The Glimmer Sisters vs. The Shinigami Foundation

[Konrad Raab]

Gia & Gina vs. Alex Belmont & Wil Pierce

4 RP Limit for tag

3500 Word Limit Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, July 9, 2025 (to ensure enough time for roleplaying; show will still act as if taking place on Thursday).

[Glimmer]

It was the first of July, and Lucian Lurid was recounting a stack of money for what felt like the hundredth time in the span of the past hour.

His nerves felt shot as he sat at his desk, making absolutely sure once more that he had counted this right.

Sure enough, he'd gotten the same total he had every other time he'd counted, and that spelled trouble.

Lucian: God damn it! I really thought with business booming we'd have made enough to make this happen without eating too deep into our bloody profits! How the tits is this suddenly going so pear-shaped?

Lucian slammed his fist on his desk, huffing in frustration. Deep down, he knew the answer to his own question and he had nobody but himself to blame, but considering how deep in he was now, he couldn't afford to blame himself because he wasn't the only one who was going to pay at this point.

Certain that he'd missed something, Lucian rifled through his drawers until he found a specific black folder stamped with the word “PROBLEM” in big, bold red lettering. Pulling a checklist from it, he assessed every avenue he had taken for the month to make sure he'd covered every available option, knowing that if he'd exhausted all of them, his only two options were to eat into the profits he was trying to set aside for actual business expenses (and otherwise just having to line his pockets with) or to try and justify a 'pay cut' to all of his performers that would certainly give them reason to riot, especially two in particular...

Lucian: Wait a tick...

Thinking about the two performers in particular that he knew were going to raise hell if he stiffed them this badly on pay had him frantically running his finger down his checklist, noting that he'd collected the pay from the few independent bookings they'd had for June, but as for their SCW pay...

Lucian: Bupkis... that's the missing piece! I swear, if those two sluts finally fucked off and left me to drown, I'm gonna make damn good and sure they're going down with me!

Scrambling to grab his phone (and panicking when he almost knocked the stack of money off his desk), Lucian practically pounded the touch screen with his fat fingers until he dialed the number of one of his top performers. Which one? Like he cared, they were likely together anyway so it really didn't matter. After a few rings he was grinding his teeth through, he finally got an answer.

Gina: What do you want Lucian?

Lucian: I want to know where the fuck you and your sister are with the bloody cut of your SCW pay that you promised me! I swear-

Gia: Will you chill, boss man? We've got your money.

The response from Gina's twin didn't come from over the phone, but rather from directly in front of him. Lucian looked up at the sound and realized that the Glimmer Sisters were just now sauntering into his office, dressed in skin tight black skinny jeans that hugged their ample asses so snugly you could see the faint outline of their panties through the denim and black crop tops that were so small and tight you could've mistaken them for sports bras. Lucian probably would've been drooling over the view, as he practically always did with the twins like the lecherous sleazeball that he was, under any other circumstances, but his nerves were so shot right now that Gia & Gina swore he looked like he was about to pass out. Gina hung up her phone with a clearly annoyed roll of her eyes, as if to further prove to Lucian just how senseless it was that he even resorted to calling in the first place.

Lucian: Care to tell me why the bloody hell you two top tier whores waited until the literal last second to hand over my cut of your earnings?

Gina: Uh... because we just got handed our paychecks right as we were leaving that Rocket whatever dump in Cleveland? Maybe we would've said something earlier if we weren't almost the main event.

Gia: Embarrassing that skeezy preacher man and that useless teacher would've made for a much more entertaining finale than whatever the hell that shitshow was that followed us if you ask me, but we get it. This place has its favorites it loves trying to whore out to the people even when it's clear they're not even doing it right.

Lucian: Still doesn't answer my fucking question.

Gina: Have you seen how anal some of these bank tellers have been getting lately? Gia and I lost track of how many we went through who took one look at how much we wanted to withdraw from our account and assumed we had to have somehow scammed someone out of it to have as much as we do. I swear, it's like you can't even be hot and earn an honest paycheck anymore without someone raising an eyebrow.

