08-07-2026, 10:56 PM
Many people assumed that everything they saw from the Glimmer Sisters was an act.
After all, how many women do you know who are so proudly addicted to flaunting their sexy bodies and trying to whip everybody around them into a horny frenzy?
The truth is that while there was an act going on, it wasn't what you probably thought.
Contrary to popular belief, Gia & Gina actually did enjoy flaunting their figures and drawing the gaze of every male and female nearby, and they truly believed they were the hottest people in any given room. When they proudly tell the world they're proud to be slutty sinners showing off everything they're packing, they mean it.
The real act was in how much they kept up the illusion of arrogance to hide their problems.
After all, if no one sees anything wrong, they can't use it against you.
Not that it seemed to stop certain individuals out there from trying.
The twins wanted to say this road to Rise To Greatness had been even more underwhelming than last year, but they knew that wasn't a fair comparison to make. Last year they had just debuted around this time and won two easy tag matches, and being booked for the pre-show made it clear that there were no expectations of them quite yet.
By comparison, this year they were coming off not only a world title bid in easily the hottest match in SCW history, but also the end of their second tag title run. What had seemed like a minor speed bump in the grand scheme of things quickly spiraled into chaos even they couldn't control. Their plan to simply use their rematch and either force Amelia to wrestle twice or Luz to defend by herself seemed to evaporate when old lady Glory stuck her crusty cunt into business she didn't belong in, probably sucking off Franky D. to get a one-on-one dance with Luz so he had an out to deny them their rematch.
Then they had somehow ended up having what should've been another easy win over a pair of social outcasts acting too smart for their own good thrown out entirely, which no doubt fed into Frank's desire to keep them away from championship gold at all costs and meant Dexter Grant especially wasn't quite off their list just yet.
Then Amelia's unwarranted ego just had to be checked, not by the Glimmers, but by the fucking Frosts of all people who were now in possession of their titles. They at least made it clear to Deanna, who seemed to be taking Luz's place on standing alone now, that they were taking their gold back sooner rather than later, but the fact that they were being denied another chance to have some fun trying to crack open the Light in the Darkness like the sexually repressed eggs they were irked them.
Perhaps the only things that seemed to go right for them lately were another easy money win over the European Fiery Nation, getting under the skin of Marie Jones to make it clear who the superior twins were around here, and “earning” themselves a chance to become U.S. champions in the process.
They could care less if the title was supposed to be a singles title, or that there were five other people they'd have to deal with to claim it. A ladder match was right up their alley, and as far as they were concerned, if they wanted to share that belt after they pulled it down, nobody was going to stop them.
Gina: You ready to teach these idiots all about the Glimmer Rules regarding championships, sis?
Gia: All that Glimmers is gold and none of these dipshits are ready for how we're going to play this match.
Gia & Gina were all smiles as they strutted around the grounds where Cirque du Sins had set up shop in Detroit, conveniently close enough to Ford Field that Lucian had taken full advantage of anybody believing it was part of the Rise To Greatness festivities. Needless to say, the past several nights of shows had made absolute bank for the adult circus, proving that despite Antonio's efforts to rearrange the terms of Lucian's loan to him and trying to forcibly lay claim to the twins' SCW pay day on top of it, Lucian and his menagerie of horny freaks weren't just going to roll over and play dead for the latino lunatic.
Still, the reminder of everything that loomed over their heads now soured the sisters' mood, as stressing out over it was why they had been even more annoyingly arrogant than usual, especially when the cameras were rolling.
Antonio frustrated the hell out of them, and they were getting sick of him. Vincent wasn't too much better, proving that he was basically Antonio but mostly more emotionally stable. They weren't surprised the two of them had practically become obsessed with Glimmermania the moment they caught sight of them... Gia & Gina were easily the kind of whores who could make bank dancing at one of Antonio's clubs while he indulged in any of his more illicit business dealings or make the greatest porn film ever under Vincent's directing skills. Their mere existence may as well be heaven on earth to the two most vile assholes they'd ever had the displeasure of meeting, and the fact they'd been so resistant to abandoning their love of the raunchy circus to play ball under either of them clearly drove them more insane than they tried so hard to let on.
