06-30-2026, 07:48 PM
Some would call Taking Hold of the Flame a travesty.
Others would call it the biggest setback the Glimmer Sisters have ever faced.
As far as the twins themselves were concerned?
It was a minor inconvenience at best.
While it was true that Gia & Gina had strutted their sultry asses into Las Vegas with tag team gold around their sinful waists and intended to leave with SCW's top prize as well, that hadn't been their only goal. Regardless of the outcome of the actual match, the Glimmers had won as far as they were concerned.
They had taken the Light in the Darkness, arguably the purest paragons of wrestling in the entire company, and forced them to have to play by the twins' rules. Amelia & Luz were forced to strip down to their lingerie, with the twins even lending them a helping hand by switching their boring old choices for something far sexier and more befitting their team name, and they were forced to flaunt their tits and asses for the entire world whether they wanted to or not. Gia & Gina had told the world that in their eyes, Amelia & Luz were the only women on the entire roster who could truly compare to them in every way that truly made a woman, and those pure little souls were forced to finally stop hiding their delicious curves and embrace the temptation that only lust could provide.
Gia & Gina certainly couldn't resist that temptation.
To the point where maybe they'd also suffered from the sins of greed and pride on top of it.
There truly wasn't a doubt in the Glimmers' minds that they could possibly lose the Lingerie Showdown, especially when the first stage of it went exactly as planned. While Amelia & Luz had never looked hotter and honestly owed the twins a thank you for helping to bring them out of their shells, the fact of the matter was that Gia & Gina were the hottest women on the planet and the couple's desperate attempts to remain innocent had ultimately cost them.
Any further attempts to remain sweet little angels were quickly tainted when the Glimmers got to play as they spent every second of the actual match trying to get the lovebirds to lighten up and embrace the sinful fun that such revealing attire offered. Not only had Gia & Gina offered plenty of intimate moments with their own curves to give the two of them options to consider going forward, regardless of what happened with their relationship, but they could now confirm, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Amelia & Luz truly were just as stacked as they were, and every sinful touch of Amelia & Luz's tits and asses would forever burn themselves into the twins' memory whenever they needed something to really get themselves going.
If there was anything that soured the night for them, it was the fact that, infuriatingly, Amelia & Luz's words had rung true: in their desire to get the couple to lighten up and play right into their hands, they had maybe underestimated them a little bit. Unfortunately, that meant the couple now not only had a win on their resume they could pull up to shove it down their throats about who truly was SCW's greatest tag team, but Amelia ended up keeping her world title and she and Luz were now tag champions once again.
For now...
As Gia & Gina strutted their hot asses back over to the lot where Cirque du Sins had set up shop here in Sin City, all eyes were being drawn to them. How could they not be? The twin temptations hadn't bothered changing out of their barely-PPV-legal strappy lingerie after their match, only throwing on some of their own t-shirts that they'd totally, absolutely “purchased” from one of the merch stands. They restored some of the vibe by laying out Gavin's stupid personal security detail, then crashed the battle royal and not only got one last shot in on Luz as a warning to remember them by, but they'd also left their mark on everybody else as well, the cherry on top being crushing that dipshit Dexter's skull between their ample asses. They'd been booted from the arena immediately after, unsurprisingly considering how much of a prude Franky D. had proven himself to be, but this was their kind of city and they were absolutely owning all the attention they were still getting.
Gia: I'd call tonight mostly successful.
Gina: Most people wouldn't.
Gia: But when have we ever been “most people” sis?
Gina: Touche. I should be more pissed off about how our plan ended up playing out, but honestly? When we get back, the first thing I'm doing is stripping out of these straps and fantasizing that my fingers are actually Amelia's and Luz's.
Gia: Oh, same! And once we vent our frustrations in such a healthy manner, we start planning on how we take advantage of the rift that's clearly still there to get back our title belt bras.
While the twins laughed their asses off and began letting their horny imaginations run away with the fruits of their efforts tonight, they weren't blind to how things had played out at the end. It was true that for one brief moment, Amelia & Luz had managed to pull themselves together and operate as though there were never any issues in their marriage in the first place, but they hadn't missed the sight at the end when Amelia had strutted that big juicy peach of hers to the back with only her world title in hand, leaving both tag title belts cradled against Luz's tantalizing titties.
