07-01-2026, 10:51 PM
When they thought back on this moment later, Gia & Gina honestly shouldn't have been surprised that Antonio was in Las Vegas.
If he didn't have enough deranged tendencies that screamed “Florida Man” he would've been right at home in a city built around casinos, strip clubs and so much shady shit going down under the table that this may as well have at least been his second home.
Still, not since New Year's had they directly interacted with the psychotic loan shark, as Vincent had been acting as the middle man between both sides. Considering the last time they were face-to-face with him he tried to repaint their trailer with their own brain matter, the fact that the Glimmers' guard immediately went up was no surprise to anybody.
Still, for a man who just claimed the twins had supposedly cost him a lot of money, he only sounded annoyed at best. If anything he seemed far more amused... which made this whole situation even more unpredictable and had the twins' brains working overtime to try and get themselves at least one step ahead before all hell broke loose.
Gia: What the fuck do you mean we cost you a ton of money?
Gina: Last we checked, we were doing our other job tonight, and wrestling's got nothing to do with you.
Antonio: Hmmm... true. And given that you've got a new boss there who doesn't seem to appreciate you two the way I do, I just know he'd hate me. Of course, there are several ways I could fix that problem...
Vincent: Easy, Tony. It might be a minor inconvenience to you at this point, but any more shit with the law is going to get in the way of the fun we've got planned.
Antonio shot Vincent a slightly annoyed look, but Vincent's twisted grin never faltered. Instead, Vincent looked away and seemed to wink at something that had caught his eye... which is when the Glimmers noticed Angel was hiding behind one of the nearby trailers watching everything play out, though he looked about ready to piss himself.
Given his two biggest nightmares were not that far away from him, they couldn't blame him... even if they didn't know if they could trust him anymore.
Lucian: You... you two aren't here to bloody collect already, yeah? It's only the middle of the goddamn month, a-a-and you told me the doubled payment I owed wasn't gonna bloody start until July.
Antonio glanced over and caught sight of Angel as well, flashing him a toothy smile that was equal parts attempted seduction and malicious intent that had the drag queen flinch back in fear before he returned his gaze to the twins and their ringmaster, cocking his head a bit.
Antonio: Don't worry, my overweight amigo! Your terms of repayment aren't suddenly changing again. I'm fair with the loans I offer people, after all.
Gia & Gina scoffed at that, which only made Antonio chuckle.
Antonio: It does sound like you might have a little... problem though, given that your little cash cows here aren't... what's the term you hot little cunts used? Dripping in gold anymore?
Gina: We'll be getting back the titles we lost soon enough, asshole.
Gia: Not that it's any of your business anyway, dickface. We do with our wrestling paycheck as we see fit, and trying to punish Lucian and the circus because he's actually getting you off his back is clearly emasculating you because you know you can't keep him cowering under your thumb forever.
While he couldn't stop his eyes from ultimately drifting downward to the hint of juicy cheeks peeking out from under the shirts they'd thrown on, at least to keep himself somewhat stable, Lucian looked at the Glimmers like they were making a huge mistake. He knew how much they hated Antonio and weren't afraid to stand up to him, but given they'd almost died the last time they'd done this? He was starting to fear he might need to start planning changes to the performance rotation because he was about to be down his top act permanently.
What no one seemed to expect (except maybe Vincent as he just kept grinning away) was for Antonio to just start laughing. It was the kind of laugh that was equal parts amused and completely unhinged, heading more towards the latter the longer it went on. It was enough for the living robe of sexy men and women that had been clinging to him to actually let go and give him some space, and Gia & Gina couldn't blame them for being fucking terrified of whatever he could do in this moment. Truth be told? They were trembling a bit as well, and they joined hands behind their backs to try and ground one another as they hoped nobody would notice.
Antonio: Ohhhhh, oh, you chicas are as feisty and sassy as you are hot as hell! That's exactly why I just had to come all the way out here to Vegas to see your little show, and mmm, mmm, mmmm! What a show you two put on! You honestly have me considering looking into those two lovely little whores you played with tonight... what were their names again? Amelia... I know Luz means Light...
