10-31-2026, 10:12 PM
What's the best way to celebrate Halloween?
Many would say trick-or-treating, or haunted houses, or scary movies. Maybe even dressing up in costumes.
In the twisted genius of Lucian Lurid, the correct answer was taking that last one and not only encouraging the skimpiest, sluttiest Halloween costumes imaginable, but also making an entire party around it.
Given the growing popularity of Cirque du Sins in the wake of Rise To Greatness, Lucian had grown more comfortable with the idea of increasing the number of parties his sinful circus of smut was willing to put on, drawing in paying crowds for the rare opportunity to have more intimate interactions with his menagerie of horny freaks than would likely be possible through the Lust Ticket unless you were one lucky son of a bitch. The fact that their annual 4th of July Carnalval was already a highlight of every year and the party they'd thrown for New Year's had also been a hit (Antonio flying off the deep end notwithstanding), he'd probably accept being called an idiot if he didn't think hosting a Halloween party was bloody brilliant.
He might've preferred a better location than Indianapolis, of all cities, but he'd take what he could get when he could still piggyback off of following SCW for as long as he could.
It was hard to really have too much distance getting in the way considering the weekend of the holiday would give way to the Apocalypse pay-per-view, and the last thing the Ringleader of Lust wanted to do was screw over his star attraction by denying them something they'd been hungry for.
Though, it was hard for him to really judge exactly what kind of hunger he was talking about when it came to the Glimmer Sisters and their twisted lust for the Light in the Darkness.
Most people were probably just as baffled by how everything was playing out, and the Glimmers preferred it that way.
In all the time they'd essentially been proud circus sluts sharing their goods with anybody who caught a glimpse of them, never before had anybody really seemed to hook the attention of Gia & Gina. Every guy and girl they had fun with, from fellow circus acts to horny fans and lucky Lust Ticket drawing winners, never lingered for too long in their minds. It was always just a fling and then they sauntered and cartwheeled their way to the next one, only remembering names when they were important.
Something about Amelia Nevado & La Pequena Luz was different though... and the twins themselves couldn't even seem to figure out why.
They hated the couple, that much was certain. The very idea that the Light in the Darkness could call themselves a better tandem, that the fans all claimed the same time and time again, stuck in the twins' craws more than even giant dildos designed to try and make them gag and tap out because it was too much. The fact that they had beaten the twins at their own game back at Taking Hold of the Flame bothered them far more than they ever admitted, even if the cracks had shown a few times when it was brought up on TV. Losing the tag titles to them when they were barely holding together, failing to strip the world title off of Amelia... maybe they would have truly been as content as they claimed with that outcome given everything they'd gotten to do on that night in spite of the loss, but the fact that they seemed to struggle ever since that defeat made the loss properly sting.
Perhaps the reality they struggled to fully comprehend was that the thing they hated most about the couple was the same thing that drew them in in the first place: despite being all sweet and innocent and goody-goody professionals, Amelia & Luz were probably the only women on the entire roster who naturally possessed the kind of top tier porn star quality bodies that could actually give the sinful sisters a run for their money, and the fact that they weren't proudly showing off their goods like they believed real women should proudly do both pissed them off and made them want so badly to break the couple and get them to loosen up by any means necessary.
Other women didn't quite measure up in their opinion: Syren was obviously as fake as a Barbie doll, Bree Lancaster had modeling experience but wasn't as stacked and even more of a stuck-up prude. That intriguing new hire Seraphina Blaze looked like she could certainly give the Glimmers a run for their money, but they were certain Amelia & Luz had even her beat... if only they could get everyone to line up to truly prove it.
The love those two women had was irrelevant as far as Gia & Gina were concerned, perhaps due to their own lack of a genuine love life and the only 'love' they'd ever truly known beyond their sexcapades being the fact that the entire Cirque du Sins troupe genuinely cared for them like one big freaky, messy family. All the Glimmers knew was that they wanted to infect the Light in the Darkness like some sort of kinky virus and drag them all the way down to their level to really have some fun.