Gia: On the plus side, unlike a lot of those small fish on the indie scene, SCW actually signed us to separate contracts, meaning we each get a pay day even if they deposit it to the same account! Yeah, it's not as much as someone like that Frost cunt or that drugged-up hippie who's World champ right now probably makes, but being paid separately goes a long way baby!

Gina: In any case, here's your cut, you greedy asshole.

Gina reaches down into her visible cleavage and fishes around a bit before extracting a roll of bills held together by a rubber band. She tosses it and it barely bounces off the desk before Lucian is all over it, quickly breaking the band and counting it before that wide, off-putting grin of his surfaces as he realizes it's exactly enough to cover the remainder of what he needs. Gia & Gina could've certainly done without the big sniff he took of the cash after he finished counting it, though.

Lucian: Oh yeah, that's just what daddy needed, mates.

Gia: Ew, you could've waited until we went back to our trailer before you started trying to get high off a scent cocktail of cash and my sister's boob sweat.

Gina: Yeah, that's not what Gia meant when she told you to chill out earlier.

Lucian: Fuck both of you, I can celebrate finally having everything together however I bloody well please. That should keep us out of trouble for the month, and I've got high fucking hopes for July, yeah? Knowing you two are basically getting double the pay day from SCW is music to my bloody ears right now. With that, especially the big fat pay day this hopefully means from that big “granddaddy of 'em all” or whatever show that place is putting on at the end of the month, along with our usual big seller of our annual 4th of July Carnalval, this month should be a breeze to keep this monkey off our backs and actually make some good fucking money.

As disgusted as the twins were with him, they knew their ringmaster was making some solid points right now as he added their contribution to the pile of money and recounted it one more time for good measure. The 4th of July Carnalval was an anomaly in the touring schedule of Cirque du Sins, but for good reason as they went from being an R-rated circus show to a full-scale carnival of raunchiness and debauchery, almost like a holiday festival had a baby with a strip club. Only Lucian knew the truth of how he actually got the permits to pull it off every year, but most just assumed that since he always held it on the beaches of Miami that most people down there didn't care. Which, considering some of the wild spring break parties that Miami beaches have been known for over the years, definitely made sense.

To the Glimmer Sisters, the 4th of July Carnalval meant an excuse to stuff their sexy curves into American flag bikinis so skimpy that Uncle Sam himself would salute their glory, shake their hot asses for hundreds of horny losers and accumulate some “tips” like they were professional strippers, which they would then use to get completely wasted and maybe score with some hot studs or bombshell babes, whoever they happened to find that would have everyone involved screaming “God Bless America” by the end of the night.

The downside was that they were going to be completely absent from the Breakdown the night before as the carnival was an all-day event and setting everything up was one of the few “all hands on deck” situations they had no problem actually helping in given what they ultimately gained from it. That meant no trip to LA, no appearance to add to their SCW paycheck at the end of the month, and another missed show that probably wasn't going to help them any in terms of getting a spot on that big Rise To Greatness card.

On the plus side, however, the following Breakdown just so happened to be taking place in Miami, meaning the twins didn't have to do any traveling to kick the asses of the Shinigami Foundation. Should they be worried considering their third match is putting them up against a team that could've very well been Tag Team champions coming into this match, let alone a team that responded to their DQ loss by trying to put the champions on the shelf? Probably. But Gia & Gina weren't the kind of women to worry. They'd gotten this far by always having a plan and always finding a way to make the most of any opportunity given to them as they saw fit, and hotheads like the Shinigami Foundation? The twins knew they already had them beat before the bell even rang.

???: Excuse the interruption, but I figured it'd be alright if I let myself in. Wouldn't exactly be a good look if I was told I couldn't now, eh?