Gia: Don't even think about it.
Gina: Seriously, you fuck over enough lives just by living and breathing.
Antonio: Ohhhh ho ho, someone's a little protective. Are we just going to treat everyone like we do Angel now?
The Glimmers both growled and scoffed as Antonio just smirked and raised an eyebrow. Truth be told, Gia & Gina could care less about Amelia & Luz (aside from wanting to get their hands on them again and maybe try to get them in bed for the ultimate sinfully seductive foursome), but it didn't matter if it was them or anybody else on the SCW roster, none of them deserved a fate as terrible as anything this Latino lunatic could possibly do to them.
Antonio: Still, as much as I couldn't help but blow my load at the sexy little show you four ladies put on, I was hoping to see you delicious twins win it all. So much so that I just couldn't help but bet a quarter of a million on you to do so! Given that you were such heavy favorites, I had to make the payout worth the gamble.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, not at all liking where this was going.
Gia: So you bet big and lost because we got a little too caught up in our sinful fun?
Gina: Are you seriously going to throw a childish tantrum when we had no fucking clue you were going to bet on our hot asses in the first place?
Gia: Pretty sure that's why it's called a “risk” dumbass.
Antonio: Ehhh, true. Maybe it was estúpido to believe you two could actually get the job done when you had everything in your favor.
If this were an animation, Gia & Gina would definitely have veins visibly throbbing in their foreheads, but their annoyed glares didn't faze Antonio in the slightest. If their looks caused anything, it was Vincent pulling a phone out of his pocket and seemingly texting someone.
Antonio: Still... I'm not one to make bets or deals I know I'll lose money on, and you two made it seem like such a sure thing. Maybe it's not your fault, but you still cost me a lot of money by fucking up tonight, and since I know you'll be working so much harder now to try and get your belts back, allow us to give you a little... hmmm... incentive, shall we say?
Gina: Do you seriously think trying to blackmail us is going to make us cough up any cash we saved just to save your bruised ego?
Vincent: Oh, you two don't have to pay Antonio back out of pocket, unless you want to that is. Would end this show a lot sooner, even if that takes all the fun out of it. But I have just the perfect motivation to get those juicy asses of yours in gear.
Vincent proceeded to toss his phone to the twins, and as tempted as they were to just let it hit the ground and leave it there, neither one of them trusted either of these assholes even a little bit. Gia ended up catching the phone as she and Gina looked at whatever Vincent clearly wanted them to see.
And they immediately wished they hadn't.
Vincent had pulled up a picture he'd just been texted, and while the plain, unassuming house located in a suburb somewhere in the United States that wasn't worth talking about wouldn't mean much to anybody else, it evoked a very strong reaction from the twins.
After all... it was a house they'd called home for a good portion of their lives.
Vincent: Pretty nice place, isn't it? Antonio and I came across it and considered dropping by to, you know, say hello.
Antonio: Maybe see if whoever lives there might be able to recognize Gia & Gina Glimmer... or, should I say... Sara and Sandra-
Antonio was cut off as Gia whipped the phone at him, but he proceeded to swat it to the ground. Vincent just looked down at what had been done to his phone before shrugging and smashing it beneath his heel.
Vincent: Good thing I've got plenty of phones. But you two... you don't have as much as you'd like people to think, do you?
Gia: You're going to leave them the fuck alone.
Gina: If you even think of so much as talking to them-
Vincent: Play along, and perhaps we'll leave them living in blissful ignorance.
Antonio: I'm not even asking for anything I know you two whores can't do. I plan on indulging in a little more gambling here in the coming weeks... as long as you rebuild your lovely little winning streak, I'll make my money back, and we won't have any problems.
Gia & Gina wanted to tell them off, rush him and try to maybe end them with Antonio's own ugly ass revolver, but Antonio seemed to feel as though he'd struck a deal and his business was done. With a wink and a kiss that made them want to puke, he turned on his heel and began to strut away with Vincent chuckling right beside him. The erotic entourage that had been draped all over Antonio didn't seem to know what to do at first, but a snap of Antonio's fingers had them rushing after the pair as well, perhaps in fear of what might happen if they stopped playing along.