They were also well aware that Luz, while coming dangerously close, had ultimately failed to win the battle royal after they'd gotten done having their fun with it.
As much as they had practically lived a sinful fantasy come true despite the results going against them, Luz going on to win the battle royal would have actually created a giant problem. They were certain, especially after what they'd seen, that Amelia's sole focus going into the big show of shows would be the world title, and given how much of a boner Delatosso had for her being the face of “his” SCW, there was no way in hell he would let her be double-booked for Rise To Greatness. Had Luz become the one to challenge her, odds were that getting their gold back would've been off the table entirely if their bland boss had anything to say about it.
But Luz hadn't won... her dance card was free, and the Glimmers had a rematch they weren't going to hesitate in using. Sure, it would have to be without a lot of the sexy fun that tonight brought, but it may as well have been similar enough because Luz would likely have to go it alone, and without Amelia to save her this time? Her mask was going to find itself swallowed by their thicc booties and all that Glimmers would be gold once again.
Gia: Mmmm... Rise To Glimmer may not be quite what we'd planned, but we can still make it a night that no one in Detroit will ever forget.
Gina: No matter how smart Franky thinks he is, he can't deny us our rightful rematch. He'll throw Luz at us like fresh meat to hungry wolves just to keep her away from her precious honey bun, and not only will we take back what's rightfully ours...
Gia: We'll send Luz back to her wife a new woman, one who might actually be able to satisfy her cranky ass finally and get her to orgasm her brains out so she stops pretending to be a bitch when she clearly doesn't have the dommy mommy genes to make it believable.
Lucian: What the bloody fucking hell have you two cunts done!?
Now, when Gia & Gina finally waltzed their way onto the circus grounds, they expected a lot of things. Even in defeat, they were expecting fanfare, a big sexy party in their honor, maybe even some praise from their ringmaster about how what they'd done tonight was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his otherwise worthless life. Given they'd not only tested SCW's boundaries once again, but also brought two women just as curvy and sexy as them into the fun despite them being amateurs at the art of sinful seduction, they should have been given a hero's welcome once the big top was just before them.
To their surprise, only Lucian Lurid loomed over them while the rest of the lot was far too deserted for their liking. And while their ringmaster's face was a bright crimson, it certainly wasn't because he looked ready to bust the fattest nut of his entire life. This was a Lucian who was clearly enraged, and the Glimmers were both confused and irritated that it seemed to be directed at them.
Gia: Uh, come back home after putting on the hottest fucking show anyone's ever seen outside of Cirque du Sins?
Gina: You're welcome, by the way. Don't know why you're all upset and yelling at us when you should be telling us how many pairs of pants you ruined watching the show, even if we don't fucking care.
Lucian: Don't know why I'm...? Have you two bitches not heard a single fucking thing I've said to you these past few weeks!?
Gina taps her chin, pretending to think harder than she really is about that question.
Gina: I guess we haven't. To be fair, I did cash in my trios contract and Gia and I were busy scheming and fantasizing about all the fun we were going to have with Amelia & Luz tonight.
Gia: And given we can't seem to recall a word of whatever you supposedly told us, then it probably wasn't that important anyways.
Gina: Now if you'll excuse us, we've got some quality time we'd like to spend in our trailer with our hands and our memories of-
Gina found herself shutting up as she and Gia tried to start heading to their trailer, only for Lucian to step into their path. None of their kinky talk even seemed to be working, as he wasn't sweating up a storm like the pig he was over the steamy picture they were painting for him and they couldn't even see the faint sign of a boner trying to make its presence known from beneath all his grotesque girth. Any attempt the twins made to try and move around him, including splitting up and trying to slip past him on either side, found itself blocked by a wall of bloated blob as Lucian was literally throwing his weight around.
Gia: OK, can you stop getting in the way of us fucking ourselves to forget about the bad parts of tonight? You're making me want to puke with how much you're jiggling like some freaky snowman made of jello.
Lucian: Abso-fucking-lutely not! As hot as whatever you two want to do sounds, I need you to actually listen so you can bloody understand the gravity of how badly your loss tonight just FUCKED us!
