Xander Valentine & Selena Frost vs. The Glimmer Sisters

[Kemal Yilmaz]

SCW World Tag Team Championship

4 RP Limit for tag

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Tuesday, February 3, 2026**

[SnowQueenSCW]

Scars of a Fascade

”Homeward Bound”

Eyrie Tower
New York City, New York
January 28th, 2026
4:30pm

Selena Frost watched the city from the highest window in the Eyrie Tower, the late-January light flattening Manhattan into a cold, glittering map beneath her. From this height, the noise didn’t reach her. Just glass and sky and the faint reflection of her own face staring back at her like a stranger...

Behind her, the castle-penthouse was in motion—boxes scraping against marble floors, the low hum of voices, the occasional bark as Oberon trotted after someone, his version of ‘helping’. The suite had always been too big for just one person, but Selena had insisted on staying here after the split anyway. Fitting for a Queen? No, that wasn’t it. Punishment, maybe. Or penance. Or habit. She wasn’t sure anymore. It just had seemed proper. Exiled to the skies like she had been exiled to the cold back in Nome.

Back where I belong...

That... hadn’t been the case these last set of months. She had to admit, having Deanna and the children and Oberon, and now Midna there... it hadn’t felt like exile. It had felt like a never-ending wave of nostalgia. A taste of what was. No longer an empty home, but filled once more with a family. She had almost forgotten what that was like before the fire.

Now? It was all going to go away again. Today, the castle was being emptied, much like her heart was feeling.

She would still live here, she knew this — but Deanna and the kids were moving back to the ‘Forever Home’. Back to Manhattan. Back to the place Selena no longer felt she had the right to step into without permission.

She pressed her palm to the glass. Platinum hair fell loose over her shoulder, catching the light. She had no idea how she was going to survive the next few days. Not only did she have to go through with this, the moving out of her family and emptying of her castle into an abyss, but she was heading into the weekend with... everything against her. True, she was finally getting her hands on the damned Glimmer Sisters, but when would Xander snap? When would he turn on her and take her out? The man was dangerous and strong, yet as intelligent as a gorilla. He didn’t see how taking the tag-titles off of them was the greatest way to hurt them. No, he just wanted to smash and smash and didn’t care if he disqualified himself, and thus Selena, long as he just hurt someone. That was always his problem.

He could have just gotten the world title back from James Evans had he challenged him to a singles match with his Trios. Instead, he had made a glorified handicap match against himself.
He could have kept it him against Selena at RTG. Instead, he had focused more on her and taken Cid Turner lightly.

The past year was littered with opportunities that the man had squandered just because he had chosen the dumbest path and options rather than the ‘greater good’. In short, he was a liability – a loose cannon that would cost Selena more than she desired to spend on this stupid war with the Glimmer Sisters...

“Mom!”

Elsianna’s voice cut through the room, sharp and certain and always familiar. Selena closed her eyes for a second, as if to centre herself, before turning around. She was always on edge with her oldest daughter – not like she was with enemies like Xander Valentine or Asher Hayes or Josh Hudson or Cid Turner – No. That ‘edge’ was trying to anticipate their next move. For someone like Cid, the old “attacking from behind with the title” was beyond obvious at this point, but a loose cannon like Xander? She had no idea.

But neither of them was Elsianna. The trepidation the Snow Queen was out of saying the wrong words. Her relationship with her daughter had slowly deteriorated over the years since Selena had taken on the ‘villain’ role within SCW and only recently, had said relationship begun to form some kind of repair. It was slow and small – bit by bit like rebuilding the ‘Forever House’ – and Selena was terrified that the slightest move or mistake could topple it. Still, she did all she could to maintain her calm exterior as her eldest stood near the doorway, white hair pulled back into a messy braid, blue eyes identical to Selena’s and just as unyielding.

“We’re leaving in ten minutes.” the young girl said. A statement – not a request. “Mom said to tell you.”
Biting her lower lip, Selena nodded. “Thank you.”

Elsianna lingered, clearly unsatisfied with such a response. Her gaze flicked to the half-packed shelves, the banners from old pay-per-views still rolled and tucked away, the framed photos she refused to take down. One in particular—Selena embracing Deanna (who stood on one side of the barricade beside the SCW ring while Selena stood on the other) after a title win years ago—caught Elsianna’s attention.

“You’re not coming with us.” Elsianna observed.
Selena swallowed. “I… not tonight.”
Elsianna’s jaw tightened. “You never do.” she said under her breath.

Ignoring the sting, Selena opened her mouth to speak. Before she could, however, David ran past them both, soccer ball under his arm, Oberon chasing him with joyful determination.

“I’m gonna score a goal in the new backyard!” David shouted. “Bet you five bucks, Mom!”
Selena snorted despite herself. “You don’t have five bucks.”
David grinned. “Exactly! And I could use it!”

He disappeared down the hall, laughter echoing. Amiliah followed at a slower pace, clutching a paint-splattered sketchbook to her chest, Midna the kitten perched awkwardly on her shoulder like a tiny shadow.

“Bye, Mama!” Amiliah said softly, stopping only for a second to throw her free arm around Selena in a quick hug, Midna giving a soft ‘meow!’ in as well. Reaching the elevator where David had disappeared, she stopped for a moment before turning and waving to the taller platinum-blonde. “I drew you something. I’ll give it to you later.”

Later... Selena nodded, her throat catching, afraid her voice wouldn’t hold enough for her to speak her understanding. How much later do I actually have?

She wasn’t entirely sure. The deadline loomed... less than six months left. Six months down – six to go – and she still wasn’t convinced that there was any other way. Deanna had certainly tried. Had driven herself to so much more training and working – striving to prove to Selena that the Snow Queen’s ideals of integrity and virtue were not dead within SCW. That they could live on despite the hardships and the opinions of others. All that mattered was believing in what S-C-W truly stood for and what those words truly meant.

She’s fighting a losing battle... Selena sighed, no spark of such hope within her. Deanna’s road was far rosier than her own. She had been thrust into a prestigious tournament right out of the gate. But Selena? Held back and lied to and mislead and cheated time and time again, all with the same damn words for an answer. “Earn it...”

She hated those words more and more with each passing day. With the latest victory of Fatal Fortunes, Selena’s winning streak was somewhere around 6-7 matches in a row – the SAME number Glory Braddock had boasted AND been rewarded a world title shot for.

And yet...

Earn it... She felt her jaw clench. Syren had won ONE match to get her world title shot – given a number one contender match against a woman that had lost a number of matches in recent history. Where was her ‘number one contender match for the world title’? Where was her ‘world title match’ for winning so many matches in a row? Did the rules/rewards only work when CHBK wanted them to and NEVER when it involved her?

Of course it did! Selena felt the growl under her throat. This whole sham of a tag-team title match with the Glimmers was proof of that! The old bastard could have easily thrown her into a handicap match with the Glimmers like her had with her against the EFN, but then the risk of her winning the titles and humiliating the Glimmers had obviously stayed the bias-bastard’s hand. So he had come up with more ways to hold her back, more excuses to make. And that didn’t even touch the obvious BS that had been Fatal Fortunes!

Does he really think I’d cash in on Deanna?!

Shaking her head in frustration, Selena turned her head upwards towards the figure that still stood there. Elsianna hadn’t moved.

“What is it?” Selena asked quietly, tilting her head to the side.
The young girl merely sighed. “I still don’t know what I was thinking.” she eyed her taller mother. “You used to be my hero.”