But then there was the matter that truly pissed them off... a certain someone who didn't deserve to suffer under either man's twisted abuse, but clearly thought so lowly of himself that he was even refusing the help they were trying to give him.
Gia: You haven't seen Angel around at all lately, have you?
Gina: Not since our chat with him on that Miami beach three weeks ago...
The Glimmers were struggling to figure out where things stood with the drag queen who was as much a part of their circus family as he was a sex slave for Antonio. He had stood up to protect them when Antonio had tried to murder them outright at the end of last year, even knowing the punishment he'd endure as a result. They thought he'd genuinely tried to be a part of Cirque du Sins to create a better life for himself while still indulging in the kinky fun he clearly loved as much as everyone else here. But he'd also come clean about coming back and being in the rotation because he was meant to be a spy Vincent planted to unearth secret information about the two of them... a task he'd ultimately failed as the twins caught on, but info Vincent and Antonio had ultimately gotten their hands on anyway through a ghost of the past they tried to leave behind.
Gina: Wherever he is, I hope he's alright.
Gia: I... part of me wishes the same, sis, but... I also can't just ignore the fact that he still willingly crawled back to that abusive asshole and tried to sell us out to him.
Gina: I'm not disagreeing Gia... but I also understand where he's coming from. Fuck only knows how much worse things have gotten for him since New Year's, and if he's simply trying to survive...
Gia hissed, hating that her sister was right and feeling bad for Angel despite the fact that he'd almost sold them out to the worst people on the planet if they hadn't been careful. It was a complicated mess and required a nuance neither one of them was used to working with, but damn if they weren't trying all the same.
Gia: I just hope that Antonio and Vincent haven't done anything too terrible to him, because if I see those motherfuckers again, I'm... the fuck is all this?
Gia found her bubbling anger trailing off as she and Gina stepped into the big top and saw the center ring alive with activity. Considering they'd been putting on shows constantly and raking in the dough all week, this shouldn't have been surprising, but what threw them off was that this practice didn't seem to be for any routines meant for their usual show. No, given the way everyone was lined up and making the most out of small spaces they had claimed beside one another, this almost looked specifically choreographed for a much smaller stage, all under Lucian's giddy grin.
Lucian: That's it mates! Keep that bloody fucking energy alive, yeah? Remember we'll be in tight quarters and dealing with lights and pyro different from how we fucking do things here, so master your bloody fucking spaces like the proud sinful sluts you are!
Gina: Hey Lucy! What the hell's all this about?
Gia: And why the hell weren't we invited to the party?
Lucian turned to face his star attractions, and instead of looking annoyed like he usually might, he instead couldn't help but laugh his obese ass off.
Lucian: Well, guess the bloody cat's out of the fucking bag now, mates! We were waitin' to spill the tea until we were closer to the night, buuuuuuut~ we figured you two might appreciate some backup when you dance those hot juicy asses of yours down to the ring for your match, yeah?
Gia & Gina exchanged surprised looks.
Gia: You mean... this is for us?
Gina: You all want in on our Rise To Glimmer entrance?
Lucian: Of bloody fucking course we do! Not only is it perfect advertising for our shows under the big top, but considering you've both been havin' a rough go of it lately, we figured you could use the extra horny energy to show those other bloody ijits how well and truly FUCKED they all are!
Before the twins could say anything about Lucian's logic, they could hear everybody else chiming in as well, all voicing their desire to support the Glimmers in the raunchy broadcast-questionable way that only the sinful troupe of Cirque du Sins could. It genuinely stunned them to be confronted with just how loved they truly were around here, and not just because they made circus orgies so hot they could take the blame for causing global warming.
Antonio: Aw... isn't that cute?
Five seconds... that's all it took for that voice to sound over the positive noise and immediately make the twins' blood run cold.
