06-13-2025, 11:41 PM
Lucian Lurid looked like a regular Scrooge McDuck sitting in his office, surrounded by fat stacks of cash he was counting and dividing up into piles. Needless to say, business for the Cirque du Sins was going great, and under normal circumstances, having this much money to the name of his adult circus should have warranted a grin on his face and a rather absurd idea such as taking a bath in all this cash or something truly Scroogey like trying to swim through a vault full of it. Screw the physics that said it wasn't possible, Lucian believed anything was possible and the success of his circus was living proof of that.
Unfortunately, for as much as Lucian wanted nothing more than to just drop his robe around his ankles and plop his naked body of questionable attractiveness into an inflatable kiddie pool way too small for him just so he could treat these bills like they were soapy bubbles in a bubble bath, he could only scowl as he realized that profits for the month weren't going to be enough to meet a very specific goal.
Lucian: Damn it! You'd think I'd have had enough by now given that sales have been up, especially with that Lust Ticket. Something's got to change here in the next few weeks or things might be getting ugly.
The ringmaster huffed as he set aside a pile for something very specific, going through all possible avenues in his head. There were still several more stops that Cirque du Sins would be making before the month was over, and historically the hot summer months always brought in peak attendance, so they should be able to hit the goal without too much trouble. He debated skimming a fair amount from the pay he still owed all his acts, which explained a separate pile of cash, but some quick math revealed that alone wouldn't make up the difference. Just banking on high enough attendance, especially if he could keep getting a good amount of people buying the Lust Ticket, seemed like his best bet, but Lucian was never a man who gambled without an ace in the hole.
Unfortunately, his usual ace of the Glimmer Sisters and their side hustle of wrestling didn't seem like it was going to do it this time between them not being booked as much for some reason and their insistence on keeping a larger cut of the money they made this time around.
Lucian: Those bloody cunts. Yeah, they're not wrong, but they're fucking all of us right now and this isn't the way I like to get fucked, damn it!
Before Lucian could get too lost in ranting over the stress he was under because of whatever was going on, there was a knock at his office door. Grumbling to himself, he stormed over and nearly threw it off its hinges opening it to see one of his backstage technicians on the other side.
Lucian: WHAT!?
Technician: I... apologize for the interruption of whatever you were doing, Mr. Lurid. I was just bringing you the mail...
The guy shakily handed over the mail in question, and Lucian snatched it out of his hands and nodded his thanks before watching the man scurry off, leaving him to close the door and skim through the small pile.
Lucian: Junk... junk... bill for renting space... complaint... oooh, hello, what kind of beauty might you be?
Lucian threw all the other envelopes aside, making a note to pick them up later... maybe. His focus was solely on a letter that had the seal of Supreme Championship Wrestling stamped onto it, addressed to Gia & Gina Glimmer. That fact didn't stop him from ripping it open and exploring its contents, which only got him laughing like a psychotic clown. And why wouldn't he laugh? If what he was seeing was true, then maybe he had an ace in the hole after all.
That was enough to make him remember that this envelope wasn't even addressed to him, but it was the perfect excuse that had him practically bouncing out to the trailers where his performers resided until he found the one he was looking for. His knock was almost too eager, but it did the trick as it opened rather quickly and his devilish grin met the annoyed looks of his twin stars, dressed only in lacy black bras and thongs and looking like they'd only recently woken up.
Gia: Is there a reason you're bothering us at the asscrack of dawn?
Lucian: Oi, it's almost noon!
Gina: And that's not an explanation, so if you don't mind, we'll be getting back to trying to enjoy a day off now.
Gina went to slam the trailer door in Lucian's face, but he quickly thrust the SCW envelope out to stop her. This didn't stop the door from being slammed on his arm, though, which caused him to drop it and pull his arm back in clear pain.
Lucian: Ow! Bloody hell, you bitch!
Gia: Considering you were clearly snooping through our mail again, I think Gina should slammed it harder and cut your damn hand off.
Lucian: Will you just bloody look at it? Your efforts from a few nights ago were rewarded!
Lucian continued to rant and rave outside, but Gia & Gina tuned him out as the latter pulled out the contents of the envelope: copies of a pair of official SCW contracts and a letter from one of their soon-to-be new bosses or whatever welcoming them aboard, along with a notice of their debut match on June 13th in St. Louis. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know why Lucian was excited about this development, but Gia & Gina wanted to have their own satisfaction untainted by Lucian's sleaziness as the fruits of their “labor” a few nights ago were now blooming.
