Syren, Polly Pingotti & Wil Pierce vs. Gina Glimmer, Enigma & James Evans

[Konrad Raab]

Trios Tournament 2025 Quarterfinals**

2 RP per character (max 6 per team)

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET Wednesday, October 8, 2025

**Please note that your roleplays for the Trios Tournament quarterfinals will ALSO count for the semi-finals. The semi-finals will take place on the October 16, 2025 episode of Breakdown.**

[James Evans]

OOC: Rules...if those are still a thing...

1) The sections in bold italics are James' inner thoughts.
2) The CD sections go from third person to first. First person sections are basically James telling the story.
3) For those who read this, enjoy.
4) Good luck everyone.

Shattered Reality, 001

[Glimmer]

If your last name was Glimmer, then you had every right to be confident in yourself to the point of arrogance right now.

Long before they even became the women they are today, Gia & Gina were quick to learn the value of always having confidence in yourself. It wasn't an act, nor was it simply tied to their desire to flaunt their tits and asses to their hearts' content. It was a simple fact: if you couldn't be confident in yourself, then no one was going to care about you or consider you for the opportunities you sought.

Not to mention the less confidence you had in yourself, the easier you were to control.

With all of their business in Canada done now that the recent Breakdown in Vancouver was in the rear view mirror, the twins couldn't help but reflect on just how far they'd come. Once upon a time, they didn't have that level of confidence coursing through their veins like an addictive drug. Even after the goddess of puberty decided to bless them with the holy grail of body development, they still felt like they were just puppets dancing to the whims of others, their paths already laid out for them. Feeling powerless, believing there was nothing they could say or do to change their course... they hated it. They hated it more than most of the SCW roster seemed to hate James Evans right now. It was the kind of hatred towards a certain feeling that, in many other stories, would've likely led to a dark and gruesome finale that left people wondering why, always oblivious to all the warning signs right in front of their faces.

Gia & Gina Glimmer were nobody's puppets, not anymore. It was the whole reason when they finally had that taste of freedom, the first thing they did was start over. New names, new looks, new beginnings towards becoming the women they truly wanted to be. The self-confidence that came from making that decision alone formed the foundation that brings us to today. Now? The twins are not only undefeated tag team champions in arguably the biggest wrestling company on earth, but they're picking fights with the promotion's so-called elites and standing their ground.

And by the start of next month? They could very well have even more power to their names.

Well... Gina could, technically, but that was just getting into petty semantics at that point.

The threats of Selena Frost had gone in one ear and out the other, as had the barking of the Shinigami Foundation's newest dog desperately trying to salvage anything for that group. Right now, the twins' focus was on the trios tournament, where teams of three were randomly drawn to have to work together long enough to reach the end, with a tempting prize awaiting the winners: a contract that, to the Glimmers' knowledge, affording them the luxury of being able to book one match where they had complete control.

That kind of power was dangerous in anyone's hands, but in the hands of the Glimmer Sisters?

It's doubtful that thought really needs to be finished.

Only Gina had been drawn to participate, likely an intentional effort on SCW's part to keep the twins from simply gaming the system to guarantee they ended up with that contract one way or another, but that didn't matter too much. After all, the fact that one of them had gotten in kicked the door wide open for the both of them to still participate if the need arose, something they knew full well had to be haunting the thoughts of every other team that could cross paths against Gina's team in this thing. Considering her partners were viewed as two of the more dangerous men walking SCW today in different respects, that might as well have been the sign to already hand over those contracts without having to bother with the whole tournament at all.

Gia: You think James and Enigma are actually going to take you up on those tickets you left them?

Gina: I doubt it, sadly. Giving them both a chance to relax and enjoy our show could've made for a nice “team-bonding exercise” but those two-

Gia: Are wound up tighter than the mattress springs that snow bitch probably sleeps on?

Gina: I don't think that's a bad thing though... they can be the destructive force bulldozing our way to the end, and I can be the one pointing them in the right direction and setting them up to take advantage.

Gia had opened her mouth to chime in, but a wink from her sister got the true intention across loud and clear, to her amusement. It was true that throughout Breakdown, Gina had taken the opportunity to sneak into the locker rooms of both Enigma and James Evans and left them front row VIP tickets to the Cirque du Sins show happening in Sacramento the night before this next Breakdown, along with a note that basically offered the two a chance to “get to know her better.” She was doubtful her trios partners would take her up on the offer, but... you never know unless you try, right?