All eyes turned to the area where the Glimmers had walked in from, and like an omen of misfortune wrapped in fur and cigarette smoke, Antonio strutted his way in like he owned the place, and in his mind, he was probably certain it was only inevitable. Vincent was right by his side, adjusting his pinstriped suit and grinning like he was about to be thoroughly entertained.
Lucian: What... what are you doing here, mate? I thought I already paid you for the month?
Antonio: You did Lucian, despite all odds given our new payment plan is in place. But I'm not here for you today... oh no, I'm here for the spicy chicas who insist on trying to be a problem for me.
Gia: Whatever you're selling, we're not buying, dickbag.
Vincent: Typical of the two of you... you puff out those tempting tits of yours, speak like you're the baddest bitches who ever lived, and think we're just gonna walk away if you tell us off. Funny, because, last I checked? We have a certain couple out there on standby who might be interested in hearing what's become of their daughters. What do you think, Tony? My money's on them breaking down in tears once they learn their precious girls have become total sluts.
Antonio: I'm kind of banking on mami and papi wanting us to fly them out here personally to beat some asses, though I may be the only one who might find that worth jacking off over.
The Glimmers both snarled in disgust as these two creeps continued to dangle the problem they were chained to over their heads. Ever since they'd somehow figured out that their old psychotic classmate Stryker knew who they used to be, the threat of actually invading the twins' personal lives and upending everything had been the proverbial guillotines ready to behead them at a moment's notice, all to “motivate” them in the name of Antonio's newfound gambling addiction, as if these assholes hadn't stockpiled enough illicit funds through legally dubious means as it was.
As much as they were proud of the women they'd become, even if no one else really seemed to understand this level of freedom like they did, they knew things with their parents hadn't ended on good terms and if that door was allowed to be opened again... they loved their mom and dad, truly, but they couldn't stand being forced to pursue a path that had been decided for them, a path they wanted nothing to do with... a path that was never them like being borderline porn stars performing jaw-dropping, erection-raising feats of agility and acrobatics was.
Gina: What do you want?
Antonio: A little better, but I could do without the clenched teeth when you submit, babe.
Vincent: Did you really think we wouldn't swing by and check out your big show for ourselves? We're paying customers, after all... even if we could just skip all the red tape, off a few nobodies no one will ever truly care about, and run SCW our way.
Antonio: Though your little circus seems to have done pretty well for itself this week... maybe I should re-evaluate your loan repayment plan again, Lucian.
Lucian: Please mate... leave my circus out of this beef. We're struggling enough at it is!
Gina: We agree with the fat fuck.
Lucian: Oi!
Gia: Whatever shit you have with us is separate from Cirque du Sins, so stop trying to handcuff the two issues together. You got shit to say to us, then say it to our faces!
Without an ounce of fear, Gia began stepping towards Antonio, and Gina was only a step behind her. Lucian and their fellow circus performers looked worried about whatever was about to happen, and the twins couldn't blame them. On the other side, Vincent seemed intrigued by this turn of events, while Antonio, ever the hothead, looked annoyed... to the point where he stopped the Glimmers' advance by whipping out a familiar gaudy ass revolver and making it clear with a single click the safety was off.
Antonio: Now that we've established who's in control here, chicas, let me lay out my little dilemma. See, I noticed the both of you happen to be involve in a little... ladder match this Sunday night with one single title on the line. Believe me, I would love to hedge my bets and go big on the both of you, but my bookie happens to be a bit of a hardass and I can't help but love him for that. He's got a strict rule for wrestling bullshit of only betting on one winner per match.
Vincent: Looking at your field, I think it's a no-brainer a Glimmer's going to win. I mean... one of those European embarrassments? Another man who hasn't won jack and shit in months? A ginger who hasn't won anything since she came back and fell flat on her pretty little face? A Canadian biker cunt who would look so much better getting railed by some real hogs in my studio?