Selena felt it, no less painful than the other times she had heard it, and let it settle in her ribs, heavy and familiar. “I know.” she answered quietly.

“You were good,” Elsianna continued, eyes burning. “Not just in wrestling. You were… just ‘good’. And now everyone hates you, and you don’t even care.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Elsianna snapped. “You cheat. You hurt people. You say awful things. And everyone cheers when Mom wins instead of you. Can’t you tell the difference?”

Selena let the silence stretch. She deserved this. Every word. “And what good would ‘caring’ too much do me? I can care until it hurts and I do, Elsianna. But they aren’t going to change. They won’t stop hating me no matter what good thing I did – or did you miss me saving Xander’s ass last time? Nope. Nobody cared. Still evil. Still bad-Selena. I could literally save a baby from a burning building, they’d just say I’m the one that started the fire – with no proof but when has common sense every been used by them? Wouldn’t matter! I’d still be hated and held back by that old bastard. Nothing would change no matter how hard I try! So I’m... I’m trying to fix everything the only way I can.”

Elsianna shook her head at the verbal onslaught. “Then why is mom able to do it?”

Selena felt her jaw clench. “Your mom hasn’t been doing this enough to see them all turn on her. To be painted as something you never wished to be because of a stupid opinion! To want forgiveness but no one will give it to you!”

Shaking her head, Selena gave a long inhale and exhale – an attempt to calm her nerves. “Whether you love me or hate me.” she spoke slowly at last. “I’m still your mother.”

Elsianna shook her head. “Well... mom’s my hero now.” Then she turned and walked away with that finality, her steps echoing louder in Selena’s ears than it should have. She stood there long after the footsteps faded, her mind racing.

It didn’t last long as more movement was heard, this time as Deanna Frost moved around the kitchen, surrounded by boxes labelled in her neat handwriting.

HOME
DAVID’S ROOM
ELSIANNA’S ROOM
AMILIAH’S ROOM
KITCHEN—FRAGILE!

Selena lost track of how many boxes there were in the room, but her eyes were more taken by the red Flash that zipped around the space. Deaana was wearing one of Selena’s old hoodies, sleeves pushed up, dark-red hair a simply ponytail that seemed to have difficulty staying put.

She looked nervous.

Not the kind of nervous that came before a match — Deanna had learned from Selena how to mask that — but the quieter kind. Selena could see that in the way Deanna zipped around, double-checking and triple-checking everything, in the way she bit her lower lip, and in the way she kept adjusting the ring on her finger – a ring that wasn’t there anymore...

“The movers are ready.” Deanna said when she noticed Selena. “They’ll be back up to take this last load down.”

Selena nodded. “Okay.”

The two stood there, awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. They had been able to grow so much closer, partially out of habit, partially out of love, and partially out of necessity as Deanna and the children had had to live here while the ‘Forever Home’ was being repaired. But now? Now Deanna didn’t have to stay here... she didn’t want to stay here.

The silence asked a singular question in both of their minds. So where does that leave us?

Deanna broke first. She always did.

“I’m excited.” she admitted, smiling too wide. “God, I missed our house. The stairs creak, and the back door sticks, and I swear the hallway smells like old books no matter what you do, but it’s ours. It finally feels like we’re… going back.”

Selena leaned against the counter, trying to ignore how her heart leapt at the words ‘we’ and ‘we’re’. She means her and the children... she reminded herself. “You deserve that.” she said aloud.

Deanna’s smile faltered, as if she could read the Snow Queen with ease. “I mean you too, Selena.”
“I’m not married to you.”

The words landed between them, sharp.

Deanna inhaled slowly. “Not yet.”

Again, Selena felt her stupid heard skip a beat, causing her to look away. The kitchen window reflected them side by side, like they used to be. Like they still were the couple of SCW – still so happily in love - if you squinted hard enough...

“I don’t think I belong there anymore,” Selena said. “That house… it’s full of ghosts. Of who we were. And I’m not—”

“Don’t,” Deanna said, firmer now. “Don’t decide that for me. Or for the kids.”

Selena turned her head to meet the redhead’s emerald eyes. Emerald green, fierce and afraid all at once.

“I’m scared.” Deanna admitted, voice dropping. “About the tournament. The semifinals. One loss and it’s over, minx.” she whispered. “All of it. The title, the streak, the respect… I keep thinking people will forget me the second I stumble. And it’s...” once more, eyes flew to Selena’s. “And it’s the same with you.”

“You’re undefeated.” Selena tried. “You’re the Adrenaline Champion.”
“And you’re the number one contender,” Deanna replied softly.

That was the other thing hanging between them.

Selena’s jaw tightened. SCW had a twisted sense of humor. The woman they loved versus the woman they loved to hate. The hero and the villain. Wife against ex-wife. And somewhere in the mess, a title belt waiting to be fought over like a prize neither of them wanted to take from the other.

“I hate that they’re doing this to us.” Selena finally said. “To you.”

Deanna gave a mere shrug, followed by a laugh without humor. “Might not even matter after this weekend.” She returned her gaze to the platinum-blonde. “What about the Glimmer Sisters?”

Selena scoffed. “Disrespectful little—” She stopped herself and exhaled. “I’ll handle it. Even if Xander gets in my way.”

Deanna winced. “I...” she tried to find the right words but it was clearly difficult. “I don’t think he’s that bad now. He did help me at Fatal Fortunes.”

Selena rolled her eyes at that. “He’s my archnemesis.” she added flatly. “The man who tried to end my career twice.”

Silence settled again, heavier this time. But it didn’t last forever as Deanna stepped closer to the taller woman. “Selena… whatever you think of yourself right now—whatever the fans chant, whatever character SCW wants you to play—you’re still… you. And I still—”

She stopped, fear flickering across her face. Selena felt the familiar urge rise. To push away. To keep the distance. To make the ending easier when July came and everything finally went quiet.

“I need to go.” Selena said abruptly with a sigh.
Deanna nodded, swallowing disappointment. “Okay.”

They stood there, inches apart, neither crossing the gap.

“I’ll see you after the finals?” Deanna offered. “Maybe… dinner?”
Selena hesitated. Then nodded. “Maybe.”

“Maybe I...” The redhead stopped herself, the automatic response of years playing a hand. “I want to say it...” she spoke sadly.

It was the first time today Selena allowed a smile to grace her features. “Go ahead.”

Deanna smiled, hopeful despite everything as she wrapped her arms around Selena’s neck. “Maybe I love you.” she whispered, her heart meaning every syllable.
“Maybe I love you, too.” Selena replied, letting Deanna pull her down for an honest, full kiss, so familiar and yet... it felt so rare in that moment.

Which hurt most of all...
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Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
January 28th, 2026
5:30pm

Selena still wasn’t sure when the decision had been made in her head.

There hadn’t been a declaration.
No dramatic turn.
No last look back at the Eyrie Tower as the sun dipped behind steel and glass.
Just a moment – some quiet, unremarkable moment — where she’d picked up her coat, followed Deanna to the elevator, and said nothing when the doors closed with her in said elevator!

Now she stood in the kitchen of the ‘Forever Home’, a half-open box at her feet, surrounded by the familiar sounds of the house settling around them like a deep breath. The place smelled the same. Old books. Lemon cleaner. Something faintly wooden and warm beneath it all. Ghosts, she’d called them—but ghosts didn’t feel this solid under her fingers. Part of her had to credit the builders – the fact they had made the house so identical to what it had been before the fire... she was impressed!