The twins exchanged glances, both of them stunned into silence for a moment. As fun as it was to mess with Lucian and rile him up, this wasn't “you bitches are annoying me, I need you to stop and shut up” anger. This was an anger they rarely saw out of Lucian... an anger they had only experienced once before, all the way back when they found out their ringmaster had been skimming hefty sums of money from their paychecks to make his loan payments to Antonio. Even then, they'd brushed it off, because they knew they were in the right to be just as upset about having their hard-earned money stolen from them because Lucian was the one who'd fucked up.
Now, though? Whatever had Lucian seconds away from literally exploding was something they couldn't find any ground to fight back on, and that was on them this time for being so caught up in their sexy schemes for tonight that they barely paid attention to anything or anyone else over the past few weeks.
Granted, they had done so not just because of the fun they were hoping to have tonight at Amelia & Luz's expense (even if they hoped the couple would eventually come around), but because it gave them a much-needed distraction from the bombshell Vincent had dropped prior to the fans' choice Breakdown that had rocked them so badly they were still using the raunchy fun they tried to force tonight as a distraction from addressing the information that the sociopathic porn director should never have known about them and yet somehow did.
Gina: Alright Lucy, what's got your thong in such a twist that you're being even more of a dick than usual?
Lucian growled like a dog about ready to bite, but ultimately just huffed and tried to recompose himself. When he did speak again, most of the rage had faded but his voice still lacked any of its sinfully jovial tone.
Lucian: Do you two cunts remember when Antonio and Vincent paid us a visit weeks ago?
Gia: Considering the unfortunate interaction we had with Vinny, we've been trying to forget.
Gina: Wait... I remember him saying Antonio was meeting with you about something.
Lucian: So you actually did kind of bloody pay attention. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Yeah, Antonio met with me alright. Gave me a lot of praise over how consistently I was repaying my bloody debt to him... that fake praise bullshit that even a bloody fucking idiot wouldn't be dumb enough to believe. Then the other bloody shoe dropped... told me he's got a strong feelin' you two bitches were sharing some of your SCW profits to keep our heads above water.
Gina: So what if we are? That's our money, we don't owe Antonio shit, and we choose to pass some along to you to keep his sorry ass off your back so we can keep the sinful show going.
Lucian: That may be true, mates, but no one's been as consistent with making these stupid fucking payments to him as I've been, and he bloody HATES that we may actually get out from under him soon if we keep this up. So while you two were picking who knows what kind of bloody issue with his mate Vincent, Antonio decided it was only “fair” to fucking DOUBLE the amount I owe him every month now.
Gia opened her mouth, a witty comment on the tip of her tongue, but the word “double” had her closing it again as this information finally, after weeks of apparently going in one ear and out the other, pierced the brains of her and Gina. Now, some people had gotten it in their heads that Gina was the smarter and more sensible of the pair, but that was only because Gia was more likely to be the first to embrace the sensual, chaotic energy of any situation that presented it (not that Gina wouldn't immediately follow her sister or take the initiative herself sometimes). Those idiots might be surprised to realize that Gia was every bit as smart and sensible as her twin and simply chose to play the more chaotic gremlin of the two sometimes.
Case in point: she knew how much Lucian had been paying every month to satisfy Antonio's unfair terms, hence why she and Gina had agreed to help share a portion of their wrestling paychecks so Lucian wouldn't have to keep short-changing his employees, and until SCW came into the picture and the twins quickly established themselves as worthy of bigger pay days, that hadn't always been enough depending on business for the circus itself. To double that amount that Lucian had finally been able to pay with only the occasional skimming of paychecks...
Gia: There's no fucking way you can make that payment! Not unless this place does better business than it ever has before... or unless we practically surrender our entire SCW paychecks to you to try and help make up the difference.
Lucian: Now do you see why any desire to have a bloody hard-on right now over what you cunts did tonight got buried by how pissed off I am that instead of waltzing back in here dripping in gold, you've both come back with nothing?
Gina: Motherfucker... I know loan sharks are fucking predators in every disgusting sense of the word, but I'm pretty sure even they sign contracts and play by some kind of rules. They can be as fucked up as they want, there still has to be some legality to it.