They thought Taking Hold of the Flame would be that moment. They'd called their shot, they dressed in the sexiest attire they had short of trying to see if they could actually wrestle naked in an attempt to play on both women's clear love for vaginas over dicks. They'd groped and kissed and attempted to strip and expose them, and the rest of their careers would forever be tainted by the memory that they'd been forced to wrestle in lingerie the twins had specifically picked out for them, knowing the couple couldn't be trusted to really meet the high standard they were trying to set for real women everywhere.
None of it worked.
Worse yet, they couldn't even prey upon the relationship issues and pit the two against one another anymore considering Amelia seemed to have shelved the bitchy attitude.
Gina: Probably for the best. She was sounding less fun and more like Selena.
Gia: Still hot as fuck though.
If Gia & Gina were disappointed about anything above all else, it was that they were running back the match from Taking Hold of the Flame but without anything that made that match the truly rightful winner of match of the year, as much as they still respected James Evans and loved seeing him try to literally break old man Cid in a cage full of mirrors. They couldn't force Amelia & Luz to strip down and wrestle in as little as possible to understand their wicked vision, there were no titles on the line because Amelia had fucked it all up, and not even the idea of returning the favor and proving they could beat the Light in the Darkness 'the right way' tickled their fancy the way the Lingerie Showdown had.
Nor could the fact that the winning team got the right to use their tag title rematch first, because as much as the Glimmers could salivate over kicking the Frosts' cunts from pillar to post, they shouldn't even be needing to chase the snow bitch and her delusional prisoner of a wife in the first place.
Whatever twisted, freaky obsession had possessed the Glimmer Sisters when it came to the Light in the Darkness, it was currently drawing attention that Lucian couldn't make heads or tails of.
While the ringmaster of Cirque du Sins was drawing questionable glances for his attempt at a slutty vampire costume, which was at least better than a sparkly Twilight vampire and the only issue was the fact that he was a borderline obese blob of gelatin on the best of days, it was saying something when the attention his star attraction was getting was less drooling and more confusion, even if there was still plenty of drooling and potentially other substances that weren't his problem to clean up.
Lucian: Thank bloody fuck for good ol' natural grass.
As Lucian scanned the crowd of partygoers who'd invaded the grounds where Cirque du Sins had set up shop with additional Halloween flair, mostly trying to spot either any potential buzzkills wanting to shut the fun down or certain unwanted guests Lucian didn't want to deal with until tomorrow when it was the proper first of the month, the Glimmers caught his eye more often than not. A man with a twisted and kinky imagination the likes of Lucian Lurid could've guessed any number of sexy, slutty, sinful costumes the twins could've stuffed themselves into.
He hadn't expected to see them both dressed in skimpy purple lace bras and full-length tights that were so skintight you could see every delicious inch of their asses and the juicy lips residing below the belt, along with copies of a certain lucha libre mask that were probably stolen from the SCW merch stall just like the LITD shirts they'd vandalized into slutty shredded crop tops.
Lucian: You know something mates? You two somehow bloody fucking surprised me tonight.
Gia: Aw, you hear that Gina? Lucy likes our Luz costumes.
Gina: Sluttier than the real thing, but we were trying to capture what that spicy latina could be if she just embraced the inner whore that everybody has.
Lucian: “Like” is a very strong word mates. It's hot as hell, I can't deny that, but that's probably more you two bloody cunts than the costumes. It's definitely got people bloody talking though.
Gia: As it should! We're spreading the word of what Ample Amelia and Luscious Luz could truly be, and hopefully that message gets passed along to them loud and clear at Apocalypse when we prove who's truly the greatest fucking tag team in SCW period.
Angel: Never thought I'd see the day you twin cunts would actually sound unhinged. It sounds kinky.
Gia, Gina and Lucian all turned to see Angel strut his way through the crowd, having decided to try and dress up like some kinky cross between a spider and one of his usual drag queen getups. It was certainly working if the gazes the twins threw his way were any indication.
Gina: You're one to talk bitch. Should I bring up the little stunt you pulled at our last show? You sounded ready to be rawdogged right in the middle of the center ring.