Lucian's glee over counting the exact amount of money he needed and Gia & Gina's twisted delight over what was coming up for them in the next few weeks immediately died the moment that Spanish accent met their ears. All eyes turned to the open office door as a rather tall and tanned man strutted in, arms folded across his broad chest and an almost predatory grin on his lips. His literal rose-tinted glasses didn't hide the sadistic delight in his eyes either. With his white slacks, black dress shirt with the top few buttons intentionally undone to expose his pecs and the gold chain to accent it all, the man looked like someone that men would aspire to be and women would instantly drop their panties for, the audible accent not helping to resist that urge. What did help, however, was the fact that this man wasn't alone, flanked by several other guys that looked even more jacked and made it clear by their body language that they were ready to fuck someone up and not in a hot way.

Lucian: Antonio, hey! Hope any of my staff you bumped into on the way didn't give you any trouble, mate. I can certainly talk to 'em so it doesn't happen again.

Antonio: No trouble at all, chico, and hopefully there won't be any trouble right now?

Lucian: Of course, absolutely not! Here's the payment for the month, right on schedule!

Lucian was practically drowning in his own sweat as he sprang up from his desk and grabbed hold of the stack of money before rushing over and thrusting it out for Antonio to take like his life depended on it... which it kind of did. Gia & Gina had never formally spoken with the guy, but they'd watched this interaction play out before and actually felt bad for Lucian, even if he was absolutely to blame for Antonio's monthly visits in the first place. From what Lucian had told them, validated by what they'd seen of him so far, Antonio was a crime boss of some kind, and one that was apparently pretty powerful judging by the respect he commanded. They knew he owned a series of high profile strip clubs across all of North America, having discovered this little fact themselves when his name kept popping up during their initial search for side hustles outside of Cirque du Sins as stripping was an option they pondered for a while, and could easily guess that's what served as a front for a lot of his more illegal activities. They'd also heard stories of how he was also a pimp who put some of his women on the streets to do more than just strip, which was what had turned them away from considering working at one of his strip joints.

If the Glimmer twins were going to give someone a night they'd never forget, it was going to be on their terms only, and certainly not for money they wouldn't even be able to keep by the end of it.

The most relevant piece of information they had on the guy, however, was that he was a notorious loan shark who was only “fair” in the sense that he gave his victims a monthly payment. The amount he asked for in those payments would've been impossible, and had been exactly why Lucian often resorted to stiffing his performers on huge chunks of their pay so he could put it towards repaying Antonio. The ringmaster had made the mistake of taking a rather hefty loan from the man in order to get his dream of an adult circus off the ground, and despite Lucian somehow managing to make his monthly payments, Antonio hadn't been shy about jacking up the interest rate to a degree that would make the national debt look like a joke by comparison, just to make sure he always got “his cut” of the circus's profits for as long as Lucian would probably be alive at this point.

Antonio: Gotta say chico, I was hesitant all those years ago to let you take a loan like that off my hands, but I can't argue with the results. You're that rare gem that always pays me back on time... I'd have sworn I would've had to bury your bloated carcass somewhere in Tijuana by now.

Lucian: No, no, no need for that, mate. Business has been doing alright and I'm happy to keep putting on shows for all those sick fucks out there to enjoy it.

Antonio: Glad to hear it.

Antonio just grinned down at Lucian like he was a piece of meat as he finished counting the money before tucking it into his pocket, followed by a subtle nod that got his goons to relax and step back a bit. One of them reached into their coat and pulled out a stack of papers, handing them over to Antonio who then handed them over to Lucian.

Antonio: There's all the permits you need to do your little Carnalval this year, signed and sealed.

Lucian: Thank you, Antonio! Oh shit, I cannot wait for this to hopefully be our best sinful celebration of America's birthday yet!

Antonio: What can I say, chico? My boys love what you have to offer, and it gives me an excuse to watch some of these Florida politicians squirm when they know I could destroy their lives with a snap of my fingers. Speaking of what you have to offer, though...

Antonio's gaze slowly turned towards Gia & Gina, who'd been leaning against the front of Lucian's desk and watching silently, though seeing the man's predatory gaze turned to them sent shivers down their spines that were equal parts hot and terrifying.

Antonio: Gia & Gina Glimmer, right? I've heard you two have been quite the little crown jewel of this sinful circus, and I've got to say... I'm quite a fan of what I've seen.

Gina: Thank you.