For now, though, the Glimmers' road trip was seeing their trailer head down to Portland to rejoin with the rest of the circus caravan as their tour of shows headed in the direction of the Golden State, and they were certain Lucian would be ready to somehow bounce his fat carcass over the moon to see them return with their brand new accessories. They had wired some of their winnings from Apocalypse to the ringmaster in advance to more than cover his monthly loan repayment to Antonio, although they conveniently forgot to let slip anything about their brand new champions' bonuses.

Lucian could whine about it later, because that was a good chunk of change the sisters had earned for themselves.

A feeling of dread overtook the twins when Antonio crossed their thoughts, though. Before heading up to Canada for the last two SCW shows, they remember the slick and sleazy loan shark getting a little more “direct” with trying to ensnare Gia & Gina in his twisted web. Their efforts to resist and try to get out of the meeting without incident ultimately cracked the more Antonio kept pushing this idea that they needed him, that he would be the one who could ensure they won the titles they now hold as well as no harm befalling them without the protection of the circus caravan. It was proof that Antonio didn't truly know the sisters... nor did he probably care.

Make no mistake: Gia & Gina don't care about being seen as “objects of desire,” but only when they're in control of the situation to shut things down if they go too far. It's how they've effectively turned all of SCW on its head so far. But Antonio trying to manipulate them like he had any right to dictate the path they walk from now on? That was the breaking point, and despite the risks, the Glimmers hadn't been wrong when they told him, to his face, that they would never allow themselves to be in that position ever again.

Despite the begrudging respect Antonio seemed to show them on his way out that night, they knew they had made a very powerful enemy and needed to tread lightly going forward.

Still, the twins were quick to distract themselves with talk of SCW as their trailer pulled into the lot the circus had set up shop in and parked in its reserved space for their return. They didn't mind that they weren't greeted with cheers the moment they stepped out and breathed in the Portland air with their titles resting over their shoulders. After all, they knew it was a show day, so everyone was either getting everything ready or going through a final practice run of their routines for tonight. That alone was the reason why they had changed into their skintight spandex leotards before heading into the tent, since they'd need a bit of practice to shake off the rust after not performing for the past two weeks.

Gia: You sure you're gonna be alright teaming up with Enigma and James?

Gina: I don't think I'll have anything to worry about. We already talked with James to get on the same page, and throwing ourselves into that little chaos fest to close the show definitely helped endear us more to his trust. As for Enigma... I think he'll cooperate knowing we all want the power of that contract.

Gia: As long as they're not going to get all uptight about us doing what we need to do to make that happen. I mean, could you imagine getting stuck with any goody two-shoes like Deanna or Luz or Amelia?

Gina: Gag me with a rusty spoon, please. At least it'll be fun getting to embarrass one member of the Shitigami Foundation again... maybe both if Wil's partner wins his match.

Gia: That Syren chick's pretty hot, though. It'll be fun getting to play with her... shame she's so fake, though.

Gina: You think we should offer Polly a ticket to one of these sinful shows as a consolation prize? She's probably going to throw another tantrum once we kill her latest hopes and dreams, but we can probably calm her down and change her tune in a way her little friends clearly can't.

Gia: I'm down to clown if it chills her ass out and maybe helps give her a new outlook on life.

The twins can't help but laugh as they finally make it to the center ring, not surprised in the slightest to see several other acts locked in on their routines to iron out the kinks, so to speak. What ultimately catches their attention, though, is the tightrope that's usually a staple in the twins' repertoire. At the moment, it's currently in use by... well, the figure looks like a woman at first glance, but as Gia & Gina get closer, they start to realize it's actually a man who would look quite androgynous if it weren't for the full-on slutty drag queen getup he was decked out in. It definitely wasn't anyone they recognized, meaning Lucian might've gotten some fresh meat while they were busy up in Canada.

Fresh meat that was currently walking on his hands across the tightrope while swaying his hips as he juggled balls with his feet, an admittedly more difficult variation of Gia's signature tightrope trick since this guy didn't have a second person to balance on and had to focus on moving himself as well. Seeing him then let go of the tightrope only to catch himself on it by the ankles and seamlessly transition to using his hands to continue juggling while pushing out an obviously fake pair of tits that were actually larger than the twins' had them both impressed and a little furious at the thought of some new guy seemingly able to both replicate and improve their tightrope act flawlessly all on his own... especially as they saw Lucian looking up at him, laughing and clapping like a toddler who just saw the funniest thing ever.