“Plates go there.” Deanna remarked, pointing with her elbow as she carried another box in. “Unless you want to argue about cabinet space again.”

Selena huffed a short laugh. “I never argued, pet. I educated!”
“Sure you did.” Deanna replied, grinning despite herself and even sticking her tongue out a little. “Well, educate yourself on where the plates go!”

David’s laughter echoed from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable thump of a soccer ball hitting a wall and Elsianna’s sharp reprimand of ‘No playing soccer inside!’. Amiliah sat cross-legged in the living room, sketchbook open, Midna batting at a loose ribbon while Oberon supervised with great seriousness despite his white, poofy face!

It was chaos. It was loud. It was… full.

With a knowing sigh, Selena slid a stack of plates into the cabinet Deanna had indicated, her movements careful, deliberate. Like if she went slow enough, the moment wouldn’t realize she was here and, thus, fall apart.

She still wasn’t sure why she’d come.

Guilt, maybe? Habit? A love that she hadn’t learned how to shut off? Or fear of what the castle would feel like tonight once the echoes finally set in...

Deanna brushed past her, close enough that their shoulders and arms touched. She paused, then leaned back slightly, offering a kind smile until she was suddenly on her tiptoes to kiss Selena’s cheek, her happiness apparent.

“You don’t have to stay.” she said quietly. Not pushing. Not pleading. Just honest. “I don’t want you upset.”
“I know,” Selena replied. And yet she didn’t move.

Another box was opened. Books shelved. A crooked picture frame straightened. Somewhere between hanging Amiliah’s drawings on the fridge and arguing about where the couch should go, the tension in Selena’s chest eased just a fraction – little by little – until she was breathing rather well. She caught Deanna watching her at one point, emerald eyes soft but searching.

“What?” Selena asked.
“Nothing,” Deanna said. “But since you asked, I’m just… glad we’re all here again.”
Selena didn’t trust her voice enough to answer.

It was almost a relief when the knock came suddenly. Sharp. Firm. Three deliberate raps against the front door. Relief for a second, but the rapping seemed off... too sharp... too firm as Selena played it over in her mind.

Hearing it too, Deanna frowned. “Were you expecting someone?”
Selena slowly shook her head, a strange prickle crawling up the back of her neck. “Considering I wasn’t planning on coming here until the literal last second? No. You?”

The shake of Deanna’s head caused Selena’s nerves to fire off alarms. Another knock. Harder this time.

David’s footsteps thundered on the stairs. “I’ll get it!”
“No,” Selena said quickly—too quickly. “I’ll—”

Too late. The front door opened.

“Probably just the neighbourhood welcoming us back!” Deanna reasoned as she and Selena, despite her words, rushed towards the door, the dread barely held back though they had no idea what they had to dread. “Or maybe Gerda! Or the Grays! Or-”

Her voice dropped as the door opened fully by David’s hands.

Silence followed. Thick. Heavy. Selena stepped into the hallway, her pulse already racing before she saw him.

Leather jacket. Cold eyes. That familiar, infuriating smirk tugging at his mouth like he knew exactly what kind of damage he’d just walked into.

“Well well well...” Xander Valentine drawled, gaze flicking past Selena, taking in the house, the noise, the life. “This is cozy.”

Selena felt Deanna come up behind her.

“…Xander?” Deanna said, confusion edging her voice.

Xander’s grin widened as his eyes locked onto Selena’s.

“Hey Deanna... Snow Queen.” he said casually to them both. “Hope I’m not interrupting family night.”

The door remained open.

No one moved. And Selena realized, far too late, that she had been right all along. I should have stayed in the castle...

[Glimmer]

When it came to a brand new year, Gia & Gina Glimmer refused to set goals or have any expectations looming over their heads.

Such things were relics of their past lives, and ones they were more than happy to leave behind for good.

As far as they were concerned, the idea of new year's resolutions was stupid and only for people who felt there was actually something they needed to improve upon. Were there things the twins could probably have going their way a little more? Absolutely, but they weren't going to go around sharing such things so openly. After all, if there was ever a moment where the Glimmers weren't grinning and gloating about how they were always steps ahead of everybody else, then the door would be open for people to hunt for any weakness that could be used to make them feel useless, or perhaps gain any sort of control over them.

Kinky BDSM fun was one thing, but Gia & Gina were not anybody's to control, no matter what some out there probably thought or hoped.

That had probably been one of the biggest reasons why the one issue they'd probably cave and make a resolution for pissed them off so much.

What happened on New Year's Eve still rattled around in their skulls like the bullet that could have very well destroyed everything they'd worked so hard to build themselves into, and it made one thing crystal clear: for as smart as manipulative as he was, Antonio wouldn't think twice about letting the likes of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia, SCW, and anybody else be left trying to pick up the pieces and explain what happened if he felt wronged enough to jump straight to ending lives. So long as he had the last laugh at the end of the day, he was a man who would get one over on you by any means necessary, and the harder you pushed back and kept him from his supposedly inevitable victory, the farther things would escalate.

While Gia & Gina knew that Antonio was a very dangerous and unstable man way too high on his own ego to really give a fuck about anybody else, up until that night, they had always believed Antonio would never dare cross that line because it would have the police knocking on his doorstep and dismantling his entire illicit empire right before his very eyes. Maybe if the twins had just been the raunchy stars of the sluttiest big top in all the land and that was it, this could've been a whole different story. But wrestling for SCW, being its tag team champions, practically being the reason the ratings constantly spiked through the ceiling whenever they strutted their sexy asses onto TV screens across the globe? Logically, that should've made them bulletproof.

In retrospect, either the twins had underestimated just how far Antonio would go at the drop of a dime, or they had gotten a little too cocky after going so long being able to somehow work virtually every situation they found themselves in to their favor, even against all odds.

Still, they had learned their lesson that night, just as they had also learned just how far some people in SCW would go just to try and stop them. Technically, the twins (Gia specifically if you really wanted to get anal about it) had finally tasted defeat... but it took Xander Valentine swallowing his pride and helping Selena's wife to do it, which also denied Gia the chance to add more gold to the Glimmer camp. Interestingly enough, Xander didn't turn right around and pull a repeat performance in helping Amelia Nevado as Gina happily messed with her, nor was there any effort to stop them from clowning on some new guy and that weirdo who complains about social media out in the parking lot the very next week.

Even still, the twins considered Fatal Fortunes an overall win, especially considering there was a moment in time where they almost wouldn't have been able to actually make it.

Gina: I still can't believe Antonio fucking lost it like that.

Gia: I can't believe I'm not doing this with a belt covering each tit. That big bitch is getting put out to pasture this weekend.

Gina: Funny how quickly you moved on from the fact that a psychopathic loan shark tried to put a bullet between your eyes.

Gia: Moved on? Hell no! But nobody needs to know that so I'm going to complain about something just as relevant instead.

The one benefit to a lot of the twins' acts for Cirque du Sins was the fact that they were often so high up that they could freely chat away and nobody would catch a word of what they were talking about. If anything, all the horny freaks putting their asses in seats would see their lips moving and probably imagine they were saying all sorts of dirty, kinky, downright filthy things while they danced and flipped about on the tightrope without a care in the world. It did make the act all the more impressive all the same, given that this was normally something you'd devote absolute focus to if you didn't want to fall and ruin the show, let alone break something if the safety net didn't hold.

Lucian: How about that folks? Bloody good shit, right? Just imagine what those sinful sisters could be saying right about now... bet your imagination's running wild and your goddamn pants are ready to be replaced, huh mates?