Lucian: I did sign a contract when I first took that bloody loan from him to get this place going, yeah? Looked back through it too after he dropped that fucking bombshell on my lap. He can't legally do that... but considering how bloody below board he's conducted business anyway and the fact he's probably got the dirt to turn any courtroom into a fucking circus that puts us to shame in terms of sheer bloody insanity, we can't do a goddamn thing about it, yeah?
Gia: Yeah, no, I refuse to fucking believe that this glorified pimp actually holds all the cards at this table, not in the house that sin and lust built, the house that WE helped you put on the map and gave him any reason to even give two shits about wanting to seize this place if you can't pay up!
Gina: As I said, our pay days from SCW are OUR fucking money. We CHOOSE to give you a cut to help keep this place going because we LOVE getting to flaunt what we've got in a way that actually gets people cheering as much as it makes them cream their fucking jeans! That bastard doesn't get to try and tank you and Cirque du Sins just because he's all pissy that even without title belts wrapped around our glorious asses, we still rake in more money than he could ever dream of with all his illegal underground shit!
???: Oh, que lindo. I'm afraid that's where I'm going to have to disagree with you sexy little bitches.
Gia & Gina whipped around at the voice, hoping they were just hearing things because they'd gotten so worked up at the revelation Lucian had apparently been trying to share with them for weeks. Unfortunately, reality had chosen to be a cruel bitch on this night.
Antonio's wicked grin greeted them from the entrance to the lot that Cirque du Sins had built itself into here in Las Vegas, and while he wasn't flashing that gaudy revolver of his, the way he had his hip cocked and his hand under his excessive white and red fur coat gave them the impression he wouldn't hesitate to draw it if he felt the need. As if to further stoke the flames, he'd also apparently decided to “accessorize” with several very sexy pieces of ass, of both the male and female variety, eagerly draped over him or hanging off of him like an entourage trying to form itself into a human robe. There weren't any sign of men who they would call Antonio's hired goons, but they did see Vincent standing not too far behind Antonio, giving them an innocent wave that clashed entirely with the shit-eating grin that only spelled trouble.
Antonio: Let me cut to the chase, chicas: you two cost me a lot of money tonight, and you're going to be paying me back... one way or another.
Others would call it the biggest setback the Glimmer Sisters have ever faced.
As far as the twins themselves were concerned?
It was a minor inconvenience at best.
While it was true that Gia & Gina had strutted their sultry asses into Las Vegas with tag team gold around their sinful waists and intended to leave with SCW's top prize as well, that hadn't been their only goal. Regardless of the outcome of the actual match, the Glimmers had won as far as they were concerned.
They had taken the Light in the Darkness, arguably the purest paragons of wrestling in the entire company, and forced them to have to play by the twins' rules. Amelia & Luz were forced to strip down to their lingerie, with the twins even lending them a helping hand by switching their boring old choices for something far sexier and more befitting their team name, and they were forced to flaunt their tits and asses for the entire world whether they wanted to or not. Gia & Gina had told the world that in their eyes, Amelia & Luz were the only women on the entire roster who could truly compare to them in every way that truly made a woman, and those pure little souls were forced to finally stop hiding their delicious curves and embrace the temptation that only lust could provide.
Gia & Gina certainly couldn't resist that temptation.
To the point where maybe they'd also suffered from the sins of greed and pride on top of it.
There truly wasn't a doubt in the Glimmers' minds that they could possibly lose the Lingerie Showdown, especially when the first stage of it went exactly as planned. While Amelia & Luz had never looked hotter and honestly owed the twins a thank you for helping to bring them out of their shells, the fact of the matter was that Gia & Gina were the hottest women on the planet and the couple's desperate attempts to remain innocent had ultimately cost them.
Any further attempts to remain sweet little angels were quickly tainted when the Glimmers got to play as they spent every second of the actual match trying to get the lovebirds to lighten up and embrace the sinful fun that such revealing attire offered. Not only had Gia & Gina offered plenty of intimate moments with their own curves to give the two of them options to consider going forward, regardless of what happened with their relationship, but they could now confirm, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Amelia & Luz truly were just as stacked as they were, and every sinful touch of Amelia & Luz's tits and asses would forever burn themselves into the twins' memory whenever they needed something to really get themselves going.
