11 hours ago
The very first thing we see is a sight that should be familiar to anyone... at least, if they've taken basic geography. It's a sight that should absolutely be familiar to one particular group in SCW right now. When you think if a blue background and twelve golden stars arranged in a circle, you immediately recognize the flag of Europe, or the European union, or however they collectively wish to refer to themselves. It's a recognizable symbol, and one that the European Fiery Nation should know all too well given how proudly they all fly this flag.
As we pan back though, we see a second flag of Europe... as well as familiar light skin.
A pair of familiar giggles are all we need to realize that the sight we're face-to-face with is indeed the European flag, only in the form of bikini bottoms stretched over very juicy and very familiar asses. Panning back reveals the full forms of the Glimmer Sisters, glancing at us over their shoulders with seductive smirks as they look like they finish tying the strings to the bikini tops and spin around on their heels, revealing the circle of stars that defines the flag also present right over the crotch of the bikini bottoms as well as on each little triangle of the bikini tops. It's definitely a gorgeous enough day out to warrant such means to beat the heat, though where exactly they are outside is a mystery to us, likely because the twins don't feel it's important. The view of the bridges and some familiar buildings off in the distance at least confirms they're in Minneapolis, the place where SCW is going to kick off a brand new season.
Gina(?): Let's be honest... we wear the colors and symbol of Europe so much better than another certain pack of clowns do.
Gia(?): If the European Union wants to adopt the Glimmers and make us your official wrestling representatives, we humbly accept the offer, especially if it means a failing Nation had to give it up already and go their separate ways.
Gia (at least, that's what we're assuming) can't resist giving the camera a wink as she tightens the strings of her bikini top, and it becomes apparent very quickly that the circle of stars on the triangles are perfectly positioned to frame the twins' nipples eagerly poking against the fabric in all their titillating glory.
Gina(?): Now, we wouldn't blame some of you idiots out there if you feel a little confused. Yeah, the last little stretch of the road to Rise To Glimmer...
Gia(?): Kind of royally sucked hairy, sweaty balls that haven't been washed in ages. Seriously, to some of you men out there... even kinky, horny freaks have a line to draw, and nobody, regardless of what's between their legs, is going to want to send you rocketing to the moon with pleasure if you don't wash up down there. Fucking disgusting.
Gina looks at Gia (again, having to assume and hoping we're right) with an eyebrow raised.
Gia(?): What? Just because we're sexy as sin doesn't mean we can't give good advice.
Gina(?): You're not wrong sis, both in the advice and in your description. Soak it in folks: your goddesses of sin and sultry smut have looked mortal for far longer than we would have liked. Make no mistake: we should be standing here right now as your tag champions, your co-world champions, and your co-U.S. champions, and the fact that we're not does, in fact, piss us off.
Gia(?): We walked into that ladder match on a show we've renamed our own and showed you acrobatic feats that only we are skilled enough to pull off. We're the ones who can take credit for why you might not be seeing a certain “cowgirl from hell” anytime soon. And yet, the conspiracy theorist slithers his way to a win he did not deserve. Make no mistake, Dexy: there's nothing stopping us from continuing to fuck with you until we get what is rightfully ours, because all that Glimmers is gold and we will be the only cunts around here dripping with gold if we have anything to say about it.
Gina(?): Hopefully my twin's message reaches the ears of a certain Frost who would do well to heed them. Congrats Deanna, you got to finally have your fairy tale princess moment and shove it in the face of your bitch of an ex-wife's face. We're proud of you for standing up to her abuse and showing that you don't need her anymore. Problem is... you're holding an awful lot of gold right now, and a few of those titles should rightfully be resting over these horny hips.
Gina (as we're still assuming) punctuates the statement by slowly turning in place, shaking her hips and giving us a very clear show of that ass of hers in motion, proving that Shakira's old song about how “hips don't lie” is absolutely true.