Lucian: Holy shit, you're a natural!

???: Eh, what can I say? I've had a LOT of practice.

Lucian: I am so fucking happy you came around when you did, mate. Not that business ain't always good here, but when the twins are busy with our little side project... well, the fans get a little rowdy without them around to watch, yeah?

Gina: Guess someone didn't get the memo then.

Lucian yelped and practically jumped out of his boots, an admittedly impressive feat for a man with his bulk. He turned and looked nervous for a moment as he locked eyes with his twin stars, but he quickly put his proverbial happy mask back on and started strutting towards them with open arms as if he was actually expecting a hug.

Lucian: Ah, there's my slutty superstars! Not gonna lie mates, you look real bloody good draped in gold, yeah?

Gia: Naturally.

Gina: How about you tell us who the fuck that is and explain why he's doing our schtick.

While Gia preened and posed with her title, Gina pointed up at the drag queen who'd since dropped the balls he was juggling and was watching with a rather unsettling and irritating grin as he kept dangling from the tightrope by his legs.

???: What? No thanks for filling in while you two were busy upgrading to champion-level cunts?

The twins exchanged looks, a bit taken aback by being sassed in return. It wasn't like the sassy exchanges they had with anyone else in this seductive menagerie where it was clearly playful beneath the surface... no, this guy was taking the combative route it seemed.

Lucian: Alright, every cunt in my vicinity, cool your bloody jets!

The drag queen simply shrugged and unwrapped his legs, letting himself fall into the waiting safety net. Gia & Gina were even more surprised. Not that they haven't done it themselves a few times, but they always had what they felt was a good reason for doing so whenever they'd done it. This guy almost felt like he was willing to take chances like he was some sort of adrenaline junkie who got his rocks off on feeling like his life was at risk, even if the net was there to catch him.

Lucian: Ladies, I'd like you to met Angel. He's a special new attraction in our little freakshow of lust. Angel, meet Gia & Gina Glimmer, arguably our show's biggest stars... and the NNNNNNEEEEEEWWWWWW SCW bloody tag team champions of the fucking world!

Lucian's overly enthusiastic attempt to mimic a ring announcer drew the attention of everyone else, all of whom immediately broke out into cheers and applause as they hailed the return of their circus sisters and the gold they'd brought back with them. The twins just grinned and soaked it all in, though Gina couldn't help but glance over to see Angel's reaction to this little stunt by their ringmaster.

She hadn't expected to see him look genuinely hurt by the love she and her sister were getting from everyone around them, but he was quick to bury it beneath an attempt at an amused grin.

Gina: Did you really have to get that over-the-top with it, Lucian?

Lucian: What? I've gotta get my practice in, yeah? How else am I gonna rival SCW's bloody ring announcer when I introduce you for your acts while you're wearing gold?

Angel: I thought it was a good effort, Lucy. And I must say, it is something to finally meet the queen bitches themselves in the flesh.

Angel gave the twins an exaggerated bow, and it almost felt like some of the initial tension with the new guy was finally starting to lift. It definitely helped that Lucian looked like someone had just pissed in his coffee.

Gina: Good to meet you too. We weren't expecting to roll back in today and see someone brand new practically doing our act almost as well as we do... especially when we told Lucian we'd finally be back before showtime tonight.

Gia: Gotta say, though, Lucy's definitely a name we should call him more often.

Lucian: Absolutely fucking not!

Gina: Aw, don't get your panties in a twist Lucy.

Angel: I think the name suits you pretty well.

Lucian just screamed before he stormed off. He didn't actually go very far, just far enough away that he could angrily mumble to himself in peace without anybody else hearing, but the twins and Angel got a laugh out of it all the same.

Gia: Holy fuck, I needed that laugh.

Angel: Definitely a good cooldown after strutting my stuff on the tightrope. I am not used to focusing that much on my balance for so long.

Gina: It takes a lot more work than people realize, but you actually looked pretty good up there.

Angel: Almost as good as you girls, right? Then I guess I still have some work to do if I'm going to outshine you.

Angel just winked and pushed up his obviously fake tits before he spun on his feel and sauntered away, leaving the twins baffled. On one hand, the way he said it sounded playful enough that it framed his response as a friendly rivalry of sorts. On the other, there was enough of an edge to his tone that almost felt like he truly had every intention of “outshining” them, and that did not sit well with them at all.