If there was anything that soured the night for them, it was the fact that, infuriatingly, Amelia & Luz's words had rung true: in their desire to get the couple to lighten up and play right into their hands, they had maybe underestimated them a little bit. Unfortunately, that meant the couple now not only had a win on their resume they could pull up to shove it down their throats about who truly was SCW's greatest tag team, but Amelia ended up keeping her world title and she and Luz were now tag champions once again.
For now...
As Gia & Gina strutted their hot asses back over to the lot where Cirque du Sins had set up shop here in Sin City, all eyes were being drawn to them. How could they not be? The twin temptations hadn't bothered changing out of their barely-PPV-legal strappy lingerie after their match, only throwing on some of their own t-shirts that they'd totally, absolutely “purchased” from one of the merch stands. They restored some of the vibe by laying out Gavin's stupid personal security detail, then crashed the battle royal and not only got one last shot in on Luz as a warning to remember them by, but they'd also left their mark on everybody else as well, the cherry on top being crushing that dipshit Dexter's skull between their ample asses. They'd been booted from the arena immediately after, unsurprisingly considering how much of a prude Franky D. had proven himself to be, but this was their kind of city and they were absolutely owning all the attention they were still getting.
Gia: I'd call tonight mostly successful.
Gina: Most people wouldn't.
Gia: But when have we ever been “most people” sis?
Gina: Touche. I should be more pissed off about how our plan ended up playing out, but honestly? When we get back, the first thing I'm doing is stripping out of these straps and fantasizing that my fingers are actually Amelia's and Luz's.
Gia: Oh, same! And once we vent our frustrations in such a healthy manner, we start planning on how we take advantage of the rift that's clearly still there to get back our title belt bras.
While the twins laughed their asses off and began letting their horny imaginations run away with the fruits of their efforts tonight, they weren't blind to how things had played out at the end. It was true that for one brief moment, Amelia & Luz had managed to pull themselves together and operate as though there were never any issues in their marriage in the first place, but they hadn't missed the sight at the end when Amelia had strutted that big juicy peach of hers to the back with only her world title in hand, leaving both tag title belts cradled against Luz's tantalizing titties.
They were also well aware that Luz, while coming dangerously close, had ultimately failed to win the battle royal after they'd gotten done having their fun with it.
As much as they had practically lived a sinful fantasy come true despite the results going against them, Luz going on to win the battle royal would have actually created a giant problem. They were certain, especially after what they'd seen, that Amelia's sole focus going into the big show of shows would be the world title, and given how much of a boner Delatosso had for her being the face of “his” SCW, there was no way in hell he would let her be double-booked for Rise To Greatness. Had Luz become the one to challenge her, odds were that getting their gold back would've been off the table entirely if their bland boss had anything to say about it.
But Luz hadn't won... her dance card was free, and the Glimmers had a rematch they weren't going to hesitate in using. Sure, it would have to be without a lot of the sexy fun that tonight brought, but it may as well have been similar enough because Luz would likely have to go it alone, and without Amelia to save her this time? Her mask was going to find itself swallowed by their thicc booties and all that Glimmers would be gold once again.
Gia: Mmmm... Rise To Glimmer may not be quite what we'd planned, but we can still make it a night that no one in Detroit will ever forget.
Gina: No matter how smart Franky thinks he is, he can't deny us our rightful rematch. He'll throw Luz at us like fresh meat to hungry wolves just to keep her away from her precious honey bun, and not only will we take back what's rightfully ours...
Gia: We'll send Luz back to her wife a new woman, one who might actually be able to satisfy her cranky ass finally and get her to orgasm her brains out so she stops pretending to be a bitch when she clearly doesn't have the dommy mommy genes to make it believable.
Lucian: What the bloody fucking hell have you two cunts done!?
Now, when Gia & Gina finally waltzed their way onto the circus grounds, they expected a lot of things. Even in defeat, they were expecting fanfare, a big sexy party in their honor, maybe even some praise from their ringmaster about how what they'd done tonight was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his otherwise worthless life. Given they'd not only tested SCW's boundaries once again, but also brought two women just as curvy and sexy as them into the fun despite them being amateurs at the art of sinful seduction, they should have been given a hero's welcome once the big top was just before them.