Gia(?): The short version, Deanna, is that you fucked up our rematch plans for the tag titles by actually giving Ample Amelia an ego check, not to mention you hold the world title we still very much want. You can either prove that Rise To Glimmer was a fluke by running and hiding behind Selena or the Light in the Darkness since I guess you're all friends again or whatever... or you can woman up and actually face us when we come to kick your ass and prove that if anybody around here should have all the gold, it's Gina and I.
Gina: Speaking of cowardice... if it's not obvious by now who specifically we donned these tiny little bikinis for, Franky D. apparently decided to run back to his so-called “security” in the European Fiery Nation to beg them to try and get rid of us. Maybe we should be all worried or whatever about having to face down the big meathead Faperico and his Euro-buddy Oskoff... except we already beat this combination just like we've done to Dakoff and Ludpig how many times now sis?
Gia: Too many to stop giving a shit, that's for sure. But hey, Oskoff might have some reason for this since he got to be in the ladder match too, and just like us, he's not holding gold either. Pretty sure his face was the crashpad my ass landed on after one of those forced dives off a ladder. That said, I'm starting to think my ass might've been too big for him to handle because I think I gave him brain damage, unless I'm just hearing things about him thinking he's on the same level as us just because he loves to fly.
Gina: Ugh... sorry sis, but your ears are working just fine. Look Oskoff, we don't give a rat's ass about how good of a high-flyer you think you are, because you're not even in the same league as us when it comes to aerial acrobatics. Do you honestly think you could do half the shit that we're capable of? Are you able to hop across the tops of ladders like they're trapeze bars without hesitation or losing your balance? Can you land on the top rope like a tightrope with perfect grace to save yourself from a nasty fall? Pretty sure the answer is no, and that's why you don't measure up to us as well as you think you do pal. We're taking a skill that requires so much more work than you or your dumbass partner could ever wrap your tiny little minds around and applying it in ways you could never hope to replicate.
Gia: By all means though, we'd love to see you try. We'll get a good laugh out of watching you break your neck and taking yourself out of SCW. And while they're carrying you out, we get to turn around and break the neck of a man who went and threw away any attention we were actually willing to give him. Freaks and sinners of all ages and genders, it is with great disgust that we regret to inform you all that Federico Gasperoni is a...
Glimmers: FUCKING MISOGYNIST!
The twins let that claim sink in for a moment, and as they wait, we can see the looks on their faces sour. Gone are the teasing, arrogant grins they know entice many and piss off others. In their place are looks of pure disgust, and not even being scantily clad and hotter than hell itself changes the fact that Gia & Gina actually look absolutely done playing around, a look we haven't seen since they last crossed paths with Selena Frost, in fact.
Gia: Oh yeah Faperico, don't think we didn't read between the lines of your little address to us. “Women make you sick,” “no female wrestler takes this business seriously,” “women treat this business like one big joke.” “Why aren't more women roided-up mountains of beef like I am?” Do I even fucking need to go on? If I were your little friend Ginny, I would smack the shit out of you and tell you to “bloody piss off” for such disrespect. Hell, if I were Polly, or Bree, or Amelia if she's even still carrying all you dipshits, I'd be talking to Franky D. about shitcanning your ass on the spot for such disgusting comments, because it applies to your allies as much as it applies to us, dumbass.
Gina: Go ahead, try to save face by claiming you specifically meant us. We'll wait, because we know it's coming. Pretty sure we've long since established every single time we've beaten your asses that we don't give a fuck about how other women view us because this is our world and we're the goddesses who do whatever the hell we want in it, and sooner or later those women will be kissing our asses and being humbled just like you and Oskoff will once again.
Gia: But if you really want us to take things seriously... maybe we should oblige. After all, we've got a warped perception about ourselves to change and people need to be reminded of exactly why WE were voted the tag team of the year, why WE were voted the rookies of the year. You fuckwits love acting like you're the epitome of violence and going to hurt everybody because your way is the right way or whatever, but riddle me this: who was responsible for causing the only serious injury in the ladder match at Rise To Glimmer? Oh, that's right, it was US, and we put Megsy Strader out to pasture without even trying. Imagine the broken fucking neck we could cause on someone like you Faperico if we stopped giving a shit about our fun and games and actually decided playtime was over and SCW needed to see how fucked it's truly been this whole time.