Antonio: Not to mention that fucking useless waste of space who's obsessed with destroying social media or whatever! But therein lies my problem... a Glimmer's going to win, but which Glimmer? Hm? I need your help to decide which of you pretty little sluts I'm going to back so Big Papi can go home an even wealthier man.
Gia: Yeah, see, there's a problem with your stupid plan...
Gina: We plan on being co-champions, fuck whatever SCW thinks.
Antonio: Ah, see, that really~ doesn't help me, nor does your attitude. Maybe I should say this another way... how about you tell me which one of you will actually walk into that match on Sunday night for your little show?
Antonio began moving the revolver back and forth between the twins, his finger slowly squeezing the trigger more and more as the Glimmers stood their ground, but despite the look in their eyes, they were scared shitless. They wanted to think Antonio wouldn't actually try to kill one of them just to decide who to actually bet on by literally eliminating the other Glimmer option, but considering he'd already shown consequences would be damned with him and Vincent didn't seem too keen on stopping him...
Angel: Leave them alone.
The next thing anybody knew, a hand was reaching between Antonio and Vincent and grabbing the revolver, forcibly pointing it towards the floor in case Antonio tried to respond by just firing it anyway. Both men looked surprised to see Angel interfering yet again, not a hint of his makeup or drag getup to be found as he used his normally skinny frame to slip between both men to stand between them and the Glimmers.
Vincent: Angel, babe, what do you think you're doing?
Antonio: You're not repeating the same mistake you made back around New Year's now, are you puta? Because you remember...
Angel: Yeah, I remember the hell you put me through, and it was worth it. I'll gladly endure that again if it gets the point across that this bullshit is stupid.
Antonio: Now Angel... don't forget who owns you-
To the surprise of everyone, Angel refused to let Antonio continue that sentence as he used the revolver to yank the loan shark in and knee him right in the dick! With gasps in Spanish, Antonio dropped to his knees as Angel threw the revolver aside, away from the lunatic. This, however, caused Vincent to reach out and grab him by the throat before violently pulling him in until they were nose-to-nose.
Vincent: That was a very stupid move Angel.
Angel: Maybe it was... but I'm tired of you two dickbags thinking you can always get your way. They have nothing to do with your fragile egos.
That comment earned Angel a nasty punch that drew blood, clearly breaking his nose.
Vincent: Care to rephrase, whore?
Gia: How about something like...
Gina: ...get fucked, asshole!
Before Vincent ever saw it coming, Gia & Gina both lunged past Angel and drilled him right in the eyes with stereo superkicks, sending the deranged porn director to the ground as he quickly rubbed his eyes, clearly not used to actually taking such hits as he complained about being unable to see. As the Glimmers all supported Angel while he caught his breath, they stared down at Antonio, who glanced over towards his revolver... only to see that Lucian had actually wandered over to retrieve it before aiming it right at his face with a murderous look that no one had ever seen from him before.
Lucian: I suggest you two get the bloody hell out of my goddamned circus while you have the chance.
To say that Antonio was in absolute disbelief was the understatement of the century, but as he caught his breath he found himself slowly pulling himself back to his feet, stumbling over to collect Vincent while clutching at his aching groin, all while Vincent continued to bitch and moan about the twins kicking him in the eyes. Before he assisted his partner in crime out, though, he turned to everyone with a look that reminded them all of a rabid animal frothing at the mouth.
Antonio: You all fucked up today...
As Antonio and Vincent shambled away, the tension in the big top slowly died as Angel collapsed against Gia, looking at both her and Gina with a stupid grin that touched their hearts in ways they hadn't truly felt in a long time.
Angel: Like I said... worth it.
There was obviously a whole conversation that still needed to be had, but that could wait. Right now, Angel needed to recover, Lucian and the rest of the circus had a special act to perfect, and the Glimmer Sisters had a ladder match to win together.
SCW could try to force only one of them to win all they wanted. In their eyes, if Antonio and Vincent couldn't stop them despite threatening their lives literally and metaphorically, then no one in SCW could truly stop them from Rising To Glimmer... I mean, Greatness.