To their surprise, only Lucian Lurid loomed over them while the rest of the lot was far too deserted for their liking. And while their ringmaster's face was a bright crimson, it certainly wasn't because he looked ready to bust the fattest nut of his entire life. This was a Lucian who was clearly enraged, and the Glimmers were both confused and irritated that it seemed to be directed at them.
Gia: Uh, come back home after putting on the hottest fucking show anyone's ever seen outside of Cirque du Sins?
Gina: You're welcome, by the way. Don't know why you're all upset and yelling at us when you should be telling us how many pairs of pants you ruined watching the show, even if we don't fucking care.
Lucian: Don't know why I'm...? Have you two bitches not heard a single fucking thing I've said to you these past few weeks!?
Gina taps her chin, pretending to think harder than she really is about that question.
Gina: I guess we haven't. To be fair, I did cash in my trios contract and Gia and I were busy scheming and fantasizing about all the fun we were going to have with Amelia & Luz tonight.
Gia: And given we can't seem to recall a word of whatever you supposedly told us, then it probably wasn't that important anyways.
Gina: Now if you'll excuse us, we've got some quality time we'd like to spend in our trailer with our hands and our memories of-
Gina found herself shutting up as she and Gia tried to start heading to their trailer, only for Lucian to step into their path. None of their kinky talk even seemed to be working, as he wasn't sweating up a storm like the pig he was over the steamy picture they were painting for him and they couldn't even see the faint sign of a boner trying to make its presence known from beneath all his grotesque girth. Any attempt the twins made to try and move around him, including splitting up and trying to slip past him on either side, found itself blocked by a wall of bloated blob as Lucian was literally throwing his weight around.
Gia: OK, can you stop getting in the way of us fucking ourselves to forget about the bad parts of tonight? You're making me want to puke with how much you're jiggling like some freaky snowman made of jello.
Lucian: Abso-fucking-lutely not! As hot as whatever you two want to do sounds, I need you to actually listen so you can bloody understand the gravity of how badly your loss tonight just FUCKED us!
The twins exchanged glances, both of them stunned into silence for a moment. As fun as it was to mess with Lucian and rile him up, this wasn't “you bitches are annoying me, I need you to stop and shut up” anger. This was an anger they rarely saw out of Lucian... an anger they had only experienced once before, all the way back when they found out their ringmaster had been skimming hefty sums of money from their paychecks to make his loan payments to Antonio. Even then, they'd brushed it off, because they knew they were in the right to be just as upset about having their hard-earned money stolen from them because Lucian was the one who'd fucked up.
Now, though? Whatever had Lucian seconds away from literally exploding was something they couldn't find any ground to fight back on, and that was on them this time for being so caught up in their sexy schemes for tonight that they barely paid attention to anything or anyone else over the past few weeks.
Granted, they had done so not just because of the fun they were hoping to have tonight at Amelia & Luz's expense (even if they hoped the couple would eventually come around), but because it gave them a much-needed distraction from the bombshell Vincent had dropped prior to the fans' choice Breakdown that had rocked them so badly they were still using the raunchy fun they tried to force tonight as a distraction from addressing the information that the sociopathic porn director should never have known about them and yet somehow did.
Gina: Alright Lucy, what's got your thong in such a twist that you're being even more of a dick than usual?
Lucian growled like a dog about ready to bite, but ultimately just huffed and tried to recompose himself. When he did speak again, most of the rage had faded but his voice still lacked any of its sinfully jovial tone.
Lucian: Do you two cunts remember when Antonio and Vincent paid us a visit weeks ago?
Gia: Considering the unfortunate interaction we had with Vinny, we've been trying to forget.
Gina: Wait... I remember him saying Antonio was meeting with you about something.
Lucian: So you actually did kind of bloody pay attention. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo. Yeah, Antonio met with me alright. Gave me a lot of praise over how consistently I was repaying my bloody debt to him... that fake praise bullshit that even a bloody fucking idiot wouldn't be dumb enough to believe. Then the other bloody shoe dropped... told me he's got a strong feelin' you two bitches were sharing some of your SCW profits to keep our heads above water.
Gina: So what if we are? That's our money, we don't owe Antonio shit, and we choose to pass some along to you to keep his sorry ass off your back so we can keep the sinful show going.