Angel: Maybe I was, and it's sad Lucy here didn't bite on the tempting offer I gave him to sell to the crowd. Have to say though... the way you two have been fucking with those two lovebirds? Mwah! My compliments to whichever one of you spicy sluts have been coming up with this stuff.
Gia: Oh come on, asshole. Everybody knows Gina & I are a packaged deal. Every scheme is one we cook up together, because if we're on the same wavelength then we know it's going to work.
Angel: You mean like your last couple of schemes in SCW?
For just a moment, Gia lost her cool and went to take a swing at Angel, only for Gina to grab her arm and stop her. In that brief moment, Angel's eyes went wide as he maybe realized he'd pushed the joking a little too far and he ended up crouching down and trying to curl up into a ball as best as the fake extra spider legs of his costume would allow him to.
Angel: I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry...
Gia: Oh fuck... no, I'm sorry Angel. Yeah, maybe it was a step too far, but I maybe overreacted a bit.
Lucian: A bit? Bloody fucking hell, cunt, I've heard you and your twin take worse insults and laugh them off. I get that you're both spiteful bitches when you wanna be, yeah? But neither one of you has ever had that bloody short of a fuse unless the giant bags of dicks responsible for why poor Angel is like this are the topic, and even then you're usually smarter about dealing with them.
Lucian wasn't wrong, and Gia cussed herself out under her breath over that one. For some reason, the fact that the Glimmer gravy train had seemingly stalled in SCW had caused her to start snapping more than usual. She didn't even know why... yeah, a couple months' worth of big losses and major setbacks absolutely sucked, but not even her solo setback during Fatal Fortunes or somehow losing to the patchwork joke that was Selena & Xander teaming together even got her this short-tempered. Normally, she was as cool about it as Gina was, knowing they could bounce back effortlessly and rewrite the perceptions of everyone around them by reminding the world that no one could outscheme the Glimmer Sisters.
Hell, she couldn't even fully blame this developing obsession over Amelia & Luz because Gina was just as obsessed and she wasn't flying off the handle at the slightest setback. Besides, if anybody deserved to be more pissed about how their machinations were falling apart, it was Gina considering it was her fucking trios contract that set up the Lingerie Showdown in the first place.
While Gia seemed to be trying to sort herself out, Gina watched as Lucian knelt down beside Angel and tried to reassure him that everything was alright. It was weird as hell from Lucian Lurid of all people, but the drag queen had been through so much and didn't deserve to have traumatic flashbacks to whatever he'd endured at the hands of those sick fucks Antonio and Vincent all because Gia was about two seconds away from decking him.
Gina: Let us know if he comes around to wanting an apology. I'll make sure Gia gives him one.
Lucian nodded but otherwise kept his focus on Angel, allowing Gina to grab her sister's wrist and drag her twin through the throng of costumed party people. Gia didn't resist or protest, almost staring blankly at where Lucian was trying to help get Angel back into a proper party mood. She only snapped out of it when she realized Gina was pinning her to the side of their trailer in a way that would've been hot as fuck if they weren't sisters and she hadn't clearly just fucked up.
Gia: What the flying fuck was that?
Gina: I was hoping you would tell me.
Gia: You think I fucking know why I snapped at him like that?
Gina: Considering you're snapping at me now, something's bothering you sis. You definitely owe Angel an apology, especially after he genuinely apologized to us for the role he got forced to play by those two chucklefucks nobody likes.
Gia: I know, I know, I fucked up. Fuck Gina, what's wrong with me?
Gina: Again, I was hoping you could tell me. Even when we're at our bitchiest, you've never been this much of a cunt over little things.
Gia felt the urge to reply, to snap at her twin again, but this time she resisted. Gina was right, had been right the last time she called out Gia for crashing out even if it was valid. The twins were schemers, they always had backup plans to turn things back in their favor once deployed. It was supposed to be impossible to get under their skin because they were just so god damned shameless and they were the ones who were supposed to live rent free in everyone else's heads. The fact that she'd had such a short fuse, while maybe hot to some people, was unnatural for either Glimmer, and exactly why was an answer that seemed to be escaping her.