Like it or not, Gia & Gina were given little choice in the matter. To preserve the life they'd built for the sake of their own happiness, to protect people who had nothing to do with Antonio's sick desires, they were going to have to play along. In a twisted sort of way... he finally had the Glimmer Sisters right where he wanted them.
The very first thing we see is a close-up of a framed portrait. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly if you know who we're here to see well enough, the photo is one taken of the Light in the Darkness in their glittery lace push-up bras and thongs, tailor made to emphasize the tits and asses they've been ashamed to share for years. While anyone who watched Taking Hold of the Flame knows how embarrassed these two actually were, the photo was taken at an angle clearly meant to hide their faces, instead focusing on their asses as the Glimmer Sisters happily point at them and try to help emphasize through hand gestures just how big they are. As we pull back, we see more framed photos decorating a wall, all from the Lingerie Showdown: Gia & Gina shoving their own impressive boobies and booties into Luz's masked face, Gia spanking Luz, Gia pulling on Luz's thong caught at a perfect moment where some of her crack was briefly visible before she could fix it, the twins trying to strip Luz completely naked, Gia punting Amelia right in the cunt, the huge handful the Glimmers got of Amelia's ample ass just before they put her through a table, the way Gia was “seducing” Luz in the corner, Gina making a dazed Amelia spank Luz, Gina's getting a handful of Luz's lower lips, and plenty of candid photos that just show Amelia & Luz in the perfect positions to really emphasize just how stacked they've truly been this whole time.
It's a monument that many might find disturbing, but just as many of you have likely shoved your hands down your pants by this point, and you're not wrong for doing so.
With a rather thorough recap painted of their sinful night in Vegas told through photography, we pan back to find ourselves in what looks like a bedroom. One might think it feels a bit cramped, but given the underwater hues that paint a seductively inviting atmosphere and the fact that any other framed photos we see are of a familiar set of twins either celebrating SCW wins as only they can or caught them in the middle of some truly breathtaking acrobatic feats, it's not hard to figure out who this room belongs to and why it's so intimate in scale. Sure enough, the blinds covering the window are cracked just enough to reveal the sight of streets zipping past, confirming that this circus trailer is on the move. Being in transit doesn't seem to bother Gia & Gina, though, as the twins are happily lounging on their shared bed, dressed in the exact same strappy style lingerie we saw them in for the Lingerie Showdown. The delight in their grins is impossible to miss, especially as their eyes keep flipping between us, each other, and their questionable wall of memories.
Gia(?): Enjoy the show?
Gina(?): We know we certainly did.
Gia(?): Taking Hold of the Flame will be forever remembered as the night the Glimmer Sisters and the Light in the Darkness put on the hottest match in wrestling history. All you lucky sinners out there got to watch the four curviest, sexiest women on the entire planet strut their stuff for your viewing pleasure, even if two of them still don't seem as confident as they should in those titanic tits and ample asses they've been hiding. Amelia, Luz, babes... we need to run this showdown back at some point, because we weren't kidding when we said you two were made to flaunt what you've got.
Gina(?): I'm willing to bet those of you who aren't jacking off right now are confused, and that's OK. You're not wrong to think we'd be in worse moods... after all, we're laying here without any gold to tease you all with, and that was the one thing that soured some of our fun in Vegas. But Gia and I aren't going to lay around and mope about it... not when we still ultimately won. When we forced the purest, most wholesome couple in SCW to have to play our sinful games, got them to show off the goods they've been so afraid of sharing all this time, and even got to confirm for ourselves that for as stacked as we are, Amelia & Luz truly are our equals in proud womanhood? The pictures don't lie fuckers... that doesn't sound like losing to us.
Gia: And if you still want to harp on the result, don't forget: Gina & I still have our rematch, and given what we saw go down after the showdown was all set and done? I don't think Luz is going to have her wife to save her from our asses going full meteor mode on her masked face next time.