The crowd for today's show were more than happy to lose their shit in response, especially when Gia backflipped and contorted her body so her toes joined her hands and chin in balancing on the tightrope while her spine was bent in a perfect C-shape, leading to Gina using her sister's ass for her own handstand into a wide upside-down split that then gave way to a little bit of twerking, as a treat. This, combined with the Glimmers' seductive gazes looking down on all of them like these people had to earn the right to get their attention, only amped up the crowd even more, impressed by the absurd display of balance and acrobatics and absolutely horny for everything else on display.

Lucian raised the mic to his lips once more, ready to call an end to the twins' act, but he was cut off by an even louder roar from the fans. The ringmaster looked confused for a moment until he turned his gaze up to his star act... and about had a heart attack on the spot in the best way when a pair of tights landed right on his face. Whose were they? Who cares, especially when another pair followed suit, followed by tops, and we're pretty sure you get the point. Eventually, Gia & Gina are standing naked and proud on the tightrope, blowing kisses to the audience before they do backflips in stereo to lead into practically straddling the wire like cowgirls, a pair of sensual, unashamed moans echoing out and driving every paying customer absolutely mad.

Lucian: Holy... holy shit... well, that's one way to beat this fucking desert heat, am I right mates?

The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh as they finished up the improvised addition to their routine, leaving those fans practically begging to swarm the center ring and form a human ladder just so the twins could climb down on them. It did put Lucian in an interesting spot to wrap up the show a tiny bit later than planned, but as far as they were concerned?

Sex sells, and business couldn't be better.

Gina: Did you see how quickly these Phoenix fucks creamed their jeans when we started stripping up there?

Gia: Maybe we should've invited Amelia and her wife so they could get an uncensored view of your boobs. Ooh, or Selena's wife as a present for being the first to 'beat' either one of us... probably could show her a few things that snow cunt could never pull off in the bedroom.

Gina: Oh, are we playing homewrecker now? Or just inserting ourselves into marriages so both partners know what it's like to have a little more spice to liven things up?

Gia: Hey, we'd ask for consent first. It'd be rude not to.

Lucian: What in the absolute bloody fucking hell was all that now!?

With their routine over and no plans for any Lust Ticket fun times (mostly because despite being winter, Arizona was still so hot anybody would literally sweat their balls off), Gia & Gina had descended from their tightrope platform without a stitch of clothing to hide the heat they were rocking, mostly because they had tried to bury Lucian in them for their own amusement. Unsurprisingly, their pudgy ringmaster had almost immediately hunted them down before they got too far, holding the pair of tights that had turned into an impromptu addition to his top hat... though neither twin made a move to reclaim them, not that Lucian seemed too keen on coughing them back up just yet.

Gia: What? You didn't like our little last second addition to the show Lucy?

Lucian: If I didn't like it, I wouldn't be pitching my own bloody 'big top' if you know what I mean, now would I?

Gina: Gross. Also, you really can't blame us when Phoenix is so hot Gia and I could collect sweat in our cleavage and probably bottle it to sell to some horny basement dwellers for a few extra bucks.

Gia: Speaking of sweaty and gross... how the hell have you not keeled over yet wearing that getup?

Gia motions to the fact that Lucian is donning his usual ringmaster attire, and between that and the fact that he was an obese slob on the best of days, the man literally looked like he had just spent the past few hours in a sauna and not bouncing around the center ring like an oversized slinky.

Lucian: I mean... if you cunts want me to strip right here and now...

???: I don't think anybody wants to see what you're hiding beneath all that blob, Lucy. No offense, of course.

Gia & Gina's disgust at Lucian's proposal immediately disappears at the familiar snarky tone, and as all eyes turn towards its source, the twins have to stop themselves from trying to drape their naked asses over Angel like a pair of feather boas. Despite the bandage still covering his cheek from when Antonio had literally pistol-whipped him with that gaudy revolver of his, he looked to be all smiles as he strutted up to the group fully decked out like he was ready to go work the streets.

Lucian: First off, fucking rude mate. Second, it's bloody good to see you again, Angel.

Gina: How are you doing after... you know...

Angel: Making probably the most suicidal decision of my life to save you sluts? Eh... just another day in my life. Besides, this circus needs those tits and asses you ladies are packing to keep the moolah coming in.

Gia: True, but I don't see what's stopping you from joining us full time Angel. New Year's Eve really proved the three of us are impossible to resist and guaranteed to cause underwear to start hitting the floor.

Angel's smile slowly faded at that as he turned his gaze to the floor, and the twins exchanged concerned looks at whatever Gia may have accidentally caused. Lucian, for his own part, went from being excited about keeping Angel around as a full-time act that wasn't trying to fight with his top stars for the biggest spotlight to biting his bottom lip so hard he drew a bit of blood.

He knew, more than the Glimmers did, that if someone with ties to Antonio was hesitating about something, it was never good news.

Angel: It's tempting, believe me... especially since I still have no idea why the hell you two even went so far out of your way to try and save someone like me. But trust me when I say that you're better off stepping out of this while you have the chance.

Gia: And what the hell is Antonio going to do, huh?

Gina: Pretty sure his ass will be running from the law for at least a good-

Lucian: -nother week at best if we're lucky.

Gia & Gina did a double take at Lucian cutting in on their response, but aside from the fact that he was soaking a handkerchief to try and wipe the obscene amount of sweat from his fat face, there was nothing funny about the tone of his voice or the look of worry he was giving them now.

Lucian: Look ladies, I ain't gonna mince my bloody words here. The fact that you two are alive right now? Really fucking lucky, not a goddamn doubt. But Antonio? He don't run from the feds for very long, yeah? There probably isn't a police department anywhere in this goddamned country he couldn't ruin with blackmail and bribes to clear all his charges because he knows most of those pigs in suits have done business with him without even realizing it.

Angel: Lucian's telling the truth. I've been working for Antonio long enough to see him get busted for something and be right back to running one of his clubs in 24 hours flat as though nothing happened at all. You seem like you might've gone out of your way for god knows whatever reason trying to figure out what dirt he's got on me... now imagine just about anybody recognized as a cop and you'd be smart to know this is your chance to bow out and stop trying to play this game, because next time? You better believe he's going to fucking kill you, end of story.

Gia: So what? We're just supposed to let him keep abusing you?

Angel: Why the fuck do you even care!? I got brought into this circus for the sole purpose of replacing you so Antonio could drag you into his fold! I've been nothing but a dick from the moment we first spoke, for that exact reason! I am literally not worth all this effort you two are putting in because you're just going to throw your lives away over someone who's worthless. This place wouldn't even be alive without you! You have an entire goddamned wrestling company wrapped around your fingers and you're just days away from humiliating probably their two biggest stars of all time! Me? I made my bed a long time ago... so please, just let me lay in it.

Gia opens her mouth to respond, but she pauses as Gina places a hand on her boobs to stop her. Gia looks confused, but Gina proceeds to step forward, sauntering right past an equally confused and very concerned (not to mention painfully aroused considering she's still butt naked) Lucian and moves right up to Angel... before grabbing him by the bra covering his fake tits and pulling him in so they're nose-to-nose.

Gina: No... we're not going to do that. You may think you don't matter Anthony, but Gia and I disagree. You're a goddamn human being at the end of the day, no matter what that asshole tells you! You deserve to live your own life and make your own choices! You showed some real balls when you risked yourself to keep me from watching my sister get her brains blown out... are you seriously going to castrate yourself and go crawling back to that dickhead knowing full well what he's probably going to do to you?