Gia: I don't know Gina. I know that's a shitty fucking answer, but I honestly don't know why I've been so thin-skinned lately.
Gina: Well we need to figure it out, because the moment we step in front of a camera and we're not shoving our greatness down people's throats like we know they want our tits and cunts in their mouths, people will actually start believing that we're rattled. I don't know about you, but I really don't care to hear what either of those braindead commentators or any stupid bitch in that locker room thinks when they believe they actually have some leverage on us or some shit, or worse:we stop being sultry-yet-smart about how we bend the rules and actually fuck up in a way that could cost us this gig.
Gia: You think Franky D. has the balls to fire us? I know he hates us, but he's too much of a-
Gina: Pussy, I know. But I'm talking about CHBK or someone higher up that actually stops caring about the ratings and sales we bring in by being proud slutty clowns capable of things no one else in the wrestling business is. We give them a reason to drop our act, and we're well and truly fucked.
Gia audibly spat out her breath and groaned at the thought of this mess. Tonight was supposed to be their hot-yet-weird little tribute to what their opponents tomorrow night could be on top of a night where sin and debauchery was celebrated in the true spirit of Halloween, and here she was being the very buzzkill Lucian had been scanning the crowd for all night to give a big ol' boot to.
???: Personally, I think that kind of feisty temper makes you perfect just the way you are.
The unwelcome addition to the twins' conversation sent chills down their spines, and whatever gravity had existed in this moment was now dead and gone as they both turned to see Vincent standing a short ways away, sipping from a cup of alcohol while wearing a more plain suit than he usually did.
Gina: What the hell are you supposed to be?
Vincent: News anchor, weatherman, corporate mastermind, business savant, the president of the god damn country... take your pick.
Gia: My vote goes to lazy as fuck because every time we see that stupid grin of yours, you're always wearing a tacky suit.
Vincent: Tacky!? All my suits are custom tailored and worth more than you sluts have ever made working for SCW, thank you very much.
Gina: Why are you here, fuckface?
Vincent: Oh, namecalling now, huh? Maybe you've both got a bit of that temper... daddy likes.
When Gina let go of her sister, she didn't even try to stop Gia from attempting to kick Vincent's head off, the only disappointment being that the predatory porn director actually ducked it and backed away.
Vincent: Whoa, OK maybe getting a little too heated now. Bad girls!
Gia: We're not dogs, asshole!
Gina: Or yours in any capacity, so kindly fuck off and let us get back to partying in peace.
Vincent: Relax, you two. I just wanted to stop by because I heard Lucian was throwing a little shindig. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to... scout some new talent, if you know what I mean.
Gia: The circus is off limits and you and your stupid fucking fuck buddy know that.
Vincent: Oh believe me, we do... Antonio's been quite pissed at Lucian's little success story, especially the part where he doesn't need to rely on you two all the time to bail him out.
Gina: Are we supposed to cry for him? Because I think my sister will agree that we'd rather see him crying after we kick him in the dick so hard he literally coughs up his testicles.
Gia: Maybe we can emasculate you and send you back to him as a warning.
The threat didn't land the way the twins had intended it to, because instead of being annoyed or preferably being afraid, Vincent simply started laughing like a deranged lunatic before he cleared his throat.
Vincent: You both are growing sets of your own. Cute. But I'd tread lightly if I were the two of you. I know you both don't have a lot to lose, but I know it would fucking hurt if you suddenly did. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your holiday party ladies. And please do us all a favor and actually kick some ass tomorrow night.
Vincent's grin was unsettling as he turned and left like this conversation hadn't just happened, and as tempted as the Glimmers were to prove they weren't scared of his bullshit, not even Gia's newfound temper was enough to bait them into a potential trap with such a crafty son of a bitch. All they could do was take a deep breath and let the party carry on late into the night to perk them back up.
Tomorrow night, they'd make good on their promise of delivering a true Asspocalypse that sent their sinful message loud and clear to Amelia & Luz, not because Antonio was probably gambling on them again, but because this was their show and they were seizing the spotlight for themselves.