Gia (assuming as usual we're trusting the twins' word on who's who) proceeds to roll over so her huge juicy peach can become the thing our eyes immediately get drawn to, and her twin helps with this courtesy of a big old spank that makes it jiggle in such a hypnotically enticing fashion.
Gina: Luz, we know your dance card for Rise To Glimmer is currently free, and we know that we can give you so much more than Amelia clearly can right now. Keep it in mind, beautiful... assuming Franky doesn't keep being a prude.
Gia: Speaking of prudes, we're currently on our way to Kansas City... the one that's actually in Kansas, not the good one with that football team everybody loves to talk about. And we get to bounce back by beating a pair of prudes who you just know are real buzzkills at parties.
Gina: I mean, we all know what kind of hack Dexter Grant is. He hates us because we're hot, he hates us because we trend anytime we flash some dumb idiots who will eat it up every single time, and he hates us because we're trying to do something he clearly can't: help his little buddy Wendell gain some confidence with his crush and our friend Destiny.
Gia: My sis offered them the chance to really gain some confidence in their own skin before we found a much more tempting prize, and Dexy went and flipped his shit about it. We didn't think you were that jealous of Wendell's game, bud. But no, you're framing this as us messing with people you care about when it's just harmless fun meant to help them. You're trying to bury us beneath your stupid platform of “me good, social media evil” and we regret to inform you that your little revolution isn't going to be televised.
Gina: Nobody wants to watch it, nobody gives two shits about it, and if anything? The only reason anybody should care about you right now is because they envy you for being on the receiving end of the Asspocalypse when we decided to leave our own little mark on the battle royal. You can yap for ages in your little videos that no one's apparently supposed to see about how you're going to destroy us, but the only person getting rewired come Breakdown is you.
Gia: You, and your new little emo girlfriend that seems to think we're just some sad little girls led astray by society.
Glimmers: Awwwww~
Gia & Gina both roll over and embrace each other as they “aw” in unison, though it's far less sibling comfort and far more testing the line of forbidden intimacy in terms of how it looks. It's not long though before the two are laughing those haughty laughs that they know either get people hard or get them angry.
Gia: Scarlett Carsons, is it? Look Scar-Scar, you went on this whole tangent of no one really knowing us, yet somehow missed the memo that you're included in that list. But because you're high off the same shit Dexter's clearly smoking, you think you understand who we are better than even we do.
Gina: You spun this nice little sob story about how we're just misguided, that you can save us from this life... you ever stop to think that the only reason we're like this is because we fucking chose to be the most shameless, sinful sluts to ever wedge a thong deep between our juicy cheeks?
Gia: Nah, she couldn't possibly believe that sis. It fucks her whole narrative, just like anything we do fucks Dexter's whole narrative about us being a disgrace that keeps people hooked to this dumb machine he invented to give himself an imaginary enemy to destroy so he doesn't sound like such a Looney Tune.
Gina: You two really do deserve each other. Weave your webs to make yourselves out to be the heroes of your own delusions, but you're going to find out the hard way Scar-Scar that some people just choose to exploit others for their own personal gain. And Gia and I? We've spent years making an art form out of it.
Gia: When we say we're lust incarnate, it's not because someone gave us a script to read from or an algorithm to play to. It's the sole reason the great goddess above put us on this earth, and we're more than happy to be the walking temptation that no one could ever get enough of. We're not hiding from our mistakes like Scarlett or Dexter... we reinvented ourselves into the women we were always destined to be.
Gina: And come Thursday night? Cirque du Sins is rolling into town to offer every temptation your horny little freaks could ever indulge in. And if you boys and girls are good enough?
Gia: Maybe we'll go play with Luz again, or even Gavin's little friends, before we strut these big juicy peaches down to the ring.
Gina: And proceed to bury Dexter and Scarlett in an avalanche of tits and asses that will suffocate them so much it'll finally shut them up.
Gia: That's our treat for all of you...
Gina: ...and the nightmare come true for the Anti-Social Assholes.
Gia & Gina laugh one more time before they proceed to blow us a pair of kisses. Their attention then turns back to the wall of photos from the Lingerie Showdown, almost as if mentally reliving the night as their hands start to move in a way that easily explains why there's an abrupt cut to black.