Gia: Who the hell does this newbie think he is?

Lucian: For tonight, he's your replacement.

The twins whipped around at Lucian's blunt declaration, the ringmaster grinning like he was satisfied with this turn of events... probably because it was a bit of payback for the whole “Lucy” thing even if Angel had been the one to start it.

Gina: You want to repeat that? Because it sounded like you said he's our replacement.

Lucian: For tonight? Yeah. After that, I need to figure out how to work him into the lineup so you bitches can still have your time to shine.

Gia: Uh, hello? Do you not see us dressed up to practice?

Lucian: What are you getting all bloody mad for? I figured you'd be a little more grateful that I'm giving you a break to rest those long legs of yours after you spent fuck knows how long traveling. Besides, I had to have a backup plan in case you two got... I don't know, stuck in traffic or some shit and couldn't make it back in time after all. Besides, it's someone to fill in for you whenever you're busy making SCW your bitches like I hope you're going to do with this trios tournament thing.

Gina: Don't worry your fat ass about that, Lucian. My team's going all the way, we'll make sure of it. Doesn't mean I can't get a bad vibe about the guy you're trying to replace us with.

Lucian: Not replace! I want to make that perfectly bloody clear!

Gia: He seems to think he's going to replace us full time. Where the hell did you even find this guy, anyway?

At that, Lucian's grin vanished entirely as he looked at the ground in shame, and the Glimmers already had a bad idea of where this was going.

Lucian: You want the honest truth? He's one of the sluts Antonio owns.

And there it was, the missing piece of the puzzle. While it was something only felt by the three of them, it still felt like the air in the center ring had plummeted several degrees, and the blood running cold in the sisters' veins was matched only by the guilt on Lucian's face.

Lucian: Before you say anything, I didn't strike any new deals with Antonio while you cunts were in Canada winning gold, yeah? He gave me an “offer” when he came around the day of your last Breakdown to collect his pay, but he gave me no choice on whether or not I wanted to take it. He's loaning Angel to Cirque du Sins to fill in for you whenever necessary, and as long as he's treated well because apparently he's Antonio's “favorite,” then he's actually willing to forgive some of the debt I owe him.

The twins just exchanged looks again, smelling a rat from a mile away.

Gina: And you actually believe that?

Gia: Yeah! For all you know, Antonio could just be trying to make you replace us altogether.

Lucian: You think I haven't figured that out myself? You stupid bloody bitches... don't worry though, I don't plan on throwing away my biggest moneymakers that easily, no matter what he wants. Gotta say though... he did mention the two of you actually stood up to him in that little meeting. You ladies got bigger balls than I do... and I honestly don't know if that's exactly a good thing when it comes to Antonio. So please, take this night off I'm giving you, celebrate your title win by... I don't know, oiling up and having sex with your title belts or something. Anything to keep you out of Antonio's sight for tonight since he's coming around to watch his “toy” perform.

The disgust at referring to Angel in that way was painfully clear and Gia & Gina knew it took a lot for a proud perverted freak like Lucian Lurid to be genuinely disgusted with something, especially to this degree. Still, the rare pleading tone in his voice was also impossible to miss, and it left the Glimmers speechless as they just quietly nodded and turned to go try and enjoy their day off back in their trailer. It gave them time to scheme for the trios tournament, or maybe just relax... maybe do what Lucian suggested if they really wanted to.

None of it changed the fact that it was obvious Antonio was making moves to try and force the twins out of their safety net and into a position where they had no choice but to let him sink his hooks into them, and they weren't just going to stand idly by and let this Angel guy be used to drag them into the same situation he was clearly trapped in.

[Jay Gold]

OOC #1:  I am putting a warning flag up for this post due to an action that happens within it, being that similar actions have taken place in real life.  If you know what I am referring to and prefer not to read, please refrain.  For those that do read, I did keep the incident as tame and realistic as possible.

OOC #2:  Chris Dumont physically appears with handler approval.



Season 7 / Episode 9 / The Will-O'-The-Wisps (Part 1 - Sensing Trouble)

[Syren]

Very nearly fell asleep before coding this. That would have been awkward.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 408
"If you start talking about alignment grids, I’m moving out"

[Enigma]

The spiral fattens on fracture.
Colleen broken twice.
Polly harvested twice.
Sev & Elle at odds again.
Sanity crumbling.
Reality corrupted.

The feast is never finished.