Many would say trick-or-treating, or haunted houses, or scary movies. Maybe even dressing up in costumes.
In the twisted genius of Lucian Lurid, the correct answer was taking that last one and not only encouraging the skimpiest, sluttiest Halloween costumes imaginable, but also making an entire party around it.
Given the growing popularity of Cirque du Sins in the wake of Rise To Greatness, Lucian had grown more comfortable with the idea of increasing the number of parties his sinful circus of smut was willing to put on, drawing in paying crowds for the rare opportunity to have more intimate interactions with his menagerie of horny freaks than would likely be possible through the Lust Ticket unless you were one lucky son of a bitch. The fact that their annual 4th of July Carnalval was already a highlight of every year and the party they'd thrown for New Year's had also been a hit (Antonio flying off the deep end notwithstanding), he'd probably accept being called an idiot if he didn't think hosting a Halloween party was bloody brilliant.
He might've preferred a better location than Indianapolis, of all cities, but he'd take what he could get when he could still piggyback off of following SCW for as long as he could.
It was hard to really have too much distance getting in the way considering the weekend of the holiday would give way to the Apocalypse pay-per-view, and the last thing the Ringleader of Lust wanted to do was screw over his star attraction by denying them something they'd been hungry for.
Though, it was hard for him to really judge exactly what kind of hunger he was talking about when it came to the Glimmer Sisters and their twisted lust for the Light in the Darkness.
Most people were probably just as baffled by how everything was playing out, and the Glimmers preferred it that way.
In all the time they'd essentially been proud circus sluts sharing their goods with anybody who caught a glimpse of them, never before had anybody really seemed to hook the attention of Gia & Gina. Every guy and girl they had fun with, from fellow circus acts to horny fans and lucky Lust Ticket drawing winners, never lingered for too long in their minds. It was always just a fling and then they sauntered and cartwheeled their way to the next one, only remembering names when they were important.
Something about Amelia Nevado & La Pequena Luz was different though... and the twins themselves couldn't even seem to figure out why.
They hated the couple, that much was certain. The very idea that the Light in the Darkness could call themselves a better tandem, that the fans all claimed the same time and time again, stuck in the twins' craws more than even giant dildos designed to try and make them gag and tap out because it was too much. The fact that they had beaten the twins at their own game back at Taking Hold of the Flame bothered them far more than they ever admitted, even if the cracks had shown a few times when it was brought up on TV. Losing the tag titles to them when they were barely holding together, failing to strip the world title off of Amelia... maybe they would have truly been as content as they claimed with that outcome given everything they'd gotten to do on that night in spite of the loss, but the fact that they seemed to struggle ever since that defeat made the loss properly sting.
Perhaps the reality they struggled to fully comprehend was that the thing they hated most about the couple was the same thing that drew them in in the first place: despite being all sweet and innocent and goody-goody professionals, Amelia & Luz were probably the only women on the entire roster who naturally possessed the kind of top tier porn star quality bodies that could actually give the sinful sisters a run for their money, and the fact that they weren't proudly showing off their goods like they believed real women should proudly do both pissed them off and made them want so badly to break the couple and get them to loosen up by any means necessary.
Other women didn't quite measure up in their opinion: Syren was obviously as fake as a Barbie doll, Bree Lancaster had modeling experience but wasn't as stacked and even more of a stuck-up prude. That intriguing new hire Seraphina Blaze looked like she could certainly give the Glimmers a run for their money, but they were certain Amelia & Luz had even her beat... if only they could get everyone to line up to truly prove it.
The love those two women had was irrelevant as far as Gia & Gina were concerned, perhaps due to their own lack of a genuine love life and the only 'love' they'd ever truly known beyond their sexcapades being the fact that the entire Cirque du Sins troupe genuinely cared for them like one big freaky, messy family. All the Glimmers knew was that they wanted to infect the Light in the Darkness like some sort of kinky virus and drag them all the way down to their level to really have some fun.