Gia: Looks like we've got a brand new playground to strut our stuff, Gina.
Gina: Then I guess we better give them a first impression they'll never forget.
That got the twins' beautiful asses in gear for the day, because one thing they knew for sure that even Lucian could agree with? SCW had no idea what they were about to bear witness to, and Gia & Gina had no intention of disappointing.
???: LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION, BITCHES!
We open up to the sound of a pair of voices you've probably never heard before, or if you have, then you'd be seriously questioning why you're hearing them in this context. They sound almost identical, though there's enough of a difference in tone that it's clear there's two voices speaking simultaneously. As for the sight that greets our eyes... well, it's quite a sight alright. Two women stand with their backs to us, black hair tied into ponytails and dyed with cyan streaks. Their clearly curvy figures are stuffed into form-fitting dresses, though one would be hard-pressed to consider them proper dresses when the backs dip so low that you can literally see a peek of black lace thongs from both women. Slowly, they shimmy and swivel their hips, dancing to a tune that only they can hear as they turn around, revealing grins highlights by black lipstock and eye shadow, not to mention the front of the dress being just as immodest as the back by revealing a ton of cleavage. Slowly, seductively, they lean forward, motioning for the camera to come closer as they proudly flaunt the cleavage they have on display.
???: Are you ready for the show?
All of a sudden, more of the surrounding area lights up, revealing some sort of stage that wouldn't feel out of place on a Hollywood lot. A neon sign bursts to life, revealing the name GLIMMER SISTERS in vibrant colors that would make a rainbow blush. The hungry grins of the two sexy women only seem to grow wider, even as we get a close-up of their faces, which has the unfortunate side effect of hiding their dynamite bodies.
Gina: Allow us to properly introduce ourselves to all our new fans in SCW. I'm Gina Glimmer.
Gia: And I'm Gia Glimmer! That makes us the Glimmer Sisters!
Gina: It should also be obvious that we're twins, but that just means double the trouble to watch out for when SCW's hottest new act graces its ring for the very first time this Friday night on Breakdown.
Gia: Maybe you've seen us somewhere before, and if you did, we hope you enjoyed what you saw. But, surprise! We're not just a sexy circus act for all you horny freaks out there to get yourselves off to as we're clearly everyone's wet dream. Truth be told, we've actually been doing a little bit of wrestling on the side. Hard to blame us girls when we need some more green in our bank accounts, but wouldn't you know it? Turns out we're actually pretty good at kicking people's asses and looking smoking hot while doing it!
Gina: Good enough to earn ourselves some contracts for what we've heard is the biggest wrestling place in the world today. Well... that's what we've heard, but I'm just not seeing it. Yeah, you've got a lot of big dudes and people who clearly love literally bathing in the blood of their enemies a little too much, and yeah, we're expecting a whole lot of you to watch us do our thing and then get your panties in a twist over who we are and how we do things, but let's be honest? If we're supposed to care what any of you think, we'd be just as boring as each and every one of you. The Glimmer Sisters do what we want, when we want, and we invite any of you to try and stop us, if you think you can.
Gina punctuates this with a wink as Gia licks her lips in a way that likely sends a shiver down your spine.
Gia: So, we've been told that our first victims- I mean, opponents, are Hollywood. Not gonna lie, part of me wanted to believe that we were actually going to take on Hollywood itself in a wrestling match because I think we can all agree that place could use a couple of hot, talented stars like us to kick its ass and clean it up so you all can actually have some movies worth spending money on to go see in theaters or stream on Netflix or whatever you prefer to do wasting your free time wishing your movies had the likes of us staring back at you through the screen.
Gina: Maybe one day, sis. But no, as entertaining as that would've been, apparently “Hollywood” in this case doesn't refer to the actual city/movie industry, nor does it even refer to actual Hollywood stars doubling as wrestlers. Instead, it's referring to brothers who, as far as we can tell, are a pair of scandal-prone influencers trying to make a name for themselves as wrestlers, not to mention shadowing some backstage interviewer who would give up whatever role she's trying out for to us in a heartbeat the moment she saw us and realized there was no contest. Yeah, it's not a lot to go on, but that almost feels symbolic in a way of just how little these two supposedly matter that SCW didn't seem to mind making them our first step up to the very top.