Angel: At least I deserve it!

???: Well, looks like I arrived just in time for the juicy part! You guys are really putting all those boring ass daytime soap operas to shame right now, you know that?

The mounting tension growing between Gina and Angel was shattered by a voice that sounded way too much like it belonged on one of those stupid game shows that old people love to watch and idiots love to attend the tapings for in some vain hope they can be picked to play and win some useless prize. Everyone's attention turned to find a grinning face casually adjusting a three-piece blue pinstriped suit with a bowtie, a sight that honestly had the Glimmers both wanting to just punch this guy already for interrupting.

Angel, however, trembled in Gina's grip, looking like he was on the verge of shitting bricks.

Lucian: Oi mate! Who the bloody fucking hell are you?

???: Oh, you didn't hear? Ahaha... ah, of course not. I suppose my business partner is still getting all his affairs in order after he went and fucked something up on New Year's Eve. Heard you two hot little numbers and his favorite toy all had something to do with it?

Gia: Do you mind? We were kind of in the middle of something here.

Gina: Seriously, just beat it so we can go back to talking some sense into-

Angel: Vincent...

Gina raised an eyebrow at Angel's borderline horrified utterance.

Gina: You know this wannabe TV host?

Vincent: Wannabe? And to think Antonio wanted you and your tittylicious little twin there to star in some of my movies. I've seen your amateur work and your old OnlyFans stuff, by the way... real slick work ladies. But, no sweat, I'll leave you all be... once I finish collecting what Antonio can't for the month.

It took a moment for those words to process, but once they did in the brain of Lucian Lurid, you'd swear his heart dropped right out of his ass and smashed a hole in the floor.

Lucian: Wait, you're here to collect!?

Vincent: Bingo, got it in one! You can call me Vincent. Like I said, Antonio's a business partner of mine. Provides me a lot of fine pieces of ass that I make into god tier porn stars. Just ask Angel here! Huge fan of all the work Antonio's had him do for me over the years!

Vincent walked up to Angel, completely ignoring the fact that Gina still had him by his bra, and gave him a hearty smack on the back that caused the drag queen to wince and tremble a bit more. That was when Gina let go, stepping back from the guy as he tried to get right in her face with the kind of leer that had her wanting to kick his teeth down his throat.

Lucian: Well mate- uh, Vincent... follow me and I'll get Antonio his loan payment for the month so you can get on with your day.

Vincent: Marvelous.

Vincent chuckled to himself as he followed behind Lucian, the ringmaster sweating even more buckets now as Vincent strutted like he was the cock of the walk. He shot one last wink and grin to the twins before he and Lucian were out of sight, and that's when the lightbulb went off in Gia's head.

Gia: Wait sis, you remember that one director we were looking at? The one that put out the really high budget and high quality pornos we were considering taking our talents to if Lucian didn't stop screwing us on our pay?

Gina: Yeah, I vaguely remember that... you mean to tell me that director is another dickhead doing business with that psychopath?

Angel: Believe me... you sluts dodged a bullet there. Take my word for it: Vincent can be just as fucked up as Antonio is, so do yourselves a favor and don't try to screw with him. Maybe, if you're lucky, even Antonio will leave you alone if you stop trying to help someone who ain't worth helping.

Gia & Gina wanted to say something to that, but Angel was already adjusting his fake tits and turning around to walk off. Where he was heading off to? The twins couldn't tell. All they knew right now, though, is that this shitshow with Antonio ran a lot deeper than they ever could've imagined, and now there was another player in this game they had to account for.

One thing was for sure, though: just like it would be when they danced with Almighty Queen Selena and Big Bad Xander come Sunday night at A Taste of Things to Come, the Glimmers had no intentions of backing down from this challenge, even despite every warning they were given to drop it and walk away.

After all, they were the ones everyone should bow down and kiss the hot round asses of, never the other way around.

[Xander Valentine]

CD segment takes place prior to Selena's first.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RwIU...p=drivesdk

[SnowQueenSCW]

The Royal Letter

The camera fades in slowly. Selena Frost stands in a dimly lit space — no distractions, no noise, no decorations. Just the Snow Queen. She doesn’t speak right away as she stands in the single, overhead light. She just looks into the lens, jaw set, eyes steady. She wears a black pantsuit, her hair in its iconic braid.

When she finally speaks, it’s quiet...deliberate.

So... SCW... Glimmer Sisters... Phoenix, Arizona...

Do you believe?

She gives a tilt of her head, as if she already knows the answer. Do you? Or do you want to talk about history? Because I think it’s important that we set the record straight here because I want there to be some understanding for the massacre that I am about to do – a taste of things to come if you will. Because this is going to be the longest, worst night of two girls’ short careers and I don’t want anyone saying ‘I don’t get it! Why is this happening?’ without looking as dumb as CHBK does these days...

So, let’s talk about history! Because my memory isn't just long; it’s vivid...

Her eyes narrow a little. I remember Apocalypse back in September. I remember the air in that arena, the running joke that the world was ending, because for a lot of people, it apparently was. But for me? It was supposed to be a beginning. I went out there and I did what I always do: I outworked, out-hit, and out-lasted and refused to let some punk disrespect me to ‘get ahead’. But while I was busy bleeding for this company and putting Chris Lawler in his place, where were the Glimmer Sisters? They were backstage, checking their lighting, making sure their sequins caught the glare just right. They weren't in the trenches. They were in the mirror.

She stops pacing, her eyes locking onto the camera with a predatory focus.

And just like the start of the night, when I was waging war, those two had their head in the clouds with their tag-title win and preening every time they caught their reflection off some shiny, reflective surface, that they weren’t paying attention to where they were going, they got in my way. And because they couldn’t pay attention and show respect to their fellow wrestlers who gave them their time with their match and now demanded the same, those two decided to stick their nose in my business. They failed, mind you, but still... this whole thing started because two arrogant little brats couldn’t respect other wrestlers.

Then came October. Breakdown. Week after week, I showed up. October 2nd, October 16th, October 23rd... I watched the rotation. I watched the 'opportunities' get handed out like candy to anyone who was loud enough, colorful enough, or safe enough. I was the ghost in the hallway. I was the one winning matches that management didn't want to acknowledge because acknowledging me meant admitting that the 'glitter' in the tag division was starting to look a lot like cheap tinsel. That the ‘chosen’ for the world title were chosen out of ‘bias’, not talent. We talk about Glory Braddock’s ‘winning streak’ of six or seven matches as a ‘reason’? Yet here I am with just as many and, nope. Syren is getting chance number 100 to finally become world champion. she growls. It’s funny. CHBK says I win ‘by the skin of my teeth’, but she wins because Chris Cannon helped her and it’s ‘legit’. But Syren isn’t the target for now. No, my targets should have faced me months ago...

Cracking her knuckles, the Snow Queen also cracks her neck, her impatience clear. Gina, I saw you that night on the 23rd. You walked past me with that title over your shoulder, laughing at some joke Gia made. You didn't even look at me. You thought I was beneath your notice. You thought that if you ignored the shadow long enough, it would just disappear. But shadows don't disappear, Gina. They grow. And they wait for the sun to go down.

Selena’s voice drops to a rasp.