Gina: I'd like to say the coming out party of the kinds of grade A heartless bitches we could truly be would be wasted on the two of you, but I think everyone in that locker room would agree that you might deserve to find yourself confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life after spewing such disgusting shit from that fuckhole you call a mouth, Faperico. I can see it now... one of us flips off the top rope with a grace that Oskoff wishes he could have, catches you thinking you can overpower us just because you're such a macho man, and then your head and neck finds itself having to support the weight of all those muscles you're so proud of as they twist and contort and bear down on a body part that was never meant to lift bro, until... snap, crackle, pop, and your Nation of Fiery European fuckwits is suddenly wondering what the hell they do now without their misogynistic muscle man able to join them.
The twins both lean forward, and while it does give us an in-depth look at all their tantalizing cleavage, that view is a stark contrast to the more wicked grins they're now wearing, as if the mental image they just painted is actually delighting them like a pair of sick sadists.
Gia: Tell us boys... did that thought turn you on or make you realize you should be a little more careful what you wish for?
Gina: We don't care either way. The reality is that you two are nothing more than the platform that belongs under our feet while we springboard our way back up to the top, where we truly belong. If anything, what we do to you on Breakdown will set the stage for a new season of SCW action... one where the Glimmer Sisters are the ringmasters running the show.
Gia: And one where anyone, and I do mean anyone, who has gold should start kissing it goodbye. Because once we get this party started, not even an act of whatever god you believe exists will save your asses from the two of us doing whatever it takes to decorate these tits and asses in every piece of gold SCW has to offer.
With that surprising declaration, the Glimmers both blow us a kiss before turning and walking away, hips bumping as we're left to admire the retreating sight of the banner of the European Fiery Nation proudly displayed in a much better fashion: across the thick, juicy, enormous asses of a pair of twins who might be a little more unhinged than they've led us to believe up to this point. Still, it's hard to argue that they even make being unhinged look hot as hell.
As we pan back though, we see a second flag of Europe... as well as familiar light skin.
A pair of familiar giggles are all we need to realize that the sight we're face-to-face with is indeed the European flag, only in the form of bikini bottoms stretched over very juicy and very familiar asses. Panning back reveals the full forms of the Glimmer Sisters, glancing at us over their shoulders with seductive smirks as they look like they finish tying the strings to the bikini tops and spin around on their heels, revealing the circle of stars that defines the flag also present right over the crotch of the bikini bottoms as well as on each little triangle of the bikini tops. It's definitely a gorgeous enough day out to warrant such means to beat the heat, though where exactly they are outside is a mystery to us, likely because the twins don't feel it's important. The view of the bridges and some familiar buildings off in the distance at least confirms they're in Minneapolis, the place where SCW is going to kick off a brand new season.
Gina(?): Let's be honest... we wear the colors and symbol of Europe so much better than another certain pack of clowns do.
Gia(?): If the European Union wants to adopt the Glimmers and make us your official wrestling representatives, we humbly accept the offer, especially if it means a failing Nation had to give it up already and go their separate ways.
Gia (at least, that's what we're assuming) can't resist giving the camera a wink as she tightens the strings of her bikini top, and it becomes apparent very quickly that the circle of stars on the triangles are perfectly positioned to frame the twins' nipples eagerly poking against the fabric in all their titillating glory.
Gina(?): Now, we wouldn't blame some of you idiots out there if you feel a little confused. Yeah, the last little stretch of the road to Rise To Glimmer...
Gia(?): Kind of royally sucked hairy, sweaty balls that haven't been washed in ages. Seriously, to some of you men out there... even kinky, horny freaks have a line to draw, and nobody, regardless of what's between their legs, is going to want to send you rocketing to the moon with pleasure if you don't wash up down there. Fucking disgusting.