Gia: At least they're kind of handsome, and I'd bet the thong I'm wearing under this dress that the moment they lay eyes on us, they'll know the truth: the Glimmer Sisters are irresistible and your best bet to get to know us better is just to accept that we're the best thing that'll ever happen in your careers and let us have this one. I know, that sounds like we're asking an awful lot of you guys, but think about how much better the consolation prize would be compared to some silly little win that doesn't actually mean anything, right?
Gia steps back, her hips shimmying as she gives the camera a knowing grin. She reaches behind herself, fiddling with something behind her back as her hips keep shaking, with Gina just watching her twin in amusement. Finally, Gia lifts the bottom of her dress a bit and kicks her foot, a familiar black lace thong hitting us right in the face as the implications are left up to our imagination. Gia, however, doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed or ashamed of what she's done, nor does Gina for her sister.
Gina: Of course, maybe you think it wouldn't be worth it. Maybe you believe you do need that win. After all, word is we've signed on just in time for a big and important time of the year around here, and maybe you think every win is necessary. That's fine if you think that way. If anything, it sounds like a fun game that we can play too. After all, first impressions are everything, and Gia and I know a thing or two about leaving a LASTING impression on people. So if you want to play rough, we can play rough too. Just remember that it didn't have to be this way, or that we gave you a chance to experience the greatest moment of your lives and you chose to get your asses kicked instead. We don't know you, after all, and for all we know, you could maybe be trying to be a little less scandal-prone, especially since we're quite the scandal in our own right.
Gia: That's where this gets fun! See, even if we don't really know you or what you two want to be like, we do have the benefit of a little “Hollywood rewind” to actually have an idea of what you both bring to the table. Us, on the other hand? You've got nothing. No film reel, no VHS, no DVD, nothing digital, just the knowledge that you're going to be sharing the ring with two very hot pieces of ass and that alone should have you boys sweating. But, say you actually are able to pull your act together, you'll realize pretty quickly that you're flying blind here, especially against an act unlike anything SCW has ever seen before. We're unique, we know we can put on a show and put asses in those seats to help SCW's bottom line, and we're going to leave you Hollywood boys reeling one way or another. So, the scene is set boys. You want to make this easy on yourselves?
Gina: Or do you want us to leave you on the cutting room floor?
Gia: Either way? We're walking out of St. Louis with the first win of our new SCW careers, and soon everybody will be bowing down and lining up to plant their lips firmly on our perfect asses as they worship us like the goddesses that we are and watch as we ascend to the very top of this place, because that's just how the Glimmer Sister act is supposed to end.
Gia & Gina's grins somehow become even hungrier as they stare us down one last time, like a prime piece of meat, before they saunter away, the camera struggling to keep from drifting low enough that it might catch something that could get SCW into deep trouble. It does, at least, lower to where Gia's thong landed after hitting us in the face, and this is the last thing we see before the lights go out, the action comes to an end for now, and the camera stops rolling.
Unfortunately, for as much as Lucian wanted nothing more than to just drop his robe around his ankles and plop his naked body of questionable attractiveness into an inflatable kiddie pool way too small for him just so he could treat these bills like they were soapy bubbles in a bubble bath, he could only scowl as he realized that profits for the month weren't going to be enough to meet a very specific goal.
Lucian: Damn it! You'd think I'd have had enough by now given that sales have been up, especially with that Lust Ticket. Something's got to change here in the next few weeks or things might be getting ugly.
The ringmaster huffed as he set aside a pile for something very specific, going through all possible avenues in his head. There were still several more stops that Cirque du Sins would be making before the month was over, and historically the hot summer months always brought in peak attendance, so they should be able to hit the goal without too much trouble. He debated skimming a fair amount from the pay he still owed all his acts, which explained a separate pile of cash, but some quick math revealed that alone wouldn't make up the difference. Just banking on high enough attendance, especially if he could keep getting a good amount of people buying the Lust Ticket, seemed like his best bet, but Lucian was never a man who gambled without an ace in the hole.
Unfortunately, his usual ace of the Glimmer Sisters and their side hustle of wrestling didn't seem like it was going to do it this time between them not being booked as much for some reason and their insistence on keeping a larger cut of the money they made this time around.
Lucian: Those bloody cunts. Yeah, they're not wrong, but they're fucking all of us right now and this isn't the way I like to get fucked, damn it!