Then we hit Under Attack. The name was fitting, wasn't it? Because that’s what it’s felt like for me for months - a constant assault on my patience. Because suddenly, I wasn’t booked for the pay-per-view. The Face of SCW wasn’t booked for a match. Why? Because they couldn’t find me an opponent. Or that’s what they said. In truth, they just didn’t want to see the people I should have been facing be embarrassed. So, instead of that, I watched you two 'defend' those titles. I use that word loosely. Because you didn't defend them; you curated them. You picked your spots. You navigated the landscape like it was a minefield, avoiding anyone who might actually break your rhythm.

And then, the Wholesome Family Event... what a joke. You two, the faces of 'adult-entertainment in SCW' like it was something to be proud of. While you were signing autographs for horny, lonely, desperate adults, I was in the gym at 2 AM, imagining the sound of your ribs cracking under my boots. I wasn't interested in being part of your ‘show’. I was interested in being the one that ended and make you both sorry for disrespecting me.

She runs a hand through her hair, a rare sign of agitation.

By the time we got to November—the 13th, the 20th, the 29th—the disrespect became a policy. I heard the whispers. 'Selena’s a solo act.' 'Selena doesn't play well with others.' 'Selena isn't a team player.' Excuses after excuses about how, while I could take on EFN in a handicap match, I just couldn’t take on the world-tag-team champions...

Pfftt... You know why they said that, girls? Because they were afraid of what would happen if I actually did face you by myself. They were afraid of the math. They knew that me alone was a problem, because what if I could beat the ‘golden girls’ by myself? What would that REALLY say about them as a tag-team? So they had to slow me down. They had to come up with hypocritical excuses. Excuses about ‘earning my matches’ and ‘find a partner’ and other nonsense while they catered to every demand Xander, Raab, Kimberly and Syren wanted.

For a moment, Selena’s eyes drift up towards the light above her, a pale hand reaching up to caress thje metal rim that surrounds the bulb.

And then came December. Shattered Reality. Night One, Night Two... everyone was looking for their ‘moment.' Everyone was trying to etch their names into the history books. And once again, I was the one holding the door open for everyone else's destiny. I watched the Glimmer Sisters thrive in the chaos – facing a team that was ‘just handed’ a title shot out of nowhere. I watched you both soak up the adulation of a crowd that falls for the flash every single time. But I saw the cracks that night. I saw the way Gia looked when the pressure actually mounted. I saw the way Gina hesitated when the 'rhythm' got broken for even a second. You aren't unbeatable. You’re just well-rehearsed. Two girls that know the choreo of a dance... But you can’t rehearse for me.

And that night... the wait was over. Because that night – I got what I wanted. I was denied no longer. I became the number one contender. Locked in. And the pressure was all on you, and like I said, the cracks were beginning to show in your routines. The slight missteps. The marginal errors in timing...

She leans against a rusted equipment crate, her expression turning reflective and dark.

January hit like a cold snap. Breakdown on the 8th, the 15th, and finally last week, the 22nd. The tension in the locker room has been thick enough to cut with a blade. People are starting to realize that the 'Taste of Things to Come' isn't just a tagline for an event—it’s a countdown.

And here we are now... where the countdown will hit zero. Where I will wait no longer. Where you will be able to hide no more. No more hiding behind a microphone and technicalities. No more cowering behind management and their excuses. The Glimmer Sisters must face the Snow Queen tonight... All those months of waiting, the matches I’ve won. Finally, I get to make two arrogant little brats regret messing with me...

Allowing a smirk to grace her lips, Selena shakes her head knowingly. And do you know what the hardest part of this whole thing has been? It hasn’t been the grind. It hasn’t been the losses, because I haven’t had any. It hasn’t even been the disrespect. It’s been being told — over and over again — that I need to wait. Wait my turn. Wait for the right moment. Wait for the right opportunity. Earn it! As if I haven’t already earned it!

She shifts her weight slightly, arms uncrossing.

Because if you’ve been paying attention — and I mean really paying attention — you’ll notice something about my time here in SCW. I don’t duck fights. I don’t hide behind excuses. I don’t disappear when things don’t go my way like so many others. Every time they put something in front of me, I went through it. Sometimes it was clean. Sometimes it was ugly. Sometimes it cost me. But I never stopped moving forward.

And yet… every time the tag team titles or the world title came into focus — every time the conversation turned to who actually deserved to challenge Cid Turner or the Glimmer Sisters — my name was always the one that got quietly pushed to the side. Not because I wasn’t qualified. Not because I wasn’t dangerous. But because I was inconvenient.

She lets out a short, humourless breath.

See, the Glimmer Sisters don’t thrive on competition. They thrive on control. On predictability. On knowing exactly who they’re facing and when. They’ve built their entire reign around being one step ahead — not because they’re fearless, but because they’re careful. Careful about who they let close. And I was never supposed to get this close.

From the moment they showed up, I knew exactly what they were. Flash. Attitude. Mockery wrapped in sequins, pasties, and confidence. They walked in like the division belonged to them — like everyone else was just background noise in their performance. And maybe that worked on some people. It never worked on me. Because while they were dancing and posing and soaking up attention, I was watching how they moved. How they relied on rhythm. On timing. On comfort. On everything going exactly the way they wanted it to. I watched how they were handed EVERYTHING like The Vision, and Braddock, and Syren, and so many others, when all I was handed were excuses.

And I knew — deep down — that the moment someone disrupted that comfort, the moment someone refused to play along… Everything would unravel for them.

She steps closer to the camera, voice still controlled, but sharper now.

Because instead of letting that moment happen naturally, management stepped in. They kept redirecting me. Singles matches. Handicap matches. Different feuds. Different paths. Always just far enough away from the Glimmer Sisters that they could pretend I wasn’t a problem. And every time that happened, those two got bolder. They laughed louder. They talked more. They disrespected me openly — because they knew there were no consequences. No match. No confrontation. No accountability. Until now.

A Taste of Things to Come. That’s not just an event name to me. It’s a summary of everything that’s been building under the surface for months. Every ignored challenge. Every side-eye comment. Every time I watched them walk out with those titles while I was told to focus on something else or ‘find a partner’. This match isn’t happening because the timing is right. It’s happening because there’s no way to avoid it anymore.

She pauses, letting that sit.

And that brings us to the elephant in the room. Xander Valentine. Management thinks they’re clever. They think that by pairing me with Xander, they’ve created a chemical reaction that’s bound to explode before it ever reaches the ring. They’ve done all they can to ‘protect him’ from me. They’ve done all they can to force this partnership because then the Glimmer Sisters have a chance of surviving. A chance of running away. They remember Xander and my history. They think the 'unresolved' nature of our past is a weakness. They think I’ll be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the knife, instead of looking at the Glimmer Sisters.

Clenching her jaw for a second, Selena nods her head, more so to herself, before gazing at the camera.

Xander, if you’re watching this... you know me. You know I don’t forget, and I certainly don’t forgive. We have debts between us that could fill a ledger. But you also know that my hunger for those two’s humiliation — to humiliate Gina and Gia — outweighs any grudge I hold against you. I don’t need to trust you to know that you hate losing as much as I do – or should I bring up Enigma again? I don’t need to love you to know that you want to see that glitter turned to ash.

So, let them speculate. Let the Glimmer Sisters think they can exploit the 'tension' between us. While they’re playing psychological games, we’ll be playing a much simpler game – a game I know you like to play: demolition.

Selena stands up straight, the dim light catching the steel in her gaze.