After all, how many women do you know who are so proudly addicted to flaunting their sexy bodies and trying to whip everybody around them into a horny frenzy?
The truth is that while there was an act going on, it wasn't what you probably thought.
Contrary to popular belief, Gia & Gina actually did enjoy flaunting their figures and drawing the gaze of every male and female nearby, and they truly believed they were the hottest people in any given room. When they proudly tell the world they're proud to be slutty sinners showing off everything they're packing, they mean it.
The real act was in how much they kept up the illusion of arrogance to hide their problems.
After all, if no one sees anything wrong, they can't use it against you.
Not that it seemed to stop certain individuals out there from trying.
The twins wanted to say this road to Rise To Greatness had been even more underwhelming than last year, but they knew that wasn't a fair comparison to make. Last year they had just debuted around this time and won two easy tag matches, and being booked for the pre-show made it clear that there were no expectations of them quite yet.
By comparison, this year they were coming off not only a world title bid in easily the hottest match in SCW history, but also the end of their second tag title run. What had seemed like a minor speed bump in the grand scheme of things quickly spiraled into chaos even they couldn't control. Their plan to simply use their rematch and either force Amelia to wrestle twice or Luz to defend by herself seemed to evaporate when old lady Glory stuck her crusty cunt into business she didn't belong in, probably sucking off Franky D. to get a one-on-one dance with Luz so he had an out to deny them their rematch.
Then they had somehow ended up having what should've been another easy win over a pair of social outcasts acting too smart for their own good thrown out entirely, which no doubt fed into Frank's desire to keep them away from championship gold at all costs and meant Dexter Grant especially wasn't quite off their list just yet.
Then Amelia's unwarranted ego just had to be checked, not by the Glimmers, but by the fucking Frosts of all people who were now in possession of their titles. They at least made it clear to Deanna, who seemed to be taking Luz's place on standing alone now, that they were taking their gold back sooner rather than later, but the fact that they were being denied another chance to have some fun trying to crack open the Light in the Darkness like the sexually repressed eggs they were irked them.
Perhaps the only things that seemed to go right for them lately were another easy money win over the European Fiery Nation, getting under the skin of Marie Jones to make it clear who the superior twins were around here, and “earning” themselves a chance to become U.S. champions in the process.
They could care less if the title was supposed to be a singles title, or that there were five other people they'd have to deal with to claim it. A ladder match was right up their alley, and as far as they were concerned, if they wanted to share that belt after they pulled it down, nobody was going to stop them.
Gina: You ready to teach these idiots all about the Glimmer Rules regarding championships, sis?
Gia: All that Glimmers is gold and none of these dipshits are ready for how we're going to play this match.
Gia & Gina were all smiles as they strutted around the grounds where Cirque du Sins had set up shop in Detroit, conveniently close enough to Ford Field that Lucian had taken full advantage of anybody believing it was part of the Rise To Greatness festivities. Needless to say, the past several nights of shows had made absolute bank for the adult circus, proving that despite Antonio's efforts to rearrange the terms of Lucian's loan to him and trying to forcibly lay claim to the twins' SCW pay day on top of it, Lucian and his menagerie of horny freaks weren't just going to roll over and play dead for the latino lunatic.
Still, the reminder of everything that loomed over their heads now soured the sisters' mood, as stressing out over it was why they had been even more annoyingly arrogant than usual, especially when the cameras were rolling.
Antonio frustrated the hell out of them, and they were getting sick of him. Vincent wasn't too much better, proving that he was basically Antonio but mostly more emotionally stable. They weren't surprised the two of them had practically become obsessed with Glimmermania the moment they caught sight of them... Gia & Gina were easily the kind of whores who could make bank dancing at one of Antonio's clubs while he indulged in any of his more illicit business dealings or make the greatest porn film ever under Vincent's directing skills. Their mere existence may as well be heaven on earth to the two most vile assholes they'd ever had the displeasure of meeting, and the fact they'd been so resistant to abandoning their love of the raunchy circus to play ball under either of them clearly drove them more insane than they tried so hard to let on.