If he didn't have enough deranged tendencies that screamed “Florida Man” he would've been right at home in a city built around casinos, strip clubs and so much shady shit going down under the table that this may as well have at least been his second home.
Still, not since New Year's had they directly interacted with the psychotic loan shark, as Vincent had been acting as the middle man between both sides. Considering the last time they were face-to-face with him he tried to repaint their trailer with their own brain matter, the fact that the Glimmers' guard immediately went up was no surprise to anybody.
Still, for a man who just claimed the twins had supposedly cost him a lot of money, he only sounded annoyed at best. If anything he seemed far more amused... which made this whole situation even more unpredictable and had the twins' brains working overtime to try and get themselves at least one step ahead before all hell broke loose.
Gia: What the fuck do you mean we cost you a ton of money?
Gina: Last we checked, we were doing our other job tonight, and wrestling's got nothing to do with you.
Antonio: Hmmm... true. And given that you've got a new boss there who doesn't seem to appreciate you two the way I do, I just know he'd hate me. Of course, there are several ways I could fix that problem...
Vincent: Easy, Tony. It might be a minor inconvenience to you at this point, but any more shit with the law is going to get in the way of the fun we've got planned.
Antonio shot Vincent a slightly annoyed look, but Vincent's twisted grin never faltered. Instead, Vincent looked away and seemed to wink at something that had caught his eye... which is when the Glimmers noticed Angel was hiding behind one of the nearby trailers watching everything play out, though he looked about ready to piss himself.
Given his two biggest nightmares were not that far away from him, they couldn't blame him... even if they didn't know if they could trust him anymore.
Lucian: You... you two aren't here to bloody collect already, yeah? It's only the middle of the goddamn month, a-a-and you told me the doubled payment I owed wasn't gonna bloody start until July.
Antonio glanced over and caught sight of Angel as well, flashing him a toothy smile that was equal parts attempted seduction and malicious intent that had the drag queen flinch back in fear before he returned his gaze to the twins and their ringmaster, cocking his head a bit.
Antonio: Don't worry, my overweight amigo! Your terms of repayment aren't suddenly changing again. I'm fair with the loans I offer people, after all.
Gia & Gina scoffed at that, which only made Antonio chuckle.
Antonio: It does sound like you might have a little... problem though, given that your little cash cows here aren't... what's the term you hot little cunts used? Dripping in gold anymore?
Gina: We'll be getting back the titles we lost soon enough, asshole.
Gia: Not that it's any of your business anyway, dickface. We do with our wrestling paycheck as we see fit, and trying to punish Lucian and the circus because he's actually getting you off his back is clearly emasculating you because you know you can't keep him cowering under your thumb forever.
While he couldn't stop his eyes from ultimately drifting downward to the hint of juicy cheeks peeking out from under the shirts they'd thrown on, at least to keep himself somewhat stable, Lucian looked at the Glimmers like they were making a huge mistake. He knew how much they hated Antonio and weren't afraid to stand up to him, but given they'd almost died the last time they'd done this? He was starting to fear he might need to start planning changes to the performance rotation because he was about to be down his top act permanently.
What no one seemed to expect (except maybe Vincent as he just kept grinning away) was for Antonio to just start laughing. It was the kind of laugh that was equal parts amused and completely unhinged, heading more towards the latter the longer it went on. It was enough for the living robe of sexy men and women that had been clinging to him to actually let go and give him some space, and Gia & Gina couldn't blame them for being fucking terrified of whatever he could do in this moment. Truth be told? They were trembling a bit as well, and they joined hands behind their backs to try and ground one another as they hoped nobody would notice.
Antonio: Ohhhhh, oh, you chicas are as feisty and sassy as you are hot as hell! That's exactly why I just had to come all the way out here to Vegas to see your little show, and mmm, mmm, mmmm! What a show you two put on! You honestly have me considering looking into those two lovely little whores you played with tonight... what were their names again? Amelia... I know Luz means Light...
Gia: Don't even think about it.
Gina: Seriously, you fuck over enough lives just by living and breathing.
