Today, 12:14 AM
Perhaps it comes as no surprise to see whatever lot Cirque du Sins has set up shop in here in Indianapolis with a bit of Halloween flair. The circus grounds certainly have a spookier feel to them and not just because it's nighttime. The big top has replaced its usual red and black striped tent with an orange and black one, jack-o-lanterns are lit up with candles all around the grounds (though the fact that the carvings are silhouettes of men and women in various sexy poses makes it less scary and more an attempt at erotic), you have various classic Halloween decorations given a sexy twist... it's an odd sight for sure, but definitely fits the freaky, kinky vibe the adult circus has always been known for. It's not long before our looking around these spooky, sexy circus grounds catches sight of a pair of silhouettes illuminated behind a flowing red sheet, a tempting fog seductively creeping from underneath it as the female silhouettes look to either be getting dressed, or perhaps undressed. It's honestly hard to tell.
Gina(?): You think they're ready sis?
Gia(?): I don't know sis... we might be too much for their hearts to handle.
The familiar voices give away who these silhouettes belong to, but before we fully get to ponder what the Glimmer Sisters are up to this time, the sheet parts. Gia & Gina saunter out, devil horns on their heads and skin painted from head to toe a demonic red. A devil tail sways behind each of them, attached to a belt around their waists as long fingerless gloves and thigh-high boots, both black and latex, cover their arms and legs. So caught up in the tempting sight that you probably didn't even notice the pixellation until now, confirming that the bodypaint does not hide the fact that the Glimmers are completely naked. Judging by the sultry grins they're wearing, they're fully aware of the effect they're having on you.
Gina(?): Sorry to any of SCW's fans who were hoping to get a real Halloween treat this year. Even succubi like us are not immune to broadcast standards, as we're willing to bet some sort of censorship is covering all the goodies.
Gia(?): Maybe, if you come and pay us a visit here at Cirque du Sins while we're still in town, you'll be able to get quite... acquainted, with what SCW is so afraid of letting you see.
Gia (we're assuming) runs a finger along her lips before it slowly trails down her body and inevitably vanishes into the pixellation, leaving your imagination to decide what that finger might be doing with her ample breasts.
Gina(?): We hope you're all having a very happy Halloween. I'd say stay safe, but when you've got twin succubi on the prowl looking for some fun, “safe” isn't exactly our forte.
Gia(?): Cue the bitching from religious groups and concerned parents who seem to have forgotten that a cross is for crucifying, not shoving up your ass to make you more uptight than Franky D. Or apparently CHBK even because he seems to have forgotten who his only real tag team is around here. Spoiler: it's the fucking Glimmer Sisters, as if that answer took more than two seconds for you all to figure out.
Gina: Well Gia, the sad reality is that it actually might have. After all, everyone's so hung up on Deanna and her little triple crown that they actually think the Frosts deserve to be tag team champions, never mind the fact that the only thing Selena deserves is a bath in a pool of acid so no one has to put up with her little snow cunt attitude ever again, especially her poor, long-suffering, clearly abused former lover.
Gia: You've got a point sis. I mean, the poor redhead must have Stockholm syndrome given that she's still using Selena's last name and crawled right back to her when the burden of all her gold became too much for her to handle. There's a simple solution to your problem Deanna that doesn't require you to chain yourself back up to Selena like the literal bitch that you are: give us back the tag titles that rightfully belong to us. While you're at it, we'll take the world and adrenaline titles too. Unlike you, or anyone else in SCW for that matter, Gina & I were made to bathe in gold.
Gina: Unfortunately, there's another answer that those idiots out there will probably give even over the Frosts. It's a team we know aaaaaaall too well, and a team who thought we were done playing with them just because they got lucky and survived the greatest thing SCW has ever aired.
Gia: On that note guys and girls, we thank you for wising up and voting us tag team of the year, but fuck all of you for snubbing our little Lingerie Showdown as the rightful match of the year. No disrespect to Gina's old trios pal James Evans, but our little psychological game actually succeeding in accomplishing what it was supposed to do, regardless of the result.
Gina (assuming the twins are telling the truth on who's who) lets out an exaggerated sigh as she dramatically falls forward right into her sister's arms. Gia comforts her twin by rubbing her back, though it doesn't take long for that hand to trail lower and once again be swallowed by pixellation that isn't able to fully succeed in preventing us from seeing the enticing jiggle of Gina's huge, juicy ass with every pat Gia gives. We get a solid moment of this enticing display before Gina pushes herself out of her sister's arms, though she doesn't turn around and instead just looks at us over her shoulder, leaving her ass as a focal point.