But then there was the matter that truly pissed them off... a certain someone who didn't deserve to suffer under either man's twisted abuse, but clearly thought so lowly of himself that he was even refusing the help they were trying to give him.
Gia: You haven't seen Angel around at all lately, have you?
Gina: Not since our chat with him on that Miami beach three weeks ago...
The Glimmers were struggling to figure out where things stood with the drag queen who was as much a part of their circus family as he was a sex slave for Antonio. He had stood up to protect them when Antonio had tried to murder them outright at the end of last year, even knowing the punishment he'd endure as a result. They thought he'd genuinely tried to be a part of Cirque du Sins to create a better life for himself while still indulging in the kinky fun he clearly loved as much as everyone else here. But he'd also come clean about coming back and being in the rotation because he was meant to be a spy Vincent planted to unearth secret information about the two of them... a task he'd ultimately failed as the twins caught on, but info Vincent and Antonio had ultimately gotten their hands on anyway through a ghost of the past they tried to leave behind.
Gina: Wherever he is, I hope he's alright.
Gia: I... part of me wishes the same, sis, but... I also can't just ignore the fact that he still willingly crawled back to that abusive asshole and tried to sell us out to him.
Gina: I'm not disagreeing Gia... but I also understand where he's coming from. Fuck only knows how much worse things have gotten for him since New Year's, and if he's simply trying to survive...
Gia hissed, hating that her sister was right and feeling bad for Angel despite the fact that he'd almost sold them out to the worst people on the planet if they hadn't been careful. It was a complicated mess and required a nuance neither one of them was used to working with, but damn if they weren't trying all the same.
Gia: I just hope that Antonio and Vincent haven't done anything too terrible to him, because if I see those motherfuckers again, I'm... the fuck is all this?
Gia found her bubbling anger trailing off as she and Gina stepped into the big top and saw the center ring alive with activity. Considering they'd been putting on shows constantly and raking in the dough all week, this shouldn't have been surprising, but what threw them off was that this practice didn't seem to be for any routines meant for their usual show. No, given the way everyone was lined up and making the most out of small spaces they had claimed beside one another, this almost looked specifically choreographed for a much smaller stage, all under Lucian's giddy grin.
Lucian: That's it mates! Keep that bloody fucking energy alive, yeah? Remember we'll be in tight quarters and dealing with lights and pyro different from how we fucking do things here, so master your bloody fucking spaces like the proud sinful sluts you are!
Gina: Hey Lucy! What the hell's all this about?
Gia: And why the hell weren't we invited to the party?
Lucian turned to face his star attractions, and instead of looking annoyed like he usually might, he instead couldn't help but laugh his obese ass off.
Lucian: Well, guess the bloody cat's out of the fucking bag now, mates! We were waitin' to spill the tea until we were closer to the night, buuuuuuut~ we figured you two might appreciate some backup when you dance those hot juicy asses of yours down to the ring for your match, yeah?
Gia & Gina exchanged surprised looks.
Gia: You mean... this is for us?
Gina: You all want in on our Rise To Glimmer entrance?
Lucian: Of bloody fucking course we do! Not only is it perfect advertising for our shows under the big top, but considering you've both been havin' a rough go of it lately, we figured you could use the extra horny energy to show those other bloody ijits how well and truly FUCKED they all are!
Before the twins could say anything about Lucian's logic, they could hear everybody else chiming in as well, all voicing their desire to support the Glimmers in the raunchy broadcast-questionable way that only the sinful troupe of Cirque du Sins could. It genuinely stunned them to be confronted with just how loved they truly were around here, and not just because they made circus orgies so hot they could take the blame for causing global warming.
Antonio: Aw... isn't that cute?
Five seconds... that's all it took for that voice to sound over the positive noise and immediately make the twins' blood run cold.