They thought Taking Hold of the Flame would be that moment. They'd called their shot, they dressed in the sexiest attire they had short of trying to see if they could actually wrestle naked in an attempt to play on both women's clear love for vaginas over dicks. They'd groped and kissed and attempted to strip and expose them, and the rest of their careers would forever be tainted by the memory that they'd been forced to wrestle in lingerie the twins had specifically picked out for them, knowing the couple couldn't be trusted to really meet the high standard they were trying to set for real women everywhere.
None of it worked.
Worse yet, they couldn't even prey upon the relationship issues and pit the two against one another anymore considering Amelia seemed to have shelved the bitchy attitude.
Gina: Probably for the best. She was sounding less fun and more like Selena.
Gia: Still hot as fuck though.
If Gia & Gina were disappointed about anything above all else, it was that they were running back the match from Taking Hold of the Flame but without anything that made that match the truly rightful winner of match of the year, as much as they still respected James Evans and loved seeing him try to literally break old man Cid in a cage full of mirrors. They couldn't force Amelia & Luz to strip down and wrestle in as little as possible to understand their wicked vision, there were no titles on the line because Amelia had fucked it all up, and not even the idea of returning the favor and proving they could beat the Light in the Darkness 'the right way' tickled their fancy the way the Lingerie Showdown had.
Nor could the fact that the winning team got the right to use their tag title rematch first, because as much as the Glimmers could salivate over kicking the Frosts' cunts from pillar to post, they shouldn't even be needing to chase the snow bitch and her delusional prisoner of a wife in the first place.
Whatever twisted, freaky obsession had possessed the Glimmer Sisters when it came to the Light in the Darkness, it was currently drawing attention that Lucian couldn't make heads or tails of.
While the ringmaster of Cirque du Sins was drawing questionable glances for his attempt at a slutty vampire costume, which was at least better than a sparkly Twilight vampire and the only issue was the fact that he was a borderline obese blob of gelatin on the best of days, it was saying something when the attention his star attraction was getting was less drooling and more confusion, even if there was still plenty of drooling and potentially other substances that weren't his problem to clean up.
Lucian: Thank bloody fuck for good ol' natural grass.
As Lucian scanned the crowd of partygoers who'd invaded the grounds where Cirque du Sins had set up shop with additional Halloween flair, mostly trying to spot either any potential buzzkills wanting to shut the fun down or certain unwanted guests Lucian didn't want to deal with until tomorrow when it was the proper first of the month, the Glimmers caught his eye more often than not. A man with a twisted and kinky imagination the likes of Lucian Lurid could've guessed any number of sexy, slutty, sinful costumes the twins could've stuffed themselves into.
He hadn't expected to see them both dressed in skimpy purple lace bras and full-length tights that were so skintight you could see every delicious inch of their asses and the juicy lips residing below the belt, along with copies of a certain lucha libre mask that were probably stolen from the SCW merch stall just like the LITD shirts they'd vandalized into slutty shredded crop tops.
Lucian: You know something mates? You two somehow bloody fucking surprised me tonight.
Gia: Aw, you hear that Gina? Lucy likes our Luz costumes.
Gina: Sluttier than the real thing, but we were trying to capture what that spicy latina could be if she just embraced the inner whore that everybody has.
Lucian: “Like” is a very strong word mates. It's hot as hell, I can't deny that, but that's probably more you two bloody cunts than the costumes. It's definitely got people bloody talking though.
Gia: As it should! We're spreading the word of what Ample Amelia and Luscious Luz could truly be, and hopefully that message gets passed along to them loud and clear at Apocalypse when we prove who's truly the greatest fucking tag team in SCW period.
Angel: Never thought I'd see the day you twin cunts would actually sound unhinged. It sounds kinky.
Gia, Gina and Lucian all turned to see Angel strut his way through the crowd, having decided to try and dress up like some kinky cross between a spider and one of his usual drag queen getups. It was certainly working if the gazes the twins threw his way were any indication.
Gina: You're one to talk bitch. Should I bring up the little stunt you pulled at our last show? You sounded ready to be rawdogged right in the middle of the center ring.