Gina: Amelia, Luz... you like what you see? Don't deny it, we both know the desire for women is strong in you both. I mean, you wouldn't have married each other if that wasn't the case, and try as you might to resist our charms, we know you're both struggling to keep yourselves together after all that bullshit over “true love saves the day” or however you want to believe everything is all sunshine and rainbows again.
Gia: Don't worry... as a special treat, we'll make sure you two get the raw version of this, the cut SCW won't touch. Do with it as you please because we're happy to help you both come out of your shells. That was the whole point of the Lingerie Showdown after all, and why we were so disappointed when we couldn't resist having a little sneak peek while you two were out and seeing such... ugh, cute, boring, “practical” choices for lingerie. If that's what the two of you actually wear and and even if you even fuck each other, then you're welcome for the help.
Gina: Honestly, you two are just wasting everything at this point and it's quite sad. We meant what we said about you two being the only ones who could naturally measure up to us, and to ignore what the great goddess above gave you in favor of sportsmanship and chastity and lowering yourselves to the shallows of trying to be just like everyone else when you two could be fucking goddesses worshiped by all. Don't lie, the thought's crossed your minds ever since Taking Hold of the Flame... the Glimmer Sisters and the Light in the Darkness together as one unit so hot that we'd literally melt the competition any time we step out to that ring.
Gia: You even had a good thing going Amelia... annoying as fuck, but hot as hell. We could've guided you into being the proper kind of bitch, not the Selena kind that everybody wants to strangle until her ugly fucking head pops off, especially Deanna even if she's too pathetic to admit it. Luz could've come along too as your little pet, a brilliant spotlight just waiting to learn how to really heat up a crowd. Franky probably would've been furious, but who gives a fuck about him or his sad little wannabe circus when everybody knows the Glimmer Sisters truly run the show.
Gina: And yet... that presents a little problem that does kill the mood a bit, unfortunately.
Gina spins around on her heel as Gia steps past her and practically shoves the cameraman to the ground. Our view is of nothing but the night sky for a moment, but we don't get a chance to get back up as Gia & Gina soon loom over us, the censorship working overtime at the steamy and dominant sight, and that only makes the twins grin even more.
Gia: While we love fucking with the two of you and would kill to have that in the literal sense sometime, there's one thing about you that's reeeeeally been bugging us.
Gina: The whole “best tag team” shtick? Yeah, no, one lucky win over us doesn't erase the fact that we fucking dominated every single tag team for the past year and can even shove a trophy in your faces that proves it. Yeah, maybe we had a little too much fun last time... can you really blame us?
Gia: The sad reality that all you chucklefucks can't seem to wrap your heads around is that there is, and always will be, only one true “best tag team” in SCW, and it's the sexiest sisters and sinners you've ever seen. Not Ample Amelia & Luscious Luz, not the Frosts, not Dark Fantasy, not any team in SCW right now that we've already kicked the asses of over and over again, not any team from ancient history that everyone's only bringing back up because LITD only needs one more reign to overtake them for some record or some shit. From the day we were born, Gina and I knew we were destined to conquer the world, and no one's going to stop us from doing just that, especially not two bitches who choose to be boring over being our true equals.
Gina: So we got a little caught up in the entertainment we offered that showed the world what Amelia & Luz could truly be if they just cut the modesty crap. Last I checked, I've still beaten you twice Amelia, and I know it bothered you because it wasn't too long after Fatal Fortunes and our little KABLAMia-sponsored fun that you went crawling to the CEO to make you feel relevant. Cid Turner, Syren, Glory Braddock, none of them actually pushed you over the edge because they're afraid of the truth that stared back at them. Me? I grabbed you by that giant, juicy ass of yours and pulled you into the abyss with me, and while you didn't crawl out and realize Gia & I were right all along, you didn't come out unscathed.
Gia: And poor “little” Luz could only cry and beg and plead for her wife to come back to her instead of actually doing anything about it, just like Deanna was too afraid to actually fight back when Selena stole her opportunity like the petty, narcissistic cunt that she is. The fact that Luz was so pathetic that she somehow actually puppy dog eyed her way into “saving” you makes me want to puke. But please, keep gloating about how you're the greatest, keep pumping yourselves full of hot air, because when the Glimmer Sisters burst your bubble at Apocalypse, there will be no doubt.
Gina: Especially since we're not done with the two of you... not by a long shot.