All eyes turned to the area where the Glimmers had walked in from, and like an omen of misfortune wrapped in fur and cigarette smoke, Antonio strutted his way in like he owned the place, and in his mind, he was probably certain it was only inevitable. Vincent was right by his side, adjusting his pinstriped suit and grinning like he was about to be thoroughly entertained.
Lucian: What... what are you doing here, mate? I thought I already paid you for the month?
Antonio: You did Lucian, despite all odds given our new payment plan is in place. But I'm not here for you today... oh no, I'm here for the spicy chicas who insist on trying to be a problem for me.
Gia: Whatever you're selling, we're not buying, dickbag.
Vincent: Typical of the two of you... you puff out those tempting tits of yours, speak like you're the baddest bitches who ever lived, and think we're just gonna walk away if you tell us off. Funny, because, last I checked? We have a certain couple out there on standby who might be interested in hearing what's become of their daughters. What do you think, Tony? My money's on them breaking down in tears once they learn their precious girls have become total sluts.
Antonio: I'm kind of banking on mami and papi wanting us to fly them out here personally to beat some asses, though I may be the only one who might find that worth jacking off over.
The Glimmers both snarled in disgust as these two creeps continued to dangle the problem they were chained to over their heads. Ever since they'd somehow figured out that their old psychotic classmate Stryker knew who they used to be, the threat of actually invading the twins' personal lives and upending everything had been the proverbial guillotines ready to behead them at a moment's notice, all to “motivate” them in the name of Antonio's newfound gambling addiction, as if these assholes hadn't stockpiled enough illicit funds through legally dubious means as it was.
As much as they were proud of the women they'd become, even if no one else really seemed to understand this level of freedom like they did, they knew things with their parents hadn't ended on good terms and if that door was allowed to be opened again... they loved their mom and dad, truly, but they couldn't stand being forced to pursue a path that had been decided for them, a path they wanted nothing to do with... a path that was never them like being borderline porn stars performing jaw-dropping, erection-raising feats of agility and acrobatics was.
Gina: What do you want?
Antonio: A little better, but I could do without the clenched teeth when you submit, babe.
Vincent: Did you really think we wouldn't swing by and check out your big show for ourselves? We're paying customers, after all... even if we could just skip all the red tape, off a few nobodies no one will ever truly care about, and run SCW our way.
Antonio: Though your little circus seems to have done pretty well for itself this week... maybe I should re-evaluate your loan repayment plan again, Lucian.
Lucian: Please mate... leave my circus out of this beef. We're struggling enough at it is!
Gina: We agree with the fat fuck.
Lucian: Oi!
Gia: Whatever shit you have with us is separate from Cirque du Sins, so stop trying to handcuff the two issues together. You got shit to say to us, then say it to our faces!
Without an ounce of fear, Gia began stepping towards Antonio, and Gina was only a step behind her. Lucian and their fellow circus performers looked worried about whatever was about to happen, and the twins couldn't blame them. On the other side, Vincent seemed intrigued by this turn of events, while Antonio, ever the hothead, looked annoyed... to the point where he stopped the Glimmers' advance by whipping out a familiar gaudy ass revolver and making it clear with a single click the safety was off.
Antonio: Now that we've established who's in control here, chicas, let me lay out my little dilemma. See, I noticed the both of you happen to be involve in a little... ladder match this Sunday night with one single title on the line. Believe me, I would love to hedge my bets and go big on the both of you, but my bookie happens to be a bit of a hardass and I can't help but love him for that. He's got a strict rule for wrestling bullshit of only betting on one winner per match.
Vincent: Looking at your field, I think it's a no-brainer a Glimmer's going to win. I mean... one of those European embarrassments? Another man who hasn't won jack and shit in months? A ginger who hasn't won anything since she came back and fell flat on her pretty little face? A Canadian biker cunt who would look so much better getting railed by some real hogs in my studio?
