The Glimmer Sisters vs. The European Fiery Nation (Federico Gasperoni & Oskar Theron)

[Kemal Yilmaz]

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Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, September 30, 2026

[Glimmer]

Rise To Greatness had not gone the way the Glimmer Sisters had hoped it would.

The fact that I'm actually referring to it by its proper name as opposed to Rise To Glimmer should be a good enough indication of that, as no Glimmer was rising on that night.

A chaotic ladder match with a singles title on the line sounded easy enough on paper. The whole concept of the match played heavily to the twins' strengths as legit acrobats and flexible circus freaks, not to mention they were working together the entire time while everyone else was in that 'every person for themselves' mindset, including the two men who were supposed to be working together as henchmen for Franky D. Gia & Gina made it clear their goal was to be co-champions no matter how it became the case, but as they sauntered their hot asses back to the lot where Cirque du Sins had set up shop for the big weekend, there was no gold to be found.

Just bruises and welts decorating their bodies without anything to show for it.

With Rise To Greatness in the books, though, it meant that SCW had entered a break period to allow for everybody to recover and adrenaline highs to die down before they began to do the long and winding road all over again to next year's show. One would think this would be a major problem for Cirque du Sins, considering the terms of Lucian's loan had been altered by that snake Antonio just so he could try and lay claim to more of the twins' pay days they weren't receiving from SCW during this time, hoping to finally catch the obese peddler of sinful smut in circus form and be able to seize the entire operation for his own twisted and sleazy desires.

If there was any silver lining from that weekend though, it was the fact that Cirque du Sins seemed to put itself even more on the map, even despite the Glimmers' loss.

Setting themselves up in a way that made it seem like they were part of the Rise To Greatness festivities and doing a little performance as part of the Glimmers' entrance had drawn tons of new eyes to what the adult circus had to offer besides just the two hottest women on the entire planet. As a result, shows after the pay-per-view had been sold out for weeks, even months, in advance no matter where the traveling show was heading to set up shop. Lucian was reporting higher and higher profits than ever before, and it had ultimately been more than enough to satisfy the sadistic loan shark and keep him at bay while still being able to turn a good profit.

What made it all the more impressive was the fact that Cirque du Sins had been pulling this off for a while now... without the Glimmer Sisters.

Despite not getting seriously hurt in the ladder match (unlike what they had done to the cowgirl that absolutely had to take her out of the picture for some time, as proof of just how happily they would actually hurt someone if need be to get their way), Lucian had still given Gia & Gina a break to lick their wounds and heal up, letting Angel take over their usual acts. Considering the money coming in, it was clear the twins alone did not make the X-rated circus despite being arguably its star attraction for years, and the Glimmers actually didn't have a problem with this as they loved their chaotic circus family and wanted this place to thrive.

The problem was that they were stuck trying to pull themselves together. Not physically, as their wounds would be healed and they'd come back hotter than ever whenever SCW started touring again. Mentally though?

Gia: How the flying fuck did that nutcase actually retain the damn title!?

Gina: I could actually watch that match back a thousand times and still not have an answer for you, sis.

Gia: Well find one, bitch! There is no way in hell Rise To Glimmer should have ended without a Glimmer leaving with gold!

Gina: And what do you want me to say Gia? We danced our way down to that ring, ruined every pair of pants in that audience, put on a ladder match performance SCW has never seen before... we got thrown off a fucking ladder and by the time we recovered from that, Dexy Dickbag had the title. We could spin this shit a million different ways, it doesn't change the fact that we're not champions right now.

Yeah... they're not doing so hot in that department.

Gia & Gina were both in their trailer, not a scrap of clothing to be found on them, but while their wounds seemed to have healed they didn't seem to be embracing the flaunting of their curves even in a private space like they normally would. Instead, Gia was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger ready to pounce while Gina was laying on the couch in what would be an admittedly sexually enticing pose if it wasn't for the annoyed scowl on her face. Not too far away sat the TV, currently frozen on the image of Dexter Grant pulling down the U.S. title to seal his victory in the ladder match.

Gia: That was supposed to be OUR night Gina! OUR moment! We should be champions in some fucking fashion right now!

Gina: I agree, but like it or not, this is the shitty reality we're stuck with. We'll just adapt like we've always done and-

Gia: GODDESS FUCKING DAMN IT!

Gia ripped the remote that Gina had been holding right out of her twin's hand and hurled it with enough force that it penetrated the TV screen, and not in any way that would be arousing. Maybe the sight of a TV remote jammed through Dexter's mouth would be entertaining, but they had the visual for maybe 5 seconds at best before the TV just died altogether.

Gina: Well, fuck our TV, I guess. I'll add a new one to our shopping list-

Gia: Bitch, how are you so calm about all of this!?