Gina, you’ve spent the last four months acting like you’re the queen of this division. You’ve been quick to dismiss me in every interview, every social media post, every passing comment. You ask if I’m worried about 'challenging your status.' Let me clarify something for you, honey: I don’t want your status. I don’t want your fame. I don’t want your sequins. I want the physical proof that I am better than you. I want to feel that gold in my hands and know that it was stripped from you while you were begging for the referee to help you. I want you to understand that this humiliation could have been prevented months ago if you had just showed an ounce of respect and accountability and respected your better.

And Gia... the 'Trios Contract.' You think that piece of paper is a shield? You think it makes you untouchable? It’s a target. Every time you flaunt it, you’re just giving me another reason to hurt you. You’re the 'glitter' in the show, the accessory to your sister’s ambition. I’m going to make sure that by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be wishing you stayed in the shadow where it was safe. The question everyone will ask is, are you going to use that Trios Contract to ‘get back at me’? Or will you show the true colors under those sequins and lose the ‘sidekick’ in favour of a solo-act? Hmmm?

She takes a final step forward, her face filling the frame.

Make no mistake here, ladies — my focus has never wavered. This isn’t about fixing old issues. This isn’t about proving Xander and I can coexist. This is about the Glimmer Sisters finally being forced to face someone who isn’t impressed, isn’t intimidated, and isn’t willing to let them dictate the pace anymore. This is about accountability and respect. You’ve run your mouths enough about being better than the best there is in SCW. Now it’s time time put or shut up. To rise up or cower under the lights like cockroaches.

Her eyes harden, voice low and fierce.

Gia. Gina. You’ve spent months acting like I don’t matter. Like I’m not worth your time. Like I’m just another name that management can keep circling around without ever letting it land on you. But here’s what you don’t seem to understand, my little Glimmer Sisters: I remember everything.

She allows herself a smirk, leaning back slightly as if relishing the thought.

Enjoy what you have right now. Enjoy the confidence. Enjoy the laughter, because the moment this match starts, all of that ends. No more avoidance. No more excuses. No more waiting.

I’m not here to outshine you. I’m here to expose the cracks in your glittering armor, and the only thing dazzling about you two will be the lights reflecting off the wreckage I create. Whether Xander Valentine is part of that wreckage... well that will depend entirely on him.

A brief, sharp laugh escapes her lips, ringing with steel.

Because I will no longer be denied what is mine. A Taste of Things to Come isn’t just a warning, it’s a promise. And trust me — you won’t forget it.

Whether you want to believe it... or not!

With one last icy stare into the camera, Selena holds her gaze. The camera lingers before fading to black.

[Glimmer]

The first though that's probably running through your mind is... why the hell would we be out in the desert?

Yes, SCW's next pay-per-view, A Taste of Things to Come, will be live from Chase Field in Phoenix, Arizona, a city well known for being the crown jewel of a literal desert wasteland, but you'd probably imagine we'd be somewhere inside the city limits. Apparently the Glimmers have other plans, and given that it's actually decently hot in Phoenix compared to the rest of the United States right now, perhaps we shouldn't be surprised that the twins are doing a little test to see if they're hotter than the desert heat right now. It may not exactly be an easy answer, either, considering when we do finally find Gia & Gina, the censorship is already in full effect as pixellation dances across the screen to cover up their clearly naked bodies. There isn't an ounce of shame to be found as the twins seem to be in the middle of oiling each other up, perhaps planning on doing a little bit of sunbathing while they're out here. KABLAM brand oil, of course, because it probably is the best oil the twins have ever used.

Gia(?): Make sure you get a little more down there, sis. I want this ass to literally shine when I crush Selena's face with it on Sunday.

Gina(?): I want to argue with you, but I honestly wouldn't mind turning Xander's head into a sandwich between my ass and the turnbuckle if need be. He probably hasn't tasted any good cake in his entire life.

The Glimmers laugh that annoying laugh of theirs as their hands rub and caress and oil each other up in a sensual way that, by all accounts, should be considered highly questionable given that they're sisters, but the grins on their faces make it clear that they're very well aware of what kind of effect this is likely having on everyone watching and they want their brains drifting off towards all those forbidden temptations and what it would be like to be involved in this scene in any way. After a few moments, they seem to finish making their curvy forms super slick with oil, the censorship unable to hide the shine from the light on their ample flesh.

Gia(?): Come on guys, did you think we weren't going to tease you all with the thought of the two of us being a literal well-oiled machine last Breakdown and NOT follow up on it?

Gina(?): I can hear it now, sis: Selena screaming at her screen about how we're not taking her as seriously as we should because we're standing out in the desert enjoying some fucking warm weather finally after putting up with frigid places in the dead of winter as of late on this little SCW tour.

Gia(?): Xander would probably see this, flare his nostrils like he's some kind of bull about ready to rampage, and then turn away to act all dark and brooding to try and convince himself that he's above what we've got to offer.

Gina(?): It's funny how hating us seems to be the one thing that unites them... and yet, it's not enough to get them to actually put aside their egos and work as a team.

Gia(?): That's fine, though... it'll just give us all the more reason to laugh when we're posing over their bodies on Sunday and giving all those well-paying fans A Taste of Things to Come.

Gia (we're making an assumption, knowing we're probably wrong but trying to help anyway) winks at us, knowing she's probably caused quite a few premature eruptions with that little moment alone.

Gina(?): Selena, Xander, as much as we know it's going to kill you to admit the truth, facts are facts: if the two of you can't get on the same page and would rather fight each other to see who's more worthy of getting their ass handed to them by the two of us, then we're just going to have to kick both of your asses equally and prove, once again, that no one has a hope in hell of beating us on their own.

Gia(?): Just ask Dexter and Jackson when they couldn't get along and both found themselves kissing our asses in the middle of a parking lot during Fatal Fortunes.

Gina: Or Amelia, someone I know you both are very familiar with, when I humbled her and got some good KABLAMia promotion in with her as well. A shame she didn't consent to me helping her unwind with that vibrator... the two of us probably could've made for a hot little cover photo on future brochures.

Gia: And yeah, Xander can gloat about how he's responsible for the two of us “technically” finally being defeated at the hands of Selena's wife, which is the only reason I'm not dripping with even more gold right now, but it took the very thing Selena's long claimed to be against and help that proved every doubt Deanna's ever had about herself true just to believe, for a few seconds, that Gina and I are actually mortal and not the goddesses we know we are.

Gina: That does raise a very good question, though... if Amelia was such a good friend to both of you at one point and you hate us that much, then why did you leave her to getting a face full of my tits as I pinned her?

Gia: And why was it Xander who came out to be Deanna's knight in shining armor and not her so-called wife who claims she loves her very much?

As much as it feels good to finally have some clarity, for perhaps the first time in a while for one of these, which Glimmer is which, that moment is tainted by the amused, teasing grins Gia & Gina can't help but level us with, leaning forward and letting their biceps squeeze their breasts together as they waggle their hips like two “innocent” girls just looking for answers.

Gina: I doubt we'll get any answers to these questions, Gia, especially not from Xander. He's not exactly the type to act like he feels anything... he's all doom and gloom and brood and believe he's the ultimate monster, even though we both saw his ass get absolutely railroaded by our pal Enigma back at Shattered Reality.

Gia: If anything, I think he's just salty that we decided to attack him, because how dare anybody have the balls to do that to big bad Xander Valentine, right? Give me a fucking break. Yeah, Xander's a giant of a man, nothing we haven't seen and experienced before, and his first instinct is always to jump straight to violence whenever he's slighted even the tiniest bit because he's so goddamn worried about everyone's perception of him. I mean, he turned his wrath onto poor Derek just because he tried to rip through trios solo and learned the hard way that one man does not a team make.