Angel: Maybe I was, and it's sad Lucy here didn't bite on the tempting offer I gave him to sell to the crowd. Have to say though... the way you two have been fucking with those two lovebirds? Mwah! My compliments to whichever one of you spicy sluts have been coming up with this stuff.
Gia: Oh come on, asshole. Everybody knows Gina & I are a packaged deal. Every scheme is one we cook up together, because if we're on the same wavelength then we know it's going to work.
Angel: You mean like your last couple of schemes in SCW?
For just a moment, Gia lost her cool and went to take a swing at Angel, only for Gina to grab her arm and stop her. In that brief moment, Angel's eyes went wide as he maybe realized he'd pushed the joking a little too far and he ended up crouching down and trying to curl up into a ball as best as the fake extra spider legs of his costume would allow him to.
Angel: I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm so fucking sorry...
Gia: Oh fuck... no, I'm sorry Angel. Yeah, maybe it was a step too far, but I maybe overreacted a bit.
Lucian: A bit? Bloody fucking hell, cunt, I've heard you and your twin take worse insults and laugh them off. I get that you're both spiteful bitches when you wanna be, yeah? But neither one of you has ever had that bloody short of a fuse unless the giant bags of dicks responsible for why poor Angel is like this are the topic, and even then you're usually smarter about dealing with them.
Lucian wasn't wrong, and Gia cussed herself out under her breath over that one. For some reason, the fact that the Glimmer gravy train had seemingly stalled in SCW had caused her to start snapping more than usual. She didn't even know why... yeah, a couple months' worth of big losses and major setbacks absolutely sucked, but not even her solo setback during Fatal Fortunes or somehow losing to the patchwork joke that was Selena & Xander teaming together even got her this short-tempered. Normally, she was as cool about it as Gina was, knowing they could bounce back effortlessly and rewrite the perceptions of everyone around them by reminding the world that no one could outscheme the Glimmer Sisters.
Hell, she couldn't even fully blame this developing obsession over Amelia & Luz because Gina was just as obsessed and she wasn't flying off the handle at the slightest setback. Besides, if anybody deserved to be more pissed about how their machinations were falling apart, it was Gina considering it was her fucking trios contract that set up the Lingerie Showdown in the first place.
While Gia seemed to be trying to sort herself out, Gina watched as Lucian knelt down beside Angel and tried to reassure him that everything was alright. It was weird as hell from Lucian Lurid of all people, but the drag queen had been through so much and didn't deserve to have traumatic flashbacks to whatever he'd endured at the hands of those sick fucks Antonio and Vincent all because Gia was about two seconds away from decking him.
Gina: Let us know if he comes around to wanting an apology. I'll make sure Gia gives him one.
Lucian nodded but otherwise kept his focus on Angel, allowing Gina to grab her sister's wrist and drag her twin through the throng of costumed party people. Gia didn't resist or protest, almost staring blankly at where Lucian was trying to help get Angel back into a proper party mood. She only snapped out of it when she realized Gina was pinning her to the side of their trailer in a way that would've been hot as fuck if they weren't sisters and she hadn't clearly just fucked up.
Gia: What the flying fuck was that?
Gina: I was hoping you would tell me.
Gia: You think I fucking know why I snapped at him like that?
Gina: Considering you're snapping at me now, something's bothering you sis. You definitely owe Angel an apology, especially after he genuinely apologized to us for the role he got forced to play by those two chucklefucks nobody likes.
Gia: I know, I know, I fucked up. Fuck Gina, what's wrong with me?
Gina: Again, I was hoping you could tell me. Even when we're at our bitchiest, you've never been this much of a cunt over little things.
Gia felt the urge to reply, to snap at her twin again, but this time she resisted. Gina was right, had been right the last time she called out Gia for crashing out even if it was valid. The twins were schemers, they always had backup plans to turn things back in their favor once deployed. It was supposed to be impossible to get under their skin because they were just so god damned shameless and they were the ones who were supposed to live rent free in everyone else's heads. The fact that she'd had such a short fuse, while maybe hot to some people, was unnatural for either Glimmer, and exactly why was an answer that seemed to be escaping her.