Gina winks as the twins' grins grow especially wicked with glee, the two of them crouching down and prowling over the cameraman like they're a juicy hunk of meat and these two are going to drain him of everything.
Gina: Maybe we can't have the kind of fun we would've preferred at Apocalypse, but that's not going to stop us from making the most of what we've got. We know you're going to be so desperate to make up for our fun little intervention on Breakdown-
Gia: For the record, we were doing The Vision a favor by making it clear they'll never be championship material, since Melinda keeps insisting on autoerotic asphyxiation with that Braddock bullshit.
Gina: And you're going to underestimate us. You're going to ride that high of “beating” us at our own game. And when you do, we'll leave you broken and humiliated, and that's just the opening act.
Gia: For the encore, we have to look no further than the tag titles themselves. After we prove we've always truly been the superior team over you and push you both one step closer to realizing your only correct path forward is to embrace the truth of your bodies that we've been trying to open your eyes to, we're going to lighten Deanna's load and she'll thank us for saving her when we unclip her leath and use it to choke Selena until she drops dead in the middle of that ring and the entire locker room lines up to kiss our asses in celebration that the bitch is finally gone. You'll both still have your rematch... we just get first dibs, and by the time you get to take your shot, we'll do this dance all over again.
Gina: And let's not forget the juicy irony that, like it or not, you may find yourselves learning a thing or two from us regardless. After all, unless someone fucked up when figuring out the schedule, I'm pretty sure I saw that the return of the trios tournament is on the horizon, and whether Gia or I are drawn to defend my crown with James and Enigma sadly stepping away... there's four of us altogether. I'd say there's some pretty good odds in there that a Glimmer gets drawn to team with either one of you, and then the fun will really heat up. The third wheel will be irrelevant... all that will matter is that you two aren't escaping us that easily... not until you've become intimately familiar with the “help” we're offering that will turn your your careers and your lives around.
Gia: For most of our time in SCW, the Glimmers have been unstoppable to a degree that no one, especially not the two of you, could ever hope to replicate. We plan on showing you both a taste of what that could do for you come Apocalypse.
Gina: And all you have to do is say our names... and beg for the Asspocalypse that will define the entire night and make sure the only thing anyone will remember mattering on the entire card is that the Glimmer Sisters reign supreme and look hot as hell doing it.
Gia: You two are welcome in advance.
Gia is the one winking now as the two of them both rise to stand tall before they turn around, their thick, juicy peaches looming like moons over us. Stereo spanks are the only warning we get before the pixellation (or copious amounts of booty if you're Amelia & Luz watching the uncensored version that'll personally be delivered to them) consumes our vision, leaving us to fade to black.
Gina(?): You think they're ready sis?
Gia(?): I don't know sis... we might be too much for their hearts to handle.
The familiar voices give away who these silhouettes belong to, but before we fully get to ponder what the Glimmer Sisters are up to this time, the sheet parts. Gia & Gina saunter out, devil horns on their heads and skin painted from head to toe a demonic red. A devil tail sways behind each of them, attached to a belt around their waists as long fingerless gloves and thigh-high boots, both black and latex, cover their arms and legs. So caught up in the tempting sight that you probably didn't even notice the pixellation until now, confirming that the bodypaint does not hide the fact that the Glimmers are completely naked. Judging by the sultry grins they're wearing, they're fully aware of the effect they're having on you.
Gina(?): Sorry to any of SCW's fans who were hoping to get a real Halloween treat this year. Even succubi like us are not immune to broadcast standards, as we're willing to bet some sort of censorship is covering all the goodies.
Gia(?): Maybe, if you come and pay us a visit here at Cirque du Sins while we're still in town, you'll be able to get quite... acquainted, with what SCW is so afraid of letting you see.
Gia (we're assuming) runs a finger along her lips before it slowly trails down her body and inevitably vanishes into the pixellation, leaving your imagination to decide what that finger might be doing with her ample breasts.
Gina(?): We hope you're all having a very happy Halloween. I'd say stay safe, but when you've got twin succubi on the prowl looking for some fun, “safe” isn't exactly our forte.
Gia(?): Cue the bitching from religious groups and concerned parents who seem to have forgotten that a cross is for crucifying, not shoving up your ass to make you more uptight than Franky D. Or apparently CHBK even because he seems to have forgotten who his only real tag team is around here. Spoiler: it's the fucking Glimmer Sisters, as if that answer took more than two seconds for you all to figure out.