Gia: We aim to please.

The twins kept their responses brief and neutral, but it seemed to be enough to get Antonio licking his lips in a way that made their skin crawl.

Antonio: I've also caught wind of some of your other exploits as well, chicas. Wrestling for SCW? I'm quite interested to hear how two hot little sluts like you managed to pull that off. Almost kind of makes me think your talents are being wasted around here if you're already aiming for bigger stages to flaunt what you've got. Perhaps we can meet at one of my clubs and... discuss business?

Gia & Gina exchanged glances, the gears in their brains already turning to figure out how they wanted to handle this. As much as they wanted so badly to just tell this guy to fuck off like they usually did to Lucian or anybody else who thought they could have a say in the twins' lives, they knew they had to tread lightly here because Antonio absolutely had the power to just end them if the wrong words came out of their mouths, and they very much wanted to live to keep doing their thing, thank you very much.

Gia: It's a tempting offer, Antonio, and we're quite flattered.

Antonio: Buuuuut...?

Gina: But... the truth is, we really love being part of this circus. It's given us a chance to be exactly who we want to be, and... I mean absolutely no disrespect when I say this, but the skills we love showing to those horny freaks out in the world?

Gia: We just don't think it would work as well outside of our circus acts. And yeah, we've got the wrestling thing, but that's mostly just a way to make a little extra money.

Antonio just looked down at them, his eyes showing he was contemplating their words, though that unnerving smile never left his lips. After a minute, he just chuckled and nodded.

Antonio: Fair enough, chicas. I respect the honesty. But just know that if this hombre gordo over here ever screws you over... well, I'll be more than happy to treat you right. I'll even keep that promise if something happens like, say... Lucy chico ever falls behind on his payments and I claim the circus and everything tied to it, including you.

Antonio gives them a wink and a click of his tongue that had the twins wanting to vomit, but they restrained themselves from even making the motion to express their disgust. With that, Antonio turned and headed towards the door, pausing only briefly to grin over at Lucian, who was shaking in his boots, before he motioned to his men that they were done here as they all filed out, with Antonio being the last to leave as he closed the door behind him. Everyone left in the office was still for what felt like an eternity, but once they were sure Antonio was long gone, Lucian almost immediately dropped to his knees, breathing heavily over the fact that he'd survived yet another loan repayment meeting with him.

Gia & Gina found themselves reaching for one another before pulling their bodies close, a rare moment where they did so not to seduce but to actually feel the supportive weight of their sibling leaning against them. As much as they loved to always have a plan to stay on top of everybody, Antonio was a terrifying exception, and it both bothered and scared the shit out of them. He was simply too powerful to try and hold any sway over.

Maybe someday, they could figure out a way to either take him down or turn the tables on him.

For now, though? It was best to just play along and keep doing what they loved, because it was the only thing keeping them out of Antonio's clutches.

[Thunderhorse]

"No Plan B"

OOC Warning: Borrowed lines from last week's Breakdown within.

[Glimmer]

As we open up, we can feel the heat rising almost immediately. Breakdown taking place in Miami just feels like the perfect excuse to hit the beach, and we can safely assume the Glimmer Sisters couldn't resist. At the moment, we've only found one of them, though which one is anybody's guess at this point. She's laying back on a towel, sunglasses shielding her eyes, and reading from a rather specific book that seems to be titled “How To Not Talk Out of Your Ass For Dummies” though whether or not she's actually invested in whatever this book has to say or just using it as a prop is just as up in the air. That said, while the 4th of July may have passed, it seems like whichever Glimmer this is couldn't resist showing a little more patriotism as the American flag thong bikini she's stuffed her body into likely has you questioning if it's even safe to be seen on SCW television. Then again, the fact that you're watching this would imply that, while criminally skimpy, it's apparently safe enough. As she turns a page of the book, we see the other Glimmer Sister, dressed in the exact same ludicrously skimpy American flag thong bikini to make them a perfect mirror of one another, slowly crawl over to her and begin poking her twin, first on the bicep, then moving to her breasts before moving down to the thighs and the side of her butt.