Chapter 25: FRACTURED FEAST
READ HERE ➡️ [LINK]

[Syren]

I had entirely too much fun writing the CD for this. I also have ideas for segments, so Mr D, if you're reading this... I'd love to pitch them to you, but only after you've read the RP.

Enjoy.



The Syren Song: Verse 409
"This is why I don’t trust randomizers"

[Thunderhorse]

(Pierce) "Truth Time"

[James Evans]

OOC: Rules and shit, again

1) First section continues the 'story' in James' head due to his shattered reality, as told in first person.
2) Second section brings it back to James' real life, back into 3rd person POV.
3) Enjoy

Shattered Reality, 002

[Glimmer]

It's hard to know if the scene we find ourselves in is surprising or not, given who we're here to see. One might expect what looks like a strip club to be the perfect place to go if you're looking for the Glimmer Sisters, despite everyone knowing their home is with an adult circus. If anything truly felt surreal about this place, though, it's the fact that it seems disturbingly empty. Nobody working the poles to entice people to waste their hard-earned money on a more sinful show, nobody tossing that money onto the stage or indulging in delights of both gluttony and lust at any of the tables. If anything, the only two people we see are the two women we were looking for anyway... well, we're here for one of them, at least. Unsurprisingly, one of the Glimmers has sauntered onto the stage, whipping her long black hair around and seductively smirking in our direction as she wears only one of the skimpiest black lace thongs you've ever seen in your life and one of the tag title belts as though it were a bra.

Surprisingly, however, the other Glimmer looks entirely different, marking the first time we've ever seen a visible difference between the twins in any capacity... through that still doesn't exactly clarify who's who for us right now. This Glimmer sits at a table in front of the stage where her twin has wasted no time in starting to dance around the pole and flaunt herself as though she had an audience, perhaps because we're assuming that role right now. The one before us, however, is dressed in a rather elegant suit complete with a blazer, skirt and thigh-high stockings. There's still the elements we would expect from either of the Glimmers: the skirt being scandalously short so her own thong or the hint of cheeks is hard to miss at certain angles, certain buttons undone to expose some cleavage, but being far more dressed than her twin is certainly not what we would've expected to see. She glances at her tag title belt displayed proudly on the table like a proper trophy, drinking whatever likely alcoholic concoction is over ice in her glass as she grins at us, knowing that we're struggling to focus on her while her sister is looking seductively sexy behind her.

Suit-Wearing Glimmer Sister: Not what you were expecting, is it?

She chuckles, even her laugh being teasing in a way that would get anybody hot and bothered. For now, we might assume this is Gina just because she seems to be the one focused on speaking to us and she was the one drawn for the tournament, but at this point even we're blindly guessing.

Gina(?): I won't lie, this isn't normally something we'd do. Clubs are so... boring compared to the sinful circus acts we normally do. There's more excitement and work for the money we earn for Cirque du Sins.

Gia(?): And even that doesn't compare to the big fat champion's bonus we've now got thanks to these babies.

Gia, or at least we assume, happily hangs with her legs wrapped tightly around the pole, shaking her breasts as we can assume she's referring to the title belt she's currently using as a bra, though for all we know she could actually be referring to her girls.

Gina(?): But... never let it be said that we're not one for making our partners happy, no matter how you want to interpret that. And when I got a little note from one James Evans saying he pictured something like this in a dream he had recently... well, how could we refuse?

Gia(?): You are a very important person right now Gina.

Gina(?): Thanks Gina.

Just when we finally think we've got the answer as to which sister is which, of course they have to keep playing with us, and the smirks on their lips show that they know full well what they're doing.

Gina(?): I'm sorry, did you think we were going to give away the answer to this little game of who's who that easily? If so, then you clearly don't know us. But that does raise some concerns, now doesn't it? Gina being in this tournament while Gia isn't... how do you stop us from playing our games and keeping you all guessing?

Gia(?): Spoiler alert: you can't. Those losers in the Shinigami Foundation found that out the hard way at Apocalypse, because for everything they tried to win this game, we proved that, as always, we're one step ahead.

Gina(?): It's sad, really. All that bragging and boasting about how big and bad they were, yet when the time came to put their money where their mouths were, they were only shooting blanks.

Gia(?): But we do seem to be getting pretty popular now, sis. I mean, the queen bitch herself is now huffing and puffing at our doorstep, thinking she's important enough to actually stop us.

