactly why Gia & Gina always acted as though they were confident and in control, because displaying anything but would almost be a spotlight for people like Antonio to prey upon. This wasn't like Selena & Xander or the Hollywood boys where the worst they could lose is momentum or gold, so it was extra important to maintain that illusion even when they knew they had neither of those things in a given situation.
For that reason, the Glimmers had led their impromptu conga line towards one of the dance floors that had been set up, sauntering through their self-created crowd and grinding on anybody who was patient enough to finally be rewarded with a great big handful of booty and more teasing that would have you believing that plans for a full-scale orgy with the Glimmers at the center of it were very much in the cards for tonight. It was a decision that killed a fairly good amount of time before they had seemingly given everyone a taste of why all that Glimmered was truly gold and decided they needed to slip away to grab some drinks to keep their spirits high. The plan was never to get so wasted they would be lost or vulnerable, but a bit of a buzz was alright so long as they kept an eye out for one another.
Lucian: Well there's my bloody fucking queen cunts!
Perhaps Lucian shouldn't have been surprised when Gia & Gina spat out their drinks and caught him right in the face, considering he'd surprised them when they were already very on edge, and not the kind of “on edge” they liked. Then again, if the surprise hadn't done it, they certainly would have given him the stereo spit takes because a man as borderline overweight as Lucian Lurid wearing nothing but a speedo would have probably had half the beach covered in vomit if all these spring break party animals around them weren't very likely high or drunk or fucked up on some other substance right now as they let the party vibes carry their minds away.
Lucian: Really, mates? Not how I would've preferred to do shots of alcohol, yeah?
Gia: Fuck off, Lucy.
Gina: You deserve it for startling us, asshole. Not to mention that godforsaken speedo... where the hell did you even find that thing?
Gia: And why the hell did you think it was a good idea to wear?
Lucian: Well, fuck you cunts, too. What, your bloody ringmaster can't also get in on this spring break fun? Let's not forget that the horny heaven that is Cirque du Sins wouldn't even exist if I wasn't just as freaky as you and the rest of our bloody acts, yeah?
Gia & Gina groaned at what he had to say, but they weren't going to argue against it since he did have a point.
Gia: Whatever. Hey, bar guy! Two more cups, please!
Gia smacked the counter of the makeshift bar that had been erected, and the bartender went from annoyed to eagerly filling two more solo cups with golden foamy goodness once he got a good look at Gia. She leaned over said counter, offering him premium cleavage view, and kissed him on the cheek before she grabbed the cups and handed one to Gina before taking a big gulp of her own.
Lucian: Christ on a fucking cracker, I don't think I've ever seen you two like this, and I've known you bitches for how many years now?
Gina: Can you blame us, Lucian? Yeah, we're trying to party and relax and spring break it up before we see how far we can push SCW's censors this week in particular, but you also remember where we're at, right?
Lucian let out an understanding sigh as he grabbed a huge wad of napkins from the bar, flipping the bartender the bird in response to his annoyed look, before wiping his face off.
Lucian: Look, I get it. You went and fucked with Antonio, and now that you know I was unfortunately right on the bloody fucking money, you're worried he's going to try something, yeah?
Gia: Bingo, Lucy.
Lucian snarled for a moment at the unfortunate nickname he still loathed.
Lucian: I'm not gonna stand here and say “I bloody fucking told you cunts so” because I'm not exactly in any position to be gloating 'bout it myself, but I was personally assured when I made my payment to keep him off our backs for the month that he was gonna do just that and leave us the fuck alone, alright?
Gina: And how, exactly, can you trust anything that sleazebag says?
Vincent: Because he's not the one who made the promise. I was... and you can trust me.
Lucian and the Glimmer Sisters all turn their attention towards that smooth voice that got under your skin, and Gia & Gina found themselves face-to-face with Vincent for only the second time in the past month. Aside from missing the suit coat and button-up, Vincent looked exactly as he did when he rolled up last month to collect Lucian's loan payment on Antonio's behalf. If anything was drastically different this time, it was the fact that he didn't seem alone. Trailing behind him were several men and women in various states of undress, the only common connection behind the equipment they were hauling around that almost made it seem like he was having all of this spring break fun filmed.
Vincent: Evening Lucian, ladies. You twins enjoying your spring break before you put on a show in the wrestling ring?
Gia: Um... no offense, Vincent, but what are you doing here?
Vincent: Why girls, I'm shocked. I know I heard Angel mention you two recognized me and were even looking to do a little work for me once upon a time if ol' Lucian here didn't prostrate himself before you and kiss your asses to keep you all for himself and his circus.
Lucian: Oi!
Vincent: Oh, don't start, Lucian. I know premium porn star material when I see it, and these two are IT. Of course you'd want to keep them by any means necessary to keep your circus afloat. I'd have to be blind or an idiot not to see what these two gorgeous little gems bring to the table.
Gina: You still didn't answer my sister's question.