Gina: Well Gia, the sad reality is that it actually might have. After all, everyone's so hung up on Deanna and her little triple crown that they actually think the Frosts deserve to be tag team champions, never mind the fact that the only thing Selena deserves is a bath in a pool of acid so no one has to put up with her little snow cunt attitude ever again, especially her poor, long-suffering, clearly abused former lover.
Gia: You've got a point sis. I mean, the poor redhead must have Stockholm syndrome given that she's still using Selena's last name and crawled right back to her when the burden of all her gold became too much for her to handle. There's a simple solution to your problem Deanna that doesn't require you to chain yourself back up to Selena like the literal bitch that you are: give us back the tag titles that rightfully belong to us. While you're at it, we'll take the world and adrenaline titles too. Unlike you, or anyone else in SCW for that matter, Gina & I were made to bathe in gold.
Gina: Unfortunately, there's another answer that those idiots out there will probably give even over the Frosts. It's a team we know aaaaaaall too well, and a team who thought we were done playing with them just because they got lucky and survived the greatest thing SCW has ever aired.
Gia: On that note guys and girls, we thank you for wising up and voting us tag team of the year, but fuck all of you for snubbing our little Lingerie Showdown as the rightful match of the year. No disrespect to Gina's old trios pal James Evans, but our little psychological game actually succeeding in accomplishing what it was supposed to do, regardless of the result.
Gina (assuming the twins are telling the truth on who's who) lets out an exaggerated sigh as she dramatically falls forward right into her sister's arms. Gia comforts her twin by rubbing her back, though it doesn't take long for that hand to trail lower and once again be swallowed by pixellation that isn't able to fully succeed in preventing us from seeing the enticing jiggle of Gina's huge, juicy ass with every pat Gia gives. We get a solid moment of this enticing display before Gina pushes herself out of her sister's arms, though she doesn't turn around and instead just looks at us over her shoulder, leaving her ass as a focal point.
Gina: Amelia, Luz... you like what you see? Don't deny it, we both know the desire for women is strong in you both. I mean, you wouldn't have married each other if that wasn't the case, and try as you might to resist our charms, we know you're both struggling to keep yourselves together after all that bullshit over “true love saves the day” or however you want to believe everything is all sunshine and rainbows again.
Gia: Don't worry... as a special treat, we'll make sure you two get the raw version of this, the cut SCW won't touch. Do with it as you please because we're happy to help you both come out of your shells. That was the whole point of the Lingerie Showdown after all, and why we were so disappointed when we couldn't resist having a little sneak peek while you two were out and seeing such... ugh, cute, boring, “practical” choices for lingerie. If that's what the two of you actually wear and and even if you even fuck each other, then you're welcome for the help.
Gina: Honestly, you two are just wasting everything at this point and it's quite sad. We meant what we said about you two being the only ones who could naturally measure up to us, and to ignore what the great goddess above gave you in favor of sportsmanship and chastity and lowering yourselves to the shallows of trying to be just like everyone else when you two could be fucking goddesses worshiped by all. Don't lie, the thought's crossed your minds ever since Taking Hold of the Flame... the Glimmer Sisters and the Light in the Darkness together as one unit so hot that we'd literally melt the competition any time we step out to that ring.
Gia: You even had a good thing going Amelia... annoying as fuck, but hot as hell. We could've guided you into being the proper kind of bitch, not the Selena kind that everybody wants to strangle until her ugly fucking head pops off, especially Deanna even if she's too pathetic to admit it. Luz could've come along too as your little pet, a brilliant spotlight just waiting to learn how to really heat up a crowd. Franky probably would've been furious, but who gives a fuck about him or his sad little wannabe circus when everybody knows the Glimmer Sisters truly run the show.
Gina: And yet... that presents a little problem that does kill the mood a bit, unfortunately.
Gina spins around on her heel as Gia steps past her and practically shoves the cameraman to the ground. Our view is of nothing but the night sky for a moment, but we don't get a chance to get back up as Gia & Gina soon loom over us, the censorship working overtime at the steamy and dominant sight, and that only makes the twins grin even more.
Gia: While we love fucking with the two of you and would kill to have that in the literal sense sometime, there's one thing about you that's reeeeeally been bugging us.
Gina: The whole “best tag team” shtick? Yeah, no, one lucky win over us doesn't erase the fact that we fucking dominated every single tag team for the past year and can even shove a trophy in your faces that proves it. Yeah, maybe we had a little too much fun last time... can you really blame us?