Antonio: Ohhhh ho ho, someone's a little protective. Are we just going to treat everyone like we do Angel now?
The Glimmers both growled and scoffed as Antonio just smirked and raised an eyebrow. Truth be told, Gia & Gina could care less about Amelia & Luz (aside from wanting to get their hands on them again and maybe try to get them in bed for the ultimate sinfully seductive foursome), but it didn't matter if it was them or anybody else on the SCW roster, none of them deserved a fate as terrible as anything this Latino lunatic could possibly do to them.
Antonio: Still, as much as I couldn't help but blow my load at the sexy little show you four ladies put on, I was hoping to see you delicious twins win it all. So much so that I just couldn't help but bet a quarter of a million on you to do so! Given that you were such heavy favorites, I had to make the payout worth the gamble.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, not at all liking where this was going.
Gia: So you bet big and lost because we got a little too caught up in our sinful fun?
Gina: Are you seriously going to throw a childish tantrum when we had no fucking clue you were going to bet on our hot asses in the first place?
Gia: Pretty sure that's why it's called a “risk” dumbass.
Antonio: Ehhh, true. Maybe it was estúpido to believe you two could actually get the job done when you had everything in your favor.
If this were an animation, Gia & Gina would definitely have veins visibly throbbing in their foreheads, but their annoyed glares didn't faze Antonio in the slightest. If their looks caused anything, it was Vincent pulling a phone out of his pocket and seemingly texting someone.
Antonio: Still... I'm not one to make bets or deals I know I'll lose money on, and you two made it seem like such a sure thing. Maybe it's not your fault, but you still cost me a lot of money by fucking up tonight, and since I know you'll be working so much harder now to try and get your belts back, allow us to give you a little... hmmm... incentive, shall we say?
Gina: Do you seriously think trying to blackmail us is going to make us cough up any cash we saved just to save your bruised ego?
Vincent: Oh, you two don't have to pay Antonio back out of pocket, unless you want to that is. Would end this show a lot sooner, even if that takes all the fun out of it. But I have just the perfect motivation to get those juicy asses of yours in gear.
Vincent proceeded to toss his phone to the twins, and as tempted as they were to just let it hit the ground and leave it there, neither one of them trusted either of these assholes even a little bit. Gia ended up catching the phone as she and Gina looked at whatever Vincent clearly wanted them to see.
And they immediately wished they hadn't.
Vincent had pulled up a picture he'd just been texted, and while the plain, unassuming house located in a suburb somewhere in the United States that wasn't worth talking about wouldn't mean much to anybody else, it evoked a very strong reaction from the twins.
After all... it was a house they'd called home for a good portion of their lives.
Vincent: Pretty nice place, isn't it? Antonio and I came across it and considered dropping by to, you know, say hello.
Antonio: Maybe see if whoever lives there might be able to recognize Gia & Gina Glimmer... or, should I say... Sara and Sandra-
Antonio was cut off as Gia whipped the phone at him, but he proceeded to swat it to the ground. Vincent just looked down at what had been done to his phone before shrugging and smashing it beneath his heel.
Vincent: Good thing I've got plenty of phones. But you two... you don't have as much as you'd like people to think, do you?
Gia: You're going to leave them the fuck alone.
Gina: If you even think of so much as talking to them-
Vincent: Play along, and perhaps we'll leave them living in blissful ignorance.
Antonio: I'm not even asking for anything I know you two whores can't do. I plan on indulging in a little more gambling here in the coming weeks... as long as you rebuild your lovely little winning streak, I'll make my money back, and we won't have any problems.
Gia & Gina wanted to tell them off, rush him and try to maybe end them with Antonio's own ugly ass revolver, but Antonio seemed to feel as though he'd struck a deal and his business was done. With a wink and a kiss that made them want to puke, he turned on his heel and began to strut away with Vincent chuckling right beside him. The erotic entourage that had been draped all over Antonio didn't seem to know what to do at first, but a snap of Antonio's fingers had them rushing after the pair as well, perhaps in fear of what might happen if they stopped playing along.