Gina: For fuck's sake Gia, you're acting like we've never lost before. Christ, it wasn't even this bad when Xander and the snow bitch held together with duct tape long enough to hand us our first real SCW loss. It sucks, people are going to get ideas about us, we totally prove them wrong and take over once again.

Gia: This isn't like those other times Gina! Yeah, we've lost, I'd be stupid not to think we were unbeatable even if we always act like we are when cameras are rolling. The day we stop acting like we aren't the queens of the whole fucking world is the day it actually becomes reality. But look at what's happened: we lost the tag titles and failed to get the world title because those goody two-shoes sluts actually beat us at our own game, and people still won't shut up about it even when we pointed out how we still won that night. We fought to a fucking draw with Dipshit Dex and that emo chick he abandoned. And now we lost this ladder match! We actually look fucking mortal! I think I'm allowed to crash the hell out over that!

Gina had been opening her mouth and trying to get a word in edgewise, but her twin was clearly not going to allow it until her own rant was done. Still, by the time Gia was finished venting, she realized that Gina had stood up and sauntered her big bare ass over to a little trophy shelf that now included two new additions: their trophies for rookie of the year and tag team of the year.

Gina: I'm not saying your crashout isn't valid, sis. And yeah, my point exactly, people are going to assume we're not the threat we were when we dominated for so long. Let them make asses of themselves, because once things get going again? It'll be our asses they're all kissing. Or have you already forgotten the seeds we've already planted?

Gia huffed, knowing the point Gina was trying to make. Even when it was confirmed they had inserted themselves into the U.S. title picture, they still couldn't resist messing with Deanna Frost and making it clear they hadn't forgotten about the tag titles, especially since they were pretty sure they were still owed a rematch even if Amelia's ego had dropped the ball and screwed everything up.

Gia: Fuck sis, I want to trust in the script we've always played with. But do you really think we're just going to be allowed to waltz in and try to take everything from Frost Lite? Her one title's already got a challenger for it-

Gina: A challenger who also failed to beat a team we've humiliated time and time again, so taking her out if need be is child's play.

Gia: The world title's probably going to either see Amelia get a rematch or Luz try to step up to the plate or Selena try to weasel an opportunity out of her ex because 'love wins' or some bullshit like that. And that's not even getting into our married maidens of repressed sexual potential having their own tag title rematch you know the Frosts will happily give them because I guess they're all friends again now.

Gina: Then we don't let them have it without a fight. Selena knows we can beat her, Amelia knows we can beat her. Fuck all the people who won't shut up about how the Light in the Darkness proved they were the 'better team' because WE were voted the best tag team of the past year Gia, not them. We step up, we make our intentions clear, we kick some sterile ass if we have to, and boom. People suddenly realize we're not down and out just yet.

Gia seemed to think this over for a moment, and Gina seemed to help by closing the distance and hugging her twin in a way that was far too sexual for comfort for a pair of sisters, but not out of the ordinary for these two if it helped keep them in the right frame of mind.

Gia: It would mean we'd get to play with Amelia and Luz again... think we can convince them to willingly strip down to wrestle us?

Gina: I doubt it sadly, but we can work with what we've got until we kick them aside and move on to getting back everything we deserve.

Gia: Sad but true. If only we could make them come out of their shells again... maybe we can see if Derek's able to host another KABLAMia show or able to help us talk someone into sponsoring a match that'll let us have our fun.

Gina: There's also the trios tournament coming up again pretty soon, and I am technically a defending champion of it.

Gia wouldn't quite say she was fully pacified by this, but Gina was doing a damn good job of trying to keep her twin from adding anything else to their next shopping trip because she'd cause enough damage to warrant a replacement by not being able to control her anger. If anything, she tried to redirect that anger towards people who deserved it, whether it be within SCW or outside the ring and causing them headaches.

Before she could get too far into maybe trying to join her twin in getting back on track mentally, there was a knock at their door. Gia pulled away, and surprisingly, Gina let her storm over and make it clear she was in a foul mood as Gia opened the door so hard the slam definitely shattered some glasses that were knocked off the nearby counter inside the trailer. She opened her mouth to verbally bite the head off of whoever picked the wrong time to bother her...

Only to stop when she locked eyes with Angel.

The troubled drag queen wasn't in his usual getup, nor did he look like he was in any hurry to get dressed when everyone on the grounds knew Cirque du Sins had a show later that night. Further surprising was the fact that he didn't have a snarky quip at the ready as soon as Gia was baring her fangs in full angry bitch mode right at him. It was jarring enough to draw Gina's attention, and as she walked over to see what was going on for herself, she spotted Angel and raised an intrigued eyebrow. It didn't stop the audible exhale from her nostrils that made it clear at the very least she was just as uncertain as Gia was right now.