Gina: Yeah, we stepped up to save Derek when you felt the need to try and murder him in the ring because how dare the great Xander Valentine know what it's like to fail, never mind the fact you had another partner in that match who also didn't pull his weight and he got off scot free. We're doing some good business with Derek, so why wouldn't we step in to save him with some unchained gorilla thinks he should be peeled like a banana? It's no different than you deciding to threaten everyone that Selena cares for and she stopped pretending to be the gallant hero of SCW to try and literally take your head off.

Gia: Yeah Xander, surprise, we've done our homework and know all about why you and Selena mix about as well as oil and water. We also know there was a point in time when you lost your shit so badly you literally took it out on the fans. I'd be willing to bet every last cent this sexy ass of mine has ever earned working for Cirque du Sins that the only reason you're even still allowed in SCW is because no one has the heart to deny how much of a legend you are... either that, or they're too busy pissing their pants in fear to find the balls to tell you to stay away.

Gina: If we haven't made it clear by now, big guy... no, we aren't afraid of you. Cue the cliched response of you claiming that we will learn to fear the so-called Executioner. To that, I ask: what is there to be afraid of? A guy who only knows how to lose his temper and charge headfirst into a brick wall expecting to burst right through it? Again, we've dealt with angry assholes like you before, just as we've dealt with clever bastards and straight-up psychopaths. Comes with the territory of being as sinfully hot as we are, and A Taste of Things to Come is a fitting name for the pay-per-view where we prove, once and for all, that the legend of Xander Valentine isn't worth fearing anymore... not when it's just a footnote to the unparalleled glory of the Glimmer Sisters.

Gia: Oh, and Selena? You can drop the high and mighty act, because you're not off the hook either, babe.

Gia walks off to the side a little bit, where we see a bag the Glimmers seem to have brought with them for this little excursion. We also see that this is where the tag title belts have been sitting this whole time, but that sight isn't as interesting as the one we get when Gia turns her back to us and bends over, knowingly swaying that big juicy peach of hers for the enjoyment of everyone watching as she idly hums to herself. It's not long before she seems to find what she's looking for, and she turns to face us while staying bent over so we not only have her shimmering titties nearly thrust into our faces, but we can still see the curve of her ass looming behind her... a curve that Gina decides to stroll over to and rest her own breasts upon as she leans over her twin, the two of them grinning like sin as Gia pulls something up on her phone and gives us an admittedly janky view of whatever she's pulled up.

An abrupt cut suddenly happens, likely to allow us a clearer view in post-production of exactly what the twins wanted to show us, as we review footage of Apocalypse 2025. Specifically, we see the abrupt start to the match between Selena and Chris Lawler as Selena batters Lawler on the rampway down towards the ring. It's not long before Gia & Gina are walking past the brawl, still enjoying their acquisition of the tag titles on that night, minding their own business when Selena suddenly turns and shoves one twin into the other before continuing her attack on Lawler. Only then do the Glimmers retaliate by assaulting Selena.

When we jump cut back to the twins in the hot Arizona desert, the heat from their nude bodies is nothing compared to the fire in their eyes now. For once, there are no smiles, they don't seem to have any playful barbs or teasing remarks on the tips of their tongues... if anything, they actually look quite pissed as Gia tosses her phone back into the bag and Gina retrieves their belts, handing one to Gia before they stand side-by side and move to rest the titles over their shoulders like proper champions... albeit ignoring the fact the leather straps are just being soaked in a copious amount of oil now.

Gia: Look, we'll fully admit that we're the ones who started shit with Xander, even if we feel we had a good reason to. But you? Sorry snow bitch, but what you just saw was a very clear contradiction to this narrative you've been trying to spin for months now, claiming Gina and I started this. Yeah, uh... pretty sure this started when you decided to shove us, unprovoked. You all saw it that night, and we just showed you the same footage SCW has available for everyone to see for themselves so it's not doctored in any way. We were just minding our own business, heading to the back because we may have been celebrating winning these titles a little too long while you couldn't wait to start your own fight, and you decided to start a problem with us.

Gina: Why? Probably because how dare these new girls who are more woman than you could ever hope to be in every respect enter your orbit for five seconds when we were just gonna leave you to do your whole “beat Chris Lawler's ass” thing. Maybe this is news to you Selena, but if you want to provoke us? We're not afraid of biting back, and that's exactly why we laid you out on that night. Ever since then, you've bitched and moaned and tried to play every card you think you have to get your hands on us, all because you feel we disrespected you when you're the one who disrespected us first.

Gia: It's funny how you've made such a big deal out of beefing with Xander when he threatened your family, a reason we'll actually admit is very valid for wanting to decapitate that son of a bitch, but when the shoe's on the other foot and you're the one bullying others and acting holier-than-thou because the whole world has to revolve around Selena Frost, suddenly self-defense and protecting yourself and those your love is a crime and we're the bad guys for fighting back. No wonder nobody, not even your own wife, seems to want anything to do with you anymore backstage.

Gina: For as much as you criticize him for striking first and asking questions later Selena, you've literally become a carbon copy of Xander in every way. You're so high on your own ego that you believe you're invincible and everyone else needs to bow down, kiss your ass, and worship the very ground you walk upon as if SCW wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for you. The moment you perceive even the slightest hint of disrespect from anybody, your first instinct is to resort to violence to solve the problem because your reputation and public image are all that matters at the end of the day.

Gia: Yeah, we said the same shit about Xander... is it sinking in yet? You really are no different than he is, but the difference between the two of you when it comes to us is that one of you has given us far more justification in bringing you back down to earth come Sunday night over at Chase Field. Gina and I? We've fought tooth and nail our whole lives to be the kind of women you see standing before you now. Yeah, we're butt naked, and we're not ashamed to flaunt what we've got for everyone else to enjoy... but we also know how to protect ourselves when someone decides to cross a line with us, and that's exactly what you did when you decided we had to be “taught a lesson” just for passing by you on our way back to the locker room.

Gina: You and Xander can both hate us for the way we conduct our business, you can bitch and moan about how we're spitting in the face of everything you've built when this all started because you're the ones who fired the first shot and thought we were just going to lie down and take it. But if you thought we were just going to fall in line and let either one of you have your way with us because you say so and that's all there is to it? Uh-uh, Gia and I don't play that game. It's why we always go out of our way to make sure we're the ones in control of every situation and have plans upon plans ready for every scenario... to protect ourselves from control freaks like the two of you who refuse to admit that you're threatened by us and want to make us feel weak, powerless, vulnerable.

Gia: If those words bother either one of you, especially you Selena, then congratulations... maybe there is some self-awareness buried beneath the ego after all.

Gina: It doesn't change the fact that this Sunday night, the world will bear witness to Selena and Xander finally learning that they aren't quite so immortal after all... and what the Glimmer Sisters achieve at Chase Field will just be A Taste of Things to Come for the rest of this year.

Gia: That's not a prediction.

Gina: That's a promise you can believe in.

The serious tone lingers for a moment longer, the twins wanting it to sink in that despite all the fun and games, they are taking this match more seriously than their supposedly legendary opponents likely believe. The levity returns, however, when the two can't resist grinning and blowing us goodbye kisses before they saunter off, titles in hand and hips bumping, as we watch them wander off to enjoy their literal time in the sun, wanting to look as good as they're going to feel when Selena and Xander are humbled by the Glimmer Sisters come Sunday night.