Like it or not, Gia & Gina were given little choice in the matter. To preserve the life they'd built for the sake of their own happiness, to protect people who had nothing to do with Antonio's sick desires, they were going to have to play along. In a twisted sort of way... he finally had the Glimmer Sisters right where he wanted them.
*~*~*~*
The very first thing we see is a close-up of a framed portrait. Surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly if you know who we're here to see well enough, the photo is one taken of the Light in the Darkness in their glittery lace push-up bras and thongs, tailor made to emphasize the tits and asses they've been ashamed to share for years. While anyone who watched Taking Hold of the Flame knows how embarrassed these two actually were, the photo was taken at an angle clearly meant to hide their faces, instead focusing on their asses as the Glimmer Sisters happily point at them and try to help emphasize through hand gestures just how big they are. As we pull back, we see more framed photos decorating a wall, all from the Lingerie Showdown: Gia & Gina shoving their own impressive boobies and booties into Luz's masked face, Gia spanking Luz, Gia pulling on Luz's thong caught at a perfect moment where some of her crack was briefly visible before she could fix it, the twins trying to strip Luz completely naked, Gia punting Amelia right in the cunt, the huge handful the Glimmers got of Amelia's ample ass just before they put her through a table, the way Gia was “seducing” Luz in the corner, Gina making a dazed Amelia spank Luz, Gina's getting a handful of Luz's lower lips, and plenty of candid photos that just show Amelia & Luz in the perfect positions to really emphasize just how stacked they've truly been this whole time.
It's a monument that many might find disturbing, but just as many of you have likely shoved your hands down your pants by this point, and you're not wrong for doing so.
With a rather thorough recap painted of their sinful night in Vegas told through photography, we pan back to find ourselves in what looks like a bedroom. One might think it feels a bit cramped, but given the underwater hues that paint a seductively inviting atmosphere and the fact that any other framed photos we see are of a familiar set of twins either celebrating SCW wins as only they can or caught them in the middle of some truly breathtaking acrobatic feats, it's not hard to figure out who this room belongs to and why it's so intimate in scale. Sure enough, the blinds covering the window are cracked just enough to reveal the sight of streets zipping past, confirming that this circus trailer is on the move. Being in transit doesn't seem to bother Gia & Gina, though, as the twins are happily lounging on their shared bed, dressed in the exact same strappy style lingerie we saw them in for the Lingerie Showdown. The delight in their grins is impossible to miss, especially as their eyes keep flipping between us, each other, and their questionable wall of memories.
Gia(?): Enjoy the show?
Gina(?): We know we certainly did.
Gia(?): Taking Hold of the Flame will be forever remembered as the night the Glimmer Sisters and the Light in the Darkness put on the hottest match in wrestling history. All you lucky sinners out there got to watch the four curviest, sexiest women on the entire planet strut their stuff for your viewing pleasure, even if two of them still don't seem as confident as they should in those titanic tits and ample asses they've been hiding. Amelia, Luz, babes... we need to run this showdown back at some point, because we weren't kidding when we said you two were made to flaunt what you've got.
Gina(?): I'm willing to bet those of you who aren't jacking off right now are confused, and that's OK. You're not wrong to think we'd be in worse moods... after all, we're laying here without any gold to tease you all with, and that was the one thing that soured some of our fun in Vegas. But Gia and I aren't going to lay around and mope about it... not when we still ultimately won. When we forced the purest, most wholesome couple in SCW to have to play our sinful games, got them to show off the goods they've been so afraid of sharing all this time, and even got to confirm for ourselves that for as stacked as we are, Amelia & Luz truly are our equals in proud womanhood? The pictures don't lie fuckers... that doesn't sound like losing to us.
Gia: And if you still want to harp on the result, don't forget: Gina & I still have our rematch, and given what we saw go down after the showdown was all set and done? I don't think Luz is going to have her wife to save her from our asses going full meteor mode on her masked face next time.
Gia (assuming as usual we're trusting the twins' word on who's who) proceeds to roll over so her huge juicy peach can become the thing our eyes immediately get drawn to, and her twin helps with this courtesy of a big old spank that makes it jiggle in such a hypnotically enticing fashion.