Gina looks at Gia (again, having to assume and hoping we're right) with an eyebrow raised.
Gia(?): What? Just because we're sexy as sin doesn't mean we can't give good advice.
Gina(?): You're not wrong sis, both in the advice and in your description. Soak it in folks: your goddesses of sin and sultry smut have looked mortal for far longer than we would have liked. Make no mistake: we should be standing here right now as your tag champions, your co-world champions, and your co-U.S. champions, and the fact that we're not does, in fact, piss us off.
Gia(?): We walked into that ladder match on a show we've renamed our own and showed you acrobatic feats that only we are skilled enough to pull off. We're the ones who can take credit for why you might not be seeing a certain “cowgirl from hell” anytime soon. And yet, the conspiracy theorist slithers his way to a win he did not deserve. Make no mistake, Dexy: there's nothing stopping us from continuing to fuck with you until we get what is rightfully ours, because all that Glimmers is gold and we will be the only cunts around here dripping with gold if we have anything to say about it.
Gina(?): Hopefully my twin's message reaches the ears of a certain Frost who would do well to heed them. Congrats Deanna, you got to finally have your fairy tale princess moment and shove it in the face of your bitch of an ex-wife's face. We're proud of you for standing up to her abuse and showing that you don't need her anymore. Problem is... you're holding an awful lot of gold right now, and a few of those titles should rightfully be resting over these horny hips.
Gina (as we're still assuming) punctuates the statement by slowly turning in place, shaking her hips and giving us a very clear show of that ass of hers in motion, proving that Shakira's old song about how “hips don't lie” is absolutely true.
Gia(?): The short version, Deanna, is that you fucked up our rematch plans for the tag titles by actually giving Ample Amelia an ego check, not to mention you hold the world title we still very much want. You can either prove that Rise To Glimmer was a fluke by running and hiding behind Selena or the Light in the Darkness since I guess you're all friends again or whatever... or you can woman up and actually face us when we come to kick your ass and prove that if anybody around here should have all the gold, it's Gina and I.
Gina: Speaking of cowardice... if it's not obvious by now who specifically we donned these tiny little bikinis for, Franky D. apparently decided to run back to his so-called “security” in the European Fiery Nation to beg them to try and get rid of us. Maybe we should be all worried or whatever about having to face down the big meathead Faperico and his Euro-buddy Oskoff... except we already beat this combination just like we've done to Dakoff and Ludpig how many times now sis?
Gia: Too many to stop giving a shit, that's for sure. But hey, Oskoff might have some reason for this since he got to be in the ladder match too, and just like us, he's not holding gold either. Pretty sure his face was the crashpad my ass landed on after one of those forced dives off a ladder. That said, I'm starting to think my ass might've been too big for him to handle because I think I gave him brain damage, unless I'm just hearing things about him thinking he's on the same level as us just because he loves to fly.
Gina: Ugh... sorry sis, but your ears are working just fine. Look Oskoff, we don't give a rat's ass about how good of a high-flyer you think you are, because you're not even in the same league as us when it comes to aerial acrobatics. Do you honestly think you could do half the shit that we're capable of? Are you able to hop across the tops of ladders like they're trapeze bars without hesitation or losing your balance? Can you land on the top rope like a tightrope with perfect grace to save yourself from a nasty fall? Pretty sure the answer is no, and that's why you don't measure up to us as well as you think you do pal. We're taking a skill that requires so much more work than you or your dumbass partner could ever wrap your tiny little minds around and applying it in ways you could never hope to replicate.
Gia: By all means though, we'd love to see you try. We'll get a good laugh out of watching you break your neck and taking yourself out of SCW. And while they're carrying you out, we get to turn around and break the neck of a man who went and threw away any attention we were actually willing to give him. Freaks and sinners of all ages and genders, it is with great disgust that we regret to inform you all that Federico Gasperoni is a...
Glimmers: FUCKING MISOGYNIST!