Gina: What are you doing, Gia?

Gia just giggles as Gina sighs, now that we've gotten a clue as to which sister is which for now.

Gia: Sorry sis, I was checking for plastic, but all I'm feeling is god-given flesh.

Gina: And why would you need to double-check that when you know everything about us is all natural?

Gia: Oh, just the Shinigami Foundation finally deciding we were worth enough time to open their mouths and the first thing they do is joke about how we're loaded up with more plastic than Mr. Potato Head.

Gina: Huh... guess there are still some people out in the world who just can't comprehend that women like us exist who were naturally blessed with peak female bodies.

Gia: Well, I may have lied a bit... the actual first thing they said was five minutes of nothing, bitching and moaning about how they should be champions right now, how the woman who cost them has until this Thursday night to apologize or they're going to end her career. Oh yeah, and the champions are also going to have their careers ended too.

Gina: Do I even need to ask if they threatened to end our careers too?

Gia: I think so? It was kind of hard to make out between asking us to just lay down for them so they don't have to do that and stating that we don't belong in SCW because apparently they're the ones who make that decision.

Gina: Wouldn't that mean they're the ones to blame for us getting signed on in the first place?

Gia just laughs at the idea while Gina cracks a dangerous smirk, closing her book and nodding down to it before Gia reaches down and helps her twin up, the two of them finding a way to make a steamy little show out of it until they're both upright. As they finally turn to face us, Gina can't resist holding up the book so we can see the cover clearly.

Gina: Alex, Wil, I feel like the two of you might benefit a lot from reading this book, because I think it's painfully clear the only thing you two know how to do is talk out of your asses. Seriously, you think we haven't heard the whole “you don't belong in the same ring as us” shtick before?

Gia: Pretty sure we lost count of how many times it got said around the independent scene, and it didn't change the fact that we still kicked ass and racked up so many wins that if we bothered listing them all off, I'm pretty sure you'd get jealous and park your asses right back in front of a camera to piss and moan to try and prove us wrong.

Gina: Gia and I are gonna let you guys in on a little secret: we don't care if you think we don't belong here or if we're not “worthy” of being in your ring. Fact of the matter is, we're here, and we've decided our hot little asses aren't going anywhere. But hey, if you're going to get that upset over it because you're “professional wrestlers” and want to take this super seriously, then cry about it some more. We're here to get paid and put on a show, and if that show involves embarrassing you, then like it or not, you boys are getting embarrassed.

Gia: Seriously, you preach about being “professional wrestlers” after wasting so much time talking about other people you want to pick a fight with because you didn't get your way and you think the world needs to bend over backwards and kiss your asses. Uh... why? Because you've got such a terrible case of Small Dick Syndrome that you're both desperate to overcompensate because you're part of this huge group that's supposed to be sooooo big and bad and yet you both have never amounted to anything since coming to SCW?

Gina: Yeah, as hard as it might be for the two of you to believe, we did our homework and know for a fact that your win-loss record is garbage. Probably why it's so easy to call you both hotheads when every time you've gotten your asses kicked you've sworn vengeance against the world. I mean, you get to be the best by default if you kill a wrestling promotion by injuring the whole roster to get your way, right?

Gia: Gina, you think that case of Small Dick Syndrome they're both suffering from is why Wil claims to be “The Last Honest Man” blah blah blah but can't be honest with himself about us being the hottest thing he or Alex have ever seen in their lives?

Gina: Honestly sis? It wouldn't surprise me.

Gina proceeds to toss her book aside, clearly tired of it shielding her breasts from our view as we've been getting to see all of Gia this whole time.

Gia: Look boys, no offense, but if we stand here rivaling the sun with how hot we are and say that you've already lost this match, then that means you've already lost this match, and all that diarrhea that spewed out of your mouths is proof that we're already in your heads. For the record, that's not our Plan A, nor our Plan B. Hell, we've got a plan for every letter of the alphabet twice over because, as hard as this might be for the two of you to comprehend, being hot doesn't mean we're idiots.