Gina: Do you need something Angel? It's not like you to just stand there and gawk when we know you don't swing this way.

Angel: Sorry, I was debating if I should come back later when hot-tits over here cooled off, but it looks like she already did.

Gia huffed, trying to fight the smirk that her lips wanted so badly to form as things between the two sides seemed to return to the dynamic they were all comfortable with.

Gia: Not quite there yet, but maybe once we can get back in an SCW ring and flip the script, I'll be more inclined to smile like the kinky clown bitch you know us to be.

Angel: Lucian asked me to come by and see if you both were feeling up to performing tonight. It's been a fucking blast getting to have the brightest spotlight, don't get me wrong... but I'm not used to performing like this for so long without something happening, and I think we all know you bitches would be a little less insane if you got to do something you love to clear your heads.

The twins exchanged looks, not surprised Lucian thought enough time had passed to get his star act back in the rotation without worry and not arguing with Angel about needing something to avoid any more heated arguments or crashouts over Rise To Greatness. That said, they didn't fully buy into that being the only reason Angel was here.

Gina: That's all?

Angel: From Lucian... yeah, pretty much. But, uh... can I come in? Or you two can come to the trailer Lucian let me have if you'd prefer. I... think we're long overdue for a talk.

Gia & Gina exchanged looks again before looking back at Angel, and they knew exactly what he was referring to. They had confirmed their long-running suspicions about Angel's return to Cirque du Sins leading up to Rise To Greatness when Angel, in his frustration, had admitted Vincent had sent him back in to spy on and try to coerce personal information out of them so he and Antonio had any sort of leverage over the tantalizing twins. That plan had ultimately failed because Gia & Gina weren't open books for a damn good reason, not even with everyone in the circus they'd known since the day the Glimmer Sisters were truly born, and Angel's efforts were ultimately moot anyway when those two deranged sociopaths had gotten what they were looking for another way.

Still, despite their frustrations with him, Gia & Gina still motioned for him to come inside as Gia closed the door behind him, more gently than she had opened it. They had figured this moment was coming ever since Angel, once again, had defied the man who practically owned him to make sure they didn't get to learn if a bullet could penetrate all their titflesh. The fact that he was still traveling with the circus this whole time and hadn't slipped away once to answer whatever Antonio or Vincent needed of him was a promising sign, but they weren't ready to fully lower their guards quite yet.

Angel: I know it's fucking cliche and shit, but I owe you both an apology above all else. You know I'm not great at it, so... sorry.

It may have been a crappy apology, but Angel at least sounded sincere in his attempt, which seemed to be enough for the Glimmers.

Gia: What the hell was up with you coming back just to try and pry personal info out of us, anyway?

Angel seemed dumbfounded at the response, mostly because his apology seemed to be acknowledged more silently than he'd maybe anticipated, but he managed to gather his thoughts somewhat quickly.

Angel: It was nothing personal on my end, I swear. It's just that Vincent knew Antonio was already forcing me to be part of the circus roster to try and outshine you cunts and take your place completely and saw that as an in to make me cozy up with you and see what I could learn, especially after you went out of your way to dig up all the dirt you could on me.

Gina: In hindsight, yeah that was maybe a bit fucked up on our end. We just hated seeing the way Antonio treated you and thought we could Batman our way into getting you out of it.

Gia: We know it sounds stupid, but-

Angel: Yeah, it does, but I get it. I wish you didn't go through all that effort, but... fuck, I've never had someone actually give an honest shit about me in so long. It's why I fought so hard to resist your help, or why I tried to spare you and throw myself on the fire when Antonio tried to kill you both back around New Year's. I should've known he'd be petty enough to not let this stupid bullshit go... he and Vincent hate the idea that Lucian and this whole circus is not only a good rival to the more 'legit' work they do, but that he's also actually paying this loan off. You two would've stayed in his crosshairs regardless... all I did was bring more hell upon myself for no reason and nearly fuck up what little goodwill I'd actually earned.

Before Angel could actually start breaking down in tears, Gina put a hand on his shoulder, one that was far more comforting than he was clearly used to judging by his initial flinch. Gia mirrored her twin so they both were trying to comfort him.

Gina: Look Angel... we've all fucked up in one way or another. This circus kind of has a habit of attracting those kinds of people, if you ask any of those uptight cunts out there who love looking down on the proudly slutty. But since we do know more than we should about you... we get it. We get why you felt you had no other choice, why you resisted our help.

Gia: We'll back off from now on if you really want us to. Hell only knows what those two are going to do to you after you went and saved us again back in Detroit, let alone cook up for us next.

Angel: Nah... I think I'd actually like to do this shit right for once. Make a more honest living out of being a proud slut. You two were willing to give me a chance... I can't promise they won't try to use me against you again once they're done licking their wounds, but I'm willing to help so we can shut this shit down once and for all. If you're alright with my help, of course...