The twins let that claim sink in for a moment, and as they wait, we can see the looks on their faces sour. Gone are the teasing, arrogant grins they know entice many and piss off others. In their place are looks of pure disgust, and not even being scantily clad and hotter than hell itself changes the fact that Gia & Gina actually look absolutely done playing around, a look we haven't seen since they last crossed paths with Selena Frost, in fact.
Gia: Oh yeah Faperico, don't think we didn't read between the lines of your little address to us. “Women make you sick,” “no female wrestler takes this business seriously,” “women treat this business like one big joke.” “Why aren't more women roided-up mountains of beef like I am?” Do I even fucking need to go on? If I were your little friend Ginny, I would smack the shit out of you and tell you to “bloody piss off” for such disrespect. Hell, if I were Polly, or Bree, or Amelia if she's even still carrying all you dipshits, I'd be talking to Franky D. about shitcanning your ass on the spot for such disgusting comments, because it applies to your allies as much as it applies to us, dumbass.
Gina: Go ahead, try to save face by claiming you specifically meant us. We'll wait, because we know it's coming. Pretty sure we've long since established every single time we've beaten your asses that we don't give a fuck about how other women view us because this is our world and we're the goddesses who do whatever the hell we want in it, and sooner or later those women will be kissing our asses and being humbled just like you and Oskoff will once again.
Gia: But if you really want us to take things seriously... maybe we should oblige. After all, we've got a warped perception about ourselves to change and people need to be reminded of exactly why WE were voted the tag team of the year, why WE were voted the rookies of the year. You fuckwits love acting like you're the epitome of violence and going to hurt everybody because your way is the right way or whatever, but riddle me this: who was responsible for causing the only serious injury in the ladder match at Rise To Glimmer? Oh, that's right, it was US, and we put Megsy Strader out to pasture without even trying. Imagine the broken fucking neck we could cause on someone like you Faperico if we stopped giving a shit about our fun and games and actually decided playtime was over and SCW needed to see how fucked it's truly been this whole time.
Gina: I'd like to say the coming out party of the kinds of grade A heartless bitches we could truly be would be wasted on the two of you, but I think everyone in that locker room would agree that you might deserve to find yourself confined to a wheelchair for the rest of your life after spewing such disgusting shit from that fuckhole you call a mouth, Faperico. I can see it now... one of us flips off the top rope with a grace that Oskoff wishes he could have, catches you thinking you can overpower us just because you're such a macho man, and then your head and neck finds itself having to support the weight of all those muscles you're so proud of as they twist and contort and bear down on a body part that was never meant to lift bro, until... snap, crackle, pop, and your Nation of Fiery European fuckwits is suddenly wondering what the hell they do now without their misogynistic muscle man able to join them.
The twins both lean forward, and while it does give us an in-depth look at all their tantalizing cleavage, that view is a stark contrast to the more wicked grins they're now wearing, as if the mental image they just painted is actually delighting them like a pair of sick sadists.
Gia: Tell us boys... did that thought turn you on or make you realize you should be a little more careful what you wish for?
Gina: We don't care either way. The reality is that you two are nothing more than the platform that belongs under our feet while we springboard our way back up to the top, where we truly belong. If anything, what we do to you on Breakdown will set the stage for a new season of SCW action... one where the Glimmer Sisters are the ringmasters running the show.
Gia: And one where anyone, and I do mean anyone, who has gold should start kissing it goodbye. Because once we get this party started, not even an act of whatever god you believe exists will save your asses from the two of us doing whatever it takes to decorate these tits and asses in every piece of gold SCW has to offer.
With that surprising declaration, the Glimmers both blow us a kiss before turning and walking away, hips bumping as we're left to admire the retreating sight of the banner of the European Fiery Nation proudly displayed in a much better fashion: across the thick, juicy, enormous asses of a pair of twins who might be a little more unhinged than they've led us to believe up to this point. Still, it's hard to argue that they even make being unhinged look hot as hell.
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