Gina: You think you're the first to threaten us the way you did? Hell, we've been threatened with worse from bigger, stronger men than you, and they didn't have the fear of being blacklisted from the wrestling business you two claim to love so much to stop them from doing things to us that would redefine the word “illegal.” That's the curse we carry from being so hot, but we're smart enough to know there's always a way to get what we want, whether that be our survival or making money or maybe even putting those tag team titles around our sexy waists.

Gia: Of course, if that plan includes fighting like you want us to do so badly, then we'll fight. That's the funny thing about all of this: you claim to have been prepared for us based solely on the two matches we've already won around here, but the joke's on you, because those last two teams were so easy that you boys have literally seen nothing yet. You don't know what we're capable of when we actually have to try... sadly, you're not really giving us the vibe of a greater challenge, no matter how much grandstanding you have to do to prove you're both “macho” enough to not be the utter embarrassments you've been to your so-called Foundation.

Gina: But say your threats actually aren't as empty as your heads... say you actually do force us to finally try. Are you sure you know what you're in for? It's no secret that Gia and I are circus performers alongside being wrestlers. That's kind of why we haven't graced SCW television on the Breakdowns we weren't booked on. The funny thing about what we do? If you actually look beyond how erotic we make everything we do, you'd realize that we're a lot more athletic than the two of you probably are. Yeah, wrestling takes skill and hard work and all that, but so does the trapeze, the high wire... basically any acrobatic act. And we don't just have one specialty like most performers do, oh no. We do it all, so think about how much work we had to put in to have all that skill.

Gia: Now add all the erotic stuff we do back into the picture. Yeah, maybe I just want you both to think for a moment and realize how fucking hot it is, but then you realize how much more skill it takes to pull off those sexy poses or contort our bodies in ways we doubt the two of you ever could, all without making a mistake that could lead to serious injury. Those skills actually translated over to wrestling surprisingly well, so is it any wonder why we're here in SCW and taking it by storm?

As if to demonstrate this, Gia moves to stand in front of Gina, reaching back with her arms as Gina locks hands with her. With an ease born of practice, Gia does a standing backflip into a handstand with only Gina holding her full body weight in the air. After a moment, Gia crosses one of her legs behind the other, almost like they would if she was being put into a cloverleaf submission, as she shakes her ample ass. While she's doing this, Gina kicks one of her own legs up high and actually hooks her foot around the back of her own head, effectively doing a standing split while one single leg and her arms are all that's keeping her twin sister from crashing headfirst into the sand. After a minute of this impressive and erotic display, Gina pushes her arms up, causing Gia to do a corkscrew flip off to the side as she uncrosses her legs in midair and lands perfectly on her feet while Gina drops her raised foot into an axe kick that sends sand flying into our faces. This view of sand caked onto the camera lens is all we get for a moment before Gia & Gina wipe it mostly clean, though this means they're leaning forward in a way that gives us a perfect view of their cleavage as they can't help but grin.

Gia: Think you boys are athletic enough to do something like that?

Gina: If you think so, then by all means, prove it on Breakdown.

Gia: It doesn't change the fact that, one way or another, we're going to beat you.

Gina: It's already a foregone conclusion, and your empty threats don't change that.

Gia: But by all means... keep worrying about our “daddy” like you have any idea what you're talking about, because nobody controls the Glimmer Sisters.

Gina: But we'll be more than happy to hear you two call us both “mommy” once we're done exposing you in front of everybody.

Gia: And we think it's only fair that by beating the team that “should” be tag team champions means we're next in line by default, and soon those title belts will also be calling us “mommy.”

Gina: What do you think SCW? Maybe something worth considering once we're done putting the Shinigami Foundation in the dirt and going 3-0 around here, as if there was any doubt in the first place.

Gia & Gina both wink and blow kisses to us before they stand up and turn around, the camera being at the perfect level to get a face full of how much ass is on display from the both of them as the stars and stripes practically disappear between their cheeks like magic, said cheeks jiggling in perfection as the twins strut away, laughing to each other about something as we watch them for probably longer than we really need to until we finally fade to black.