Gia: The sad reality that all you chucklefucks can't seem to wrap your heads around is that there is, and always will be, only one true “best tag team” in SCW, and it's the sexiest sisters and sinners you've ever seen. Not Ample Amelia & Luscious Luz, not the Frosts, not Dark Fantasy, not any team in SCW right now that we've already kicked the asses of over and over again, not any team from ancient history that everyone's only bringing back up because LITD only needs one more reign to overtake them for some record or some shit. From the day we were born, Gina and I knew we were destined to conquer the world, and no one's going to stop us from doing just that, especially not two bitches who choose to be boring over being our true equals.
Gina: So we got a little caught up in the entertainment we offered that showed the world what Amelia & Luz could truly be if they just cut the modesty crap. Last I checked, I've still beaten you twice Amelia, and I know it bothered you because it wasn't too long after Fatal Fortunes and our little KABLAMia-sponsored fun that you went crawling to the CEO to make you feel relevant. Cid Turner, Syren, Glory Braddock, none of them actually pushed you over the edge because they're afraid of the truth that stared back at them. Me? I grabbed you by that giant, juicy ass of yours and pulled you into the abyss with me, and while you didn't crawl out and realize Gia & I were right all along, you didn't come out unscathed.
Gia: And poor “little” Luz could only cry and beg and plead for her wife to come back to her instead of actually doing anything about it, just like Deanna was too afraid to actually fight back when Selena stole her opportunity like the petty, narcissistic cunt that she is. The fact that Luz was so pathetic that she somehow actually puppy dog eyed her way into “saving” you makes me want to puke. But please, keep gloating about how you're the greatest, keep pumping yourselves full of hot air, because when the Glimmer Sisters burst your bubble at Apocalypse, there will be no doubt.
Gina: Especially since we're not done with the two of you... not by a long shot.
Gina winks as the twins' grins grow especially wicked with glee, the two of them crouching down and prowling over the cameraman like they're a juicy hunk of meat and these two are going to drain him of everything.
Gina: Maybe we can't have the kind of fun we would've preferred at Apocalypse, but that's not going to stop us from making the most of what we've got. We know you're going to be so desperate to make up for our fun little intervention on Breakdown-
Gia: For the record, we were doing The Vision a favor by making it clear they'll never be championship material, since Melinda keeps insisting on autoerotic asphyxiation with that Braddock bullshit.
Gina: And you're going to underestimate us. You're going to ride that high of “beating” us at our own game. And when you do, we'll leave you broken and humiliated, and that's just the opening act.
Gia: For the encore, we have to look no further than the tag titles themselves. After we prove we've always truly been the superior team over you and push you both one step closer to realizing your only correct path forward is to embrace the truth of your bodies that we've been trying to open your eyes to, we're going to lighten Deanna's load and she'll thank us for saving her when we unclip her leath and use it to choke Selena until she drops dead in the middle of that ring and the entire locker room lines up to kiss our asses in celebration that the bitch is finally gone. You'll both still have your rematch... we just get first dibs, and by the time you get to take your shot, we'll do this dance all over again.
Gina: And let's not forget the juicy irony that, like it or not, you may find yourselves learning a thing or two from us regardless. After all, unless someone fucked up when figuring out the schedule, I'm pretty sure I saw that the return of the trios tournament is on the horizon, and whether Gia or I are drawn to defend my crown with James and Enigma sadly stepping away... there's four of us altogether. I'd say there's some pretty good odds in there that a Glimmer gets drawn to team with either one of you, and then the fun will really heat up. The third wheel will be irrelevant... all that will matter is that you two aren't escaping us that easily... not until you've become intimately familiar with the “help” we're offering that will turn your your careers and your lives around.
Gia: For most of our time in SCW, the Glimmers have been unstoppable to a degree that no one, especially not the two of you, could ever hope to replicate. We plan on showing you both a taste of what that could do for you come Apocalypse.
Gina: And all you have to do is say our names... and beg for the Asspocalypse that will define the entire night and make sure the only thing anyone will remember mattering on the entire card is that the Glimmer Sisters reign supreme and look hot as hell doing it.
Gia: You two are welcome in advance.
Gia is the one winking now as the two of them both rise to stand tall before they turn around, their thick, juicy peaches looming like moons over us. Stereo spanks are the only warning we get before the pixellation (or copious amounts of booty if you're Amelia & Luz watching the uncensored version that'll personally be delivered to them) consumes our vision, leaving us to fade to black.
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