Gina(?): Eh, let her waste her breath, sis. She started this by thinking she could just shove us around while she was going all psycho on her Apocalypse opponent... we just showed her that if you're going to push us, we'll push right back.

Gia(?): But she'll have to wait, because we've got bigger fish to fry right now.

Gina(?): True, and she can fume about being irrelevant until she melts for all I care. After all... we've got a trios party to attend.

Whichever Glimmer is playing the role of stripper (we're assuming Gia still) gleefully winks and giggles as she reaches behind herself and unclips the belt, pulling it away from her chest like she would any other bra. Immediately, her exposed breasts are pixellated, but she doesn't seem to mind the censorship as she bites down on the leather strap and lets the belt dangle from her mouth as she dances and spins around the pole, really putting whoever's having to keep her chest censored to the test. Gina (again, we're assuming) just takes a long drink of her alcohol, leaning back as she does so and pushing her own chest out, a few of the buttons that haven't been undone audibly straining by the sound of things as she stretches.

Gina(?): I hate to break it to you guys, but my twin and I know all about this tournament as well as the prize waiting at the end. I mean, we saw Amelia Nevado use her contract to challenge for the world title after all.

Gia(?): Shame she didn't win, sis. We could've thrown her and her wife the wildest all-champions afterparty ever!

Gina(?): But that does beg the question... what could a Glimmer Sister do with such a contract, hm? The possibilities are endless after all, and given how much we've already shown we've made a game out of pushing the envelope...

Gia(?): Let your imaginations run wild!

Gina(?): Good idea, sis. And while most of these teams are wondering how in the hell they could possibly come together just long enough to try and win this thing, we don't have to worry about it. Enigma's made it clear he wants that contract and he'll stop at nothing to get it, and we had a long conversation with James Evans to make it clear we're on the same page here. After all, I did say this was something he saw in a dream once... hoping we made your dreams come true, James.

Gia(?): And as for that red-headed cunt who's vowed that we're not going to win just because she both hates James and, conveniently because of who we were drawn against, gets to let herself bend over and prostrate herself for the Shinigami Foundation like the swinger slut she is? Yeah, we did our homework and happened to catch that little detail from your past Amy, but quick question: if you supposedly know some things that would make us reconsider this trios partnership, then why didn't you fill us in? Kind of hard to take you seriously if you think you have our best interests in mind when you're not willing to share information as easily as you're willing to share both your husband and your own body.

Gia (we're still assuming) audibly laughs as she twirls around the pole again while Gina (again, we're still assuming) simply swirls her drink in her glass.

Gina(?): See, despite the efforts of some old hags who are well past their prime and desperate to stand in our way, we know we've got this tournament on lock. After all... Enigma and James both have the experience, the violence, the destructive force that individually would scare anyone shitless. And then there's us... always thinking, always scheming, ready and willing to set up the big boys to do their thing while we do ours. You find yourself stuck playing the guessing game... is this really Gina I'm fighting? Did Gia sneak in and take her place? Was I fighting Gia all along?

Gia(?): And while you're trying to figure that out, our partners will be punching you in the mouth, knocking your teeth out, and bringing us all one step closer as a group to power that SCW should be afraid of seeing any of us wield.

Gina(?): Of course, you're already intimately familiar with what we're capable of, aren't you Wil? I mean, this did belong to you up until a few weeks ago when we proved, once again, that the Glimmer Sisters are always ten steps ahead of the Shinigami Foundation.

Whichever Glimmer Sister is wearing the suit reaches over and delicately runs her fingers over the details etched into the center plate, seemingly treating it with far more respect that her twin who's at least not dangling it from her mouth anymore, though how it's been strapped around her waist backwards so the center plate can rest over her ample ass.

Gina(?): I hate to tell you this Wil, but I'm going to anyway since I doubt it'll ever get through that thick skull of yours. The Shinigami Foundation, in any combination, will never beat the Glimmer Sisters. That's just a fact, and one we'll eventually get bored of proving over and over again.

Gia(?): You could have the whole gang watching your back for this one match, you could have Alex's back if he wins his own match and meets us in the next round, but you're still both gonna be eliminated from this tournament and left to stew in your own embarrassment because our confidence, like our bodies, are all natural.

Gina(?): Speaking of fake confidence, what do you think the betting odds are about Polly having a meltdown and attacking her partners after we win this match because she's once again proven to be nothing but a failure?

Gia(?): I'd bet the whole circus on that if we could, sis.