Antonio: Not to mention that fucking useless waste of space who's obsessed with destroying social media or whatever! But therein lies my problem... a Glimmer's going to win, but which Glimmer? Hm? I need your help to decide which of you pretty little sluts I'm going to back so Big Papi can go home an even wealthier man.
Gia: Yeah, see, there's a problem with your stupid plan...
Gina: We plan on being co-champions, fuck whatever SCW thinks.
Antonio: Ah, see, that really~ doesn't help me, nor does your attitude. Maybe I should say this another way... how about you tell me which one of you will actually walk into that match on Sunday night for your little show?
Antonio began moving the revolver back and forth between the twins, his finger slowly squeezing the trigger more and more as the Glimmers stood their ground, but despite the look in their eyes, they were scared shitless. They wanted to think Antonio wouldn't actually try to kill one of them just to decide who to actually bet on by literally eliminating the other Glimmer option, but considering he'd already shown consequences would be damned with him and Vincent didn't seem too keen on stopping him...
Angel: Leave them alone.
The next thing anybody knew, a hand was reaching between Antonio and Vincent and grabbing the revolver, forcibly pointing it towards the floor in case Antonio tried to respond by just firing it anyway. Both men looked surprised to see Angel interfering yet again, not a hint of his makeup or drag getup to be found as he used his normally skinny frame to slip between both men to stand between them and the Glimmers.
Vincent: Angel, babe, what do you think you're doing?
Antonio: You're not repeating the same mistake you made back around New Year's now, are you puta? Because you remember...
Angel: Yeah, I remember the hell you put me through, and it was worth it. I'll gladly endure that again if it gets the point across that this bullshit is stupid.
Antonio: Now Angel... don't forget who owns you-
To the surprise of everyone, Angel refused to let Antonio continue that sentence as he used the revolver to yank the loan shark in and knee him right in the dick! With gasps in Spanish, Antonio dropped to his knees as Angel threw the revolver aside, away from the lunatic. This, however, caused Vincent to reach out and grab him by the throat before violently pulling him in until they were nose-to-nose.
Vincent: That was a very stupid move Angel.
Angel: Maybe it was... but I'm tired of you two dickbags thinking you can always get your way. They have nothing to do with your fragile egos.
That comment earned Angel a nasty punch that drew blood, clearly breaking his nose.
Vincent: Care to rephrase, whore?
Gia: How about something like...
Gina: ...get fucked, asshole!
Before Vincent ever saw it coming, Gia & Gina both lunged past Angel and drilled him right in the eyes with stereo superkicks, sending the deranged porn director to the ground as he quickly rubbed his eyes, clearly not used to actually taking such hits as he complained about being unable to see. As the Glimmers all supported Angel while he caught his breath, they stared down at Antonio, who glanced over towards his revolver... only to see that Lucian had actually wandered over to retrieve it before aiming it right at his face with a murderous look that no one had ever seen from him before.
Lucian: I suggest you two get the bloody hell out of my goddamned circus while you have the chance.
To say that Antonio was in absolute disbelief was the understatement of the century, but as he caught his breath he found himself slowly pulling himself back to his feet, stumbling over to collect Vincent while clutching at his aching groin, all while Vincent continued to bitch and moan about the twins kicking him in the eyes. Before he assisted his partner in crime out, though, he turned to everyone with a look that reminded them all of a rabid animal frothing at the mouth.
Antonio: You all fucked up today...
As Antonio and Vincent shambled away, the tension in the big top slowly died as Angel collapsed against Gia, looking at both her and Gina with a stupid grin that touched their hearts in ways they hadn't truly felt in a long time.
Angel: Like I said... worth it.
There was obviously a whole conversation that still needed to be had, but that could wait. Right now, Angel needed to recover, Lucian and the rest of the circus had a special act to perfect, and the Glimmer Sisters had a ladder match to win together.
SCW could try to force only one of them to win all they wanted. In their eyes, if Antonio and Vincent couldn't stop them despite threatening their lives literally and metaphorically, then no one in SCW could truly stop them from Rising To Glimmer... I mean, Greatness.