Lucian: That may be true, mates, but no one's been as consistent with making these stupid fucking payments to him as I've been, and he bloody HATES that we may actually get out from under him soon if we keep this up. So while you two were picking who knows what kind of bloody issue with his mate Vincent, Antonio decided it was only “fair” to fucking DOUBLE the amount I owe him every month now.
Gia opened her mouth, a witty comment on the tip of her tongue, but the word “double” had her closing it again as this information finally, after weeks of apparently going in one ear and out the other, pierced the brains of her and Gina. Now, some people had gotten it in their heads that Gina was the smarter and more sensible of the pair, but that was only because Gia was more likely to be the first to embrace the sensual, chaotic energy of any situation that presented it (not that Gina wouldn't immediately follow her sister or take the initiative herself sometimes). Those idiots might be surprised to realize that Gia was every bit as smart and sensible as her twin and simply chose to play the more chaotic gremlin of the two sometimes.
Case in point: she knew how much Lucian had been paying every month to satisfy Antonio's unfair terms, hence why she and Gina had agreed to help share a portion of their wrestling paychecks so Lucian wouldn't have to keep short-changing his employees, and until SCW came into the picture and the twins quickly established themselves as worthy of bigger pay days, that hadn't always been enough depending on business for the circus itself. To double that amount that Lucian had finally been able to pay with only the occasional skimming of paychecks...
Gia: There's no fucking way you can make that payment! Not unless this place does better business than it ever has before... or unless we practically surrender our entire SCW paychecks to you to try and help make up the difference.
Lucian: Now do you see why any desire to have a bloody hard-on right now over what you cunts did tonight got buried by how pissed off I am that instead of waltzing back in here dripping in gold, you've both come back with nothing?
Gina: Motherfucker... I know loan sharks are fucking predators in every disgusting sense of the word, but I'm pretty sure even they sign contracts and play by some kind of rules. They can be as fucked up as they want, there still has to be some legality to it.
Lucian: I did sign a contract when I first took that bloody loan from him to get this place going, yeah? Looked back through it too after he dropped that fucking bombshell on my lap. He can't legally do that... but considering how bloody below board he's conducted business anyway and the fact he's probably got the dirt to turn any courtroom into a fucking circus that puts us to shame in terms of sheer bloody insanity, we can't do a goddamn thing about it, yeah?
Gia: Yeah, no, I refuse to fucking believe that this glorified pimp actually holds all the cards at this table, not in the house that sin and lust built, the house that WE helped you put on the map and gave him any reason to even give two shits about wanting to seize this place if you can't pay up!
Gina: As I said, our pay days from SCW are OUR fucking money. We CHOOSE to give you a cut to help keep this place going because we LOVE getting to flaunt what we've got in a way that actually gets people cheering as much as it makes them cream their fucking jeans! That bastard doesn't get to try and tank you and Cirque du Sins just because he's all pissy that even without title belts wrapped around our glorious asses, we still rake in more money than he could ever dream of with all his illegal underground shit!
???: Oh, que lindo. I'm afraid that's where I'm going to have to disagree with you sexy little bitches.
Gia & Gina whipped around at the voice, hoping they were just hearing things because they'd gotten so worked up at the revelation Lucian had apparently been trying to share with them for weeks. Unfortunately, reality had chosen to be a cruel bitch on this night.
Antonio's wicked grin greeted them from the entrance to the lot that Cirque du Sins had built itself into here in Las Vegas, and while he wasn't flashing that gaudy revolver of his, the way he had his hip cocked and his hand under his excessive white and red fur coat gave them the impression he wouldn't hesitate to draw it if he felt the need. As if to further stoke the flames, he'd also apparently decided to “accessorize” with several very sexy pieces of ass, of both the male and female variety, eagerly draped over him or hanging off of him like an entourage trying to form itself into a human robe. There weren't any sign of men who they would call Antonio's hired goons, but they did see Vincent standing not too far behind Antonio, giving them an innocent wave that clashed entirely with the shit-eating grin that only spelled trouble.
Antonio: Let me cut to the chase, chicas: you two cost me a lot of money tonight, and you're going to be paying me back... one way or another.