Gina(?): Look Polly, we're sure you're going to angrily tell us off and claim this or that, but we know a failure when we see one. There's nothing wrong with it, failures are what allow for the successful people like us to step up and keep thriving in this world, so you do have a purpose you should be proud of. But trust me when I say that acting like you're just as psycho as the Shinigami losers like trying to make themselves out to be? It's not a good look for you, babe.

Gia(?): If you're really that desperate for help to turn it all around, I doubt your current so-called friends are going to help. I mean, that chubby bitch is too worried about getting her ass kicked constantly like a masochist at the hands of our new friend Enigma, and the other two? Heh, it looks to me like playing psycho bitch drove them away, further proving my sister's point.

Gina(?): Tell you what, we'll be nice. After our team's done booting you from the tournament, my twin and I can see about getting you a front row seat to our next Cirque du Sins show. Maybe we can even “convince” our ringmaster to give you a special little experience we like to call the Lust Ticket. Getting to see what we can do when we're not wrestling might help you chill out, having a little one-on-two time with us afterwards might open you up to a whole new world...

Gia(?): We promise a life-changing experience you'll never forget, and we'd even be happy to help you embrace a whole new you! Not at the cost of our own trios team, of course, but we're where we are now because confidence is queen, and babe, we can help you gain all the confidence you could ever dream of and more.

Both twins lick their lips in temptation at the offer they've laid out, not only wondering if Polly would even consider taking it, but grinning in delight over how they keep referring to it as “their trios team,” almost as if they're daring anybody to finally stop the game no one's been able to win with the twins yet.

Gina(?): Of course, we all know who the real star of the show is on the other side. How could we not? I mean, people worship her as though she's the greatest world champion of all time, I'm pretty sure she found a way into the hall of fame or something, and her tits and ass are almost a match for ours.

Gia(?): Almost, sis. Let's not forget that ours are real and hers are definitely as fake as the rest of her.

Gina(?): I can almost hear Syren and her useless little manager crying now. How dare we reduce Syren down to nothing more than the plastic enhancements she paid for because she was that desperate to look like a bombshell and just wasn't blessed like we were? Sorry babe, but that's on you.

Gia(?): If you don't want people to drool, you shouldn't have spent money on the upgrades to flaunt in the first place.

Gina(?): Beyond that, people are making such a big deal about you. Plastic bombshell body aside, you're the big success story for the other team, the one they're all hoping will carry them to the finish line because you're Syren, it's what you're supposed to do because you're just that good. Hell, people were telling us that you're going to be the first real test we've had since arriving here.

Gia(?): Gee sis, that says an awful lot about SCW's so-called quality of talent if that's true.

Gina(?): Seriously. But we've already heard James tell us about how he's mauled you in the past, beaten you senseless... between that and the fact that you haven't done anything worthwhile in years, it's honestly a wonder why you're even still wasting your time. And no, your excuse of a forced winning streak doesn't mean shit to us because that's you failing to put your money where your mouth it, Syren.

Gia(?): I'd say you're only doing it just for the attention, but you keep stressing you hate people only caring about you looks, and I feel like I'm just going in circles at this point.

Gina(?): I mean, you are sis, but that's beside the point.

Gia (still assuming here) is, in fact, just slowly spinning in a circle around the pole at this point, but she just laughs over it as Gina (again, still guessing) downs the rest of her drink and stands up, grabbing her tag title and draping it proudly over her shoulder as her twin crawls over to kneel on the edge of the stage now, bending down just enough so her ass is peeking out from beneath the backwards title around her waist.

Gina(?): Call our team whatever you want... beauty and the beasts, brain and brawn, whatever helps lessen the inevitable sting of failure you're going to feel. Ultimately, you're just going to have to accept facts: this year's trios contracts belong to Enigma, James Evans...

Gia(?): And the Glimmer Sisters.

Gina(?): Argue the semantics all you want, but deep down, you three and every other team know you're at a disadvantage when you face us. Our team has all the tools to make the perfect force that no one in SCW can stop... but it'd be fun to see you try.

Gia(?): Just don't cry too hard when you see us get handed those contracts at the end. Don't blame us for being smarter than you... blame yourselves for just not being good enough to finally shut us up.

The twins lean closer, faces pressing together as they just grin both seductively and dangerously, daring anyone to refute their claims and prove them wrong as we leave them be, realizing only after we've cut to black that we never did figure out which Glimmer was which, and maybe that was the point all along.