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the cautious hostility, but it didn't dim his grin one bit. If anything, the porn director almost grinned wider.
Vincent: Now now, there's no need for hostilities. As I said, you can trust me when I say I promised my dear friend Antonio would be leaving you alone for the time being. He may have worked out a little “arrangement” with the NYPD to remain a free man, but losing it the way he did on New Year's Eve? Well, that's just not a good look, you see. So he's taking some time to relax and get his head screwed back on straight, and he's asked me to take over some of his business dealings since I've got, shall we say... much thicker skin than he does.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, as if trying to silently figure out which was worse: the way Vincent tried to make some sort of sexual innuendo out of that, the subtle hip gyration he made when he said it, or the wink he flashed them after he finished saying it.
Lucian: Wait just a bloody minute! Are you filming my little sinful circus spring break shit, mate!?
Vincent glanced behind him towards his little camera crew, some of whom seemed to flinch back as Lucian snapped at them like a rabid dog. He looked like he was contemplating playing dumb, but ultimately just chuckled in that kind of way the twins knew full well from dealing with Antonio meant he was going to say something they weren't going to like but they were going to shut up and take it anyway, just because.
Vincent: Maybe I am. Believe it or not, spring break “fun” in the style of those old Girls Gone Wild porn collections is still a hot market for those horndogs who can't afford to make it out here. Sadly, a more common problem these days with the economy and all that noise, so I'm simply filling a hole in their otherwise pathetic lives and making a profit off of it.
Gia & Gina's hands tremble for a moment at how nonchalant that admission was as they lean in to speak low to one another so he doesn't hear.
Gina: I want so badly to call him out on this shit, but I hate how much of a point he has.
Gia: And if we did want to call him a creep for the voyeur videos, he could just turn it right back on us for the circus hosting this whole thing in the first place.
Lucian: Now hold on there, mate. I didn't give no bloody permission for any porn filming to be done while I'm renting this section of the beach for the week, yeah?
Vincent: No need. The whole state's pretty much given me permits to film wherever, whenever and however I please. Perks of being a... oh, what do some people call it these days online? Oh yeah, one of those bastards with enough wealth and hidden material to always get their way.
Gia & Gina couldn't hide the disgusted faces they made as Lucian fumed over trying to cut to the chase and being completely cut off.
Gia: What, you going to admit we can look up up online and find your name in the Epstein Files next?
Vincent: Ahahaha... cute, real cute, ladies. You of all people here shouldn't be afraid to bare it all for the cameras. I know you've done amateur porn and OnlyFans, I've seen some of the stuff you've gotten away with on actual FUCKING TELEVISION, ESPECIALLY going full nude at the end of that little KABLAMia show, hm? Oh, and let's not forget I did say I heard you two sweet little sluts considered coming to work for me once upon a time. I can go grab contracts right now if you still want Daddy to make you into stars that even your little wrestling promotion would be stupid to ever consider letting go of. What do you say, Glimmers?
As Vincent got deeper and deeper into what he had to say, he slowly stepped closer and closer to Gia & Gina, practically violating their personal space as he got right in their faces and looked seconds away from just reaching out and maybe trying to just rip their tops right off for his cameras to catch. If that already didn't get them slowly trying to back away from him, it was how completely unhinged he sounded at points, his eyes blown wide like he was trying to hypnotize them with his gaze, drool literally starting to trickle down his chin. A moment after he finally finished talking, though, he seemed to snap out of whatever spell he was under, clearing his throat and wiping the drool from his chin as he straightened himself out.
Vincent: Anyway, I won't take up too much more of your time today, ladies. Enjoy your spring break, kick some ass and look hot as hell while doing it on your little wrestling show, and know that if you ever do decide you're ready to show the world everything there is to the Glimmer Sisters, you can trust me.
Gia & Gina almost wanted to be freaked out at how unfazed Vincent's camera crew seemed to be as they just casually waddled after him once he took his leave, almost like a parade of baby penguins. Lucian looked like he was about to piss his speedo if he hadn't already, and for once, the Glimmers couldn't blame him. They felt the exact same way.
Gina: Gia?
Gia: Yeah, Gina?
Gina: Didn't Angel warn us that Vincent could be just as fucked up as Antonio is?
Gia: Yeah... I think he neglected to mention exactly HOW fucked up Vincent could be, because that's a whole new breed of psychopath I wish I never had to see again.
It was clear to the twins that while both of them were manipulative, conniving and smooth-talkers who could always get their way, Antonio was psychotic along the lines of a narcissist who thought he always held all the power and had the shortest fuse before he blew. Vincent, on the other hand, seemed more downright unhinged, which now had them pondering what kind of state they'd be in right now in an alternate timeline where they had straight-up left Lucian's circus over that old pay dispute and signed their souls away to this demented director.
One thing was for sure, at least: nothing Selena, Xander, or anybody else in SCW was fully capable of compared to the sheer terror of just how deep the Glimmers realized they were truly in this mess now.