Gina: Luz, we know your dance card for Rise To Glimmer is currently free, and we know that we can give you so much more than Amelia clearly can right now. Keep it in mind, beautiful... assuming Franky doesn't keep being a prude.
Gia: Speaking of prudes, we're currently on our way to Kansas City... the one that's actually in Kansas, not the good one with that football team everybody loves to talk about. And we get to bounce back by beating a pair of prudes who you just know are real buzzkills at parties.
Gina: I mean, we all know what kind of hack Dexter Grant is. He hates us because we're hot, he hates us because we trend anytime we flash some dumb idiots who will eat it up every single time, and he hates us because we're trying to do something he clearly can't: help his little buddy Wendell gain some confidence with his crush and our friend Destiny.
Gia: My sis offered them the chance to really gain some confidence in their own skin before we found a much more tempting prize, and Dexy went and flipped his shit about it. We didn't think you were that jealous of Wendell's game, bud. But no, you're framing this as us messing with people you care about when it's just harmless fun meant to help them. You're trying to bury us beneath your stupid platform of “me good, social media evil” and we regret to inform you that your little revolution isn't going to be televised.
Gina: Nobody wants to watch it, nobody gives two shits about it, and if anything? The only reason anybody should care about you right now is because they envy you for being on the receiving end of the Asspocalypse when we decided to leave our own little mark on the battle royal. You can yap for ages in your little videos that no one's apparently supposed to see about how you're going to destroy us, but the only person getting rewired come Breakdown is you.
Gia: You, and your new little emo girlfriend that seems to think we're just some sad little girls led astray by society.
Glimmers: Awwwww~
Gia & Gina both roll over and embrace each other as they “aw” in unison, though it's far less sibling comfort and far more testing the line of forbidden intimacy in terms of how it looks. It's not long though before the two are laughing those haughty laughs that they know either get people hard or get them angry.
Gia: Scarlett Carsons, is it? Look Scar-Scar, you went on this whole tangent of no one really knowing us, yet somehow missed the memo that you're included in that list. But because you're high off the same shit Dexter's clearly smoking, you think you understand who we are better than even we do.
Gina: You spun this nice little sob story about how we're just misguided, that you can save us from this life... you ever stop to think that the only reason we're like this is because we fucking chose to be the most shameless, sinful sluts to ever wedge a thong deep between our juicy cheeks?
Gia: Nah, she couldn't possibly believe that sis. It fucks her whole narrative, just like anything we do fucks Dexter's whole narrative about us being a disgrace that keeps people hooked to this dumb machine he invented to give himself an imaginary enemy to destroy so he doesn't sound like such a Looney Tune.
Gina: You two really do deserve each other. Weave your webs to make yourselves out to be the heroes of your own delusions, but you're going to find out the hard way Scar-Scar that some people just choose to exploit others for their own personal gain. And Gia and I? We've spent years making an art form out of it.
Gia: When we say we're lust incarnate, it's not because someone gave us a script to read from or an algorithm to play to. It's the sole reason the great goddess above put us on this earth, and we're more than happy to be the walking temptation that no one could ever get enough of. We're not hiding from our mistakes like Scarlett or Dexter... we reinvented ourselves into the women we were always destined to be.
Gina: And come Thursday night? Cirque du Sins is rolling into town to offer every temptation your horny little freaks could ever indulge in. And if you boys and girls are good enough?
Gia: Maybe we'll go play with Luz again, or even Gavin's little friends, before we strut these big juicy peaches down to the ring.
Gina: And proceed to bury Dexter and Scarlett in an avalanche of tits and asses that will suffocate them so much it'll finally shut them up.
Gia: That's our treat for all of you...
Gina: ...and the nightmare come true for the Anti-Social Assholes.
Gia & Gina laugh one more time before they proceed to blow us a pair of kisses. Their attention then turns back to the wall of photos from the Lingerie Showdown, almost as if mentally reliving the night as their hands start to move in a way that easily explains why there's an abrupt cut to black.