Gina: Of fucking course we are.

Gia: Whatever those two dickbags try next... we'll be ready for them.

There was still plenty that needed to be discussed, but that's the note both sides agreed to leave things on for now, especially since showtime was approaching and the Glimmers needed to warm up and coordinate with Lucian to know how they were going to make their grand return to the center ring of the most sinful and seductive show on earth.

It would be after this day that Gia & Gina would also be notified of SCW's return date, marking their calendars for a date in Minneapolis on October 1st. An easy win on paper over the two members of the European Fiery Nation they'd already beaten prior to Rise To Greatness was as good a start as any to wake up the world and make it painfully clear why the Glimmer Sisters weren't someone to write off just yet after a rough patch.

If anything... they were hungrier than ever and willing to go farther than they ever had before if it got them back to where they knew they belonged: on top.

[The European Fiery Nation]

Pathetic wrestlers in the business for the wrong reasons shoot.

Oskar Theron: "Look, Federico and I have a different way of looking at the wrestling business; he loves bodybuilding powerhouse wrestlers, while I love high-flying wrestling. We couldn't be more different than ever before so before you girls become stupid and say we're the same, we aren't. The only thing that makes me and him the same is we're both from Europe."

Federico Gasperoni: "The fact is women in wrestlng to be honest make me sick the most because I've legit never ever seen any female wrestler that takes the wrestling business seriously, not one. I mean all of you women, you two especially focus on how attractive you are to a male audience, I don't. What I find attractive is people wanting to look actually like professional wrestlers on them lookuing like they could beat the living shit out of me."

Oskar Theron: "Me on the other hand, while Federico is not interested in you attractive women, I on the other hand am and I'm also interested in the attractiveness of a man as well. I got come to bed eyes for men and women all across the world and I'll be a happy man if I could marry both a man and a woman. Of course, that's against the law as I wouldn't get enough hotness."

Federico Gasperoni: "Why is it you women disrespect wrestling? Sure, I'm apart of European Fiery Nation, but the reason I haven't show my violent wrestling skills is because I've not had the chance and I'm the only guy that actually won a match on the PPV. Granted it was because it was against Flash, but I beat his ass because I had the power and the body of art skills to defeat him.

Oskar Theron: "While you girls will be nothing alike when it comes to Federico, we are on equal footing and while I think powerhouse moves are lame, like he finds high flying wrestling a disrespect to wrestling, we have the same goal of making this team better than ever before and the same goal of promoting wrestling to European wrestlers that want to get into the sport, regardless of us being different."

Federico Gasperoni: "He said it himself and I wish there was big beefy, powerhouse women around here that take their body of art with being a bodybuilder seriously and the pair of you along with every single female wrestler in this company treat wrestling like it's one big joke, even if I disagree with Oskar and he disagrees with me, but I have no problems hurting wrestlers and no problems showing them the wrestling that's been taken from me because of you idiots."

Oskar Theron: "The end of the day, our team, it's not even just going to be a wrestling team anymore and you girls will be saying, hang on, European Fiery Nation is just a wrestling team that has European teams formed. No, what we disocvered over the past few weeks, even the press conference we actually saw in person is now our team, it's going to be represented in racing as well, ARCA Menards and NASCAR Trucks Series specifically."

Federico Gasperoni: "So our name is already going to stand out all because of one man, Konrad Raab. He brought in two Italians and a French drivers to compete in these two series in order to bring European talent into American NASCAR quicker. So you see, Konrad being the team owner for them, it is now a two sport team, the first ever in history."

Oskar Theron: "However, we are focused on the wrestling side of things itself, but the point is you girls and every other team around here are only known for wrestling achievements; we are going to be known for wrestling and racing achievements all at the same time and we already got a wrestler that holds a title in another company. Yeah so we aim to make Konrad proud always.

Federico Gasperoni: "The ironic thing is apart from the brief meet backstage, I had never met Konrad properly until last Friday. But while wrestling related, it's not related to this company. I will do everything to essure that we are going to walk away with the win because you girls are boring and stale in terms of your body and you girls with the attractive sexual looks are the most overrated thing in wrestling. There is no wrestlers like me that doesn't look like a monster or look skinny that don't take their bodybuilding craft seriously."

Oskar Theron: "That's why come Breakdown, we will show you who we really are since you glimmer girls are gonna treat us like a joke as always with your narrow minded we're winning because we won matches before bullshit when wrestling can change within a heartbeat and we'll break the living hell out of you stupid girls with your narrow minded opinions that we will squash with one hand. We'll walk away with the win because we can and we will, even if our wrestling styles being so different, but we will prove that tomorrow."

[Glimmer]

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.