Gia: I don't know Gina. I know that's a shitty fucking answer, but I honestly don't know why I've been so thin-skinned lately.
Gina: Well we need to figure it out, because the moment we step in front of a camera and we're not shoving our greatness down people's throats like we know they want our tits and cunts in their mouths, people will actually start believing that we're rattled. I don't know about you, but I really don't care to hear what either of those braindead commentators or any stupid bitch in that locker room thinks when they believe they actually have some leverage on us or some shit, or worse:we stop being sultry-yet-smart about how we bend the rules and actually fuck up in a way that could cost us this gig.
Gia: You think Franky D. has the balls to fire us? I know he hates us, but he's too much of a-
Gina: Pussy, I know. But I'm talking about CHBK or someone higher up that actually stops caring about the ratings and sales we bring in by being proud slutty clowns capable of things no one else in the wrestling business is. We give them a reason to drop our act, and we're well and truly fucked.
Gia audibly spat out her breath and groaned at the thought of this mess. Tonight was supposed to be their hot-yet-weird little tribute to what their opponents tomorrow night could be on top of a night where sin and debauchery was celebrated in the true spirit of Halloween, and here she was being the very buzzkill Lucian had been scanning the crowd for all night to give a big ol' boot to.
???: Personally, I think that kind of feisty temper makes you perfect just the way you are.
The unwelcome addition to the twins' conversation sent chills down their spines, and whatever gravity had existed in this moment was now dead and gone as they both turned to see Vincent standing a short ways away, sipping from a cup of alcohol while wearing a more plain suit than he usually did.
Gina: What the hell are you supposed to be?
Vincent: News anchor, weatherman, corporate mastermind, business savant, the president of the god damn country... take your pick.
Gia: My vote goes to lazy as fuck because every time we see that stupid grin of yours, you're always wearing a tacky suit.
Vincent: Tacky!? All my suits are custom tailored and worth more than you sluts have ever made working for SCW, thank you very much.
Gina: Why are you here, fuckface?
Vincent: Oh, namecalling now, huh? Maybe you've both got a bit of that temper... daddy likes.
When Gina let go of her sister, she didn't even try to stop Gia from attempting to kick Vincent's head off, the only disappointment being that the predatory porn director actually ducked it and backed away.
Vincent: Whoa, OK maybe getting a little too heated now. Bad girls!
Gia: We're not dogs, asshole!
Gina: Or yours in any capacity, so kindly fuck off and let us get back to partying in peace.
Vincent: Relax, you two. I just wanted to stop by because I heard Lucian was throwing a little shindig. Seemed like the perfect opportunity to... scout some new talent, if you know what I mean.
Gia: The circus is off limits and you and your stupid fucking fuck buddy know that.
Vincent: Oh believe me, we do... Antonio's been quite pissed at Lucian's little success story, especially the part where he doesn't need to rely on you two all the time to bail him out.
Gina: Are we supposed to cry for him? Because I think my sister will agree that we'd rather see him crying after we kick him in the dick so hard he literally coughs up his testicles.
Gia: Maybe we can emasculate you and send you back to him as a warning.
The threat didn't land the way the twins had intended it to, because instead of being annoyed or preferably being afraid, Vincent simply started laughing like a deranged lunatic before he cleared his throat.
Vincent: You both are growing sets of your own. Cute. But I'd tread lightly if I were the two of you. I know you both don't have a lot to lose, but I know it would fucking hurt if you suddenly did. Anyways, enjoy the rest of your holiday party ladies. And please do us all a favor and actually kick some ass tomorrow night.
Vincent's grin was unsettling as he turned and left like this conversation hadn't just happened, and as tempted as the Glimmers were to prove they weren't scared of his bullshit, not even Gia's newfound temper was enough to bait them into a potential trap with such a crafty son of a bitch. All they could do was take a deep breath and let the party carry on late into the night to perk them back up.
Tomorrow night, they'd make good on their promise of delivering a true Asspocalypse that sent their sinful message loud and clear to Amelia & Luz, not because Antonio was probably gambling on them again, but because this was their show and they were seizing the spotlight for themselves.
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