Before Lucian could get too lost in ranting over the stress he was under because of whatever was going on, there was a knock at his office door. Grumbling to himself, he stormed over and nearly threw it off its hinges opening it to see one of his backstage technicians on the other side.
Lucian: WHAT!?
Technician: I... apologize for the interruption of whatever you were doing, Mr. Lurid. I was just bringing you the mail...
The guy shakily handed over the mail in question, and Lucian snatched it out of his hands and nodded his thanks before watching the man scurry off, leaving him to close the door and skim through the small pile.
Lucian: Junk... junk... bill for renting space... complaint... oooh, hello, what kind of beauty might you be?
Lucian threw all the other envelopes aside, making a note to pick them up later... maybe. His focus was solely on a letter that had the seal of Supreme Championship Wrestling stamped onto it, addressed to Gia & Gina Glimmer. That fact didn't stop him from ripping it open and exploring its contents, which only got him laughing like a psychotic clown. And why wouldn't he laugh? If what he was seeing was true, then maybe he had an ace in the hole after all.
That was enough to make him remember that this envelope wasn't even addressed to him, but it was the perfect excuse that had him practically bouncing out to the trailers where his performers resided until he found the one he was looking for. His knock was almost too eager, but it did the trick as it opened rather quickly and his devilish grin met the annoyed looks of his twin stars, dressed only in lacy black bras and thongs and looking like they'd only recently woken up.
Gia: Is there a reason you're bothering us at the asscrack of dawn?
Lucian: Oi, it's almost noon!
Gina: And that's not an explanation, so if you don't mind, we'll be getting back to trying to enjoy a day off now.
Gina went to slam the trailer door in Lucian's face, but he quickly thrust the SCW envelope out to stop her. This didn't stop the door from being slammed on his arm, though, which caused him to drop it and pull his arm back in clear pain.
Lucian: Ow! Bloody hell, you bitch!
Gia: Considering you were clearly snooping through our mail again, I think Gina should slammed it harder and cut your damn hand off.
Lucian: Will you just bloody look at it? Your efforts from a few nights ago were rewarded!
Lucian continued to rant and rave outside, but Gia & Gina tuned him out as the latter pulled out the contents of the envelope: copies of a pair of official SCW contracts and a letter from one of their soon-to-be new bosses or whatever welcoming them aboard, along with a notice of their debut match on June 13th in St. Louis. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know why Lucian was excited about this development, but Gia & Gina wanted to have their own satisfaction untainted by Lucian's sleaziness as the fruits of their “labor” a few nights ago were now blooming.
Gia: Looks like we've got a brand new playground to strut our stuff, Gina.
Gina: Then I guess we better give them a first impression they'll never forget.
That got the twins' beautiful asses in gear for the day, because one thing they knew for sure that even Lucian could agree with? SCW had no idea what they were about to bear witness to, and Gia & Gina had no intention of disappointing.
*~*~*~*
???: LIGHTS! CAMERA! ACTION, BITCHES!
We open up to the sound of a pair of voices you've probably never heard before, or if you have, then you'd be seriously questioning why you're hearing them in this context. They sound almost identical, though there's enough of a difference in tone that it's clear there's two voices speaking simultaneously. As for the sight that greets our eyes... well, it's quite a sight alright. Two women stand with their backs to us, black hair tied into ponytails and dyed with cyan streaks. Their clearly curvy figures are stuffed into form-fitting dresses, though one would be hard-pressed to consider them proper dresses when the backs dip so low that you can literally see a peek of black lace thongs from both women. Slowly, they shimmy and swivel their hips, dancing to a tune that only they can hear as they turn around, revealing grins highlights by black lipstock and eye shadow, not to mention the front of the dress being just as immodest as the back by revealing a ton of cleavage. Slowly, seductively, they lean forward, motioning for the camera to come closer as they proudly flaunt the cleavage they have on display.
???: Are you ready for the show?
All of a sudden, more of the surrounding area lights up, revealing some sort of stage that wouldn't feel out of place on a Hollywood lot. A neon sign bursts to life, revealing the name GLIMMER SISTERS in vibrant colors that would make a rainbow blush. The hungry grins of the two sexy women only seem to grow wider, even as we get a close-up of their faces, which has the unfortunate side effect of hiding their dynamite bodies.
Gina: Allow us to properly introduce ourselves to all our new fans in SCW. I'm Gina Glimmer.
Gia: And I'm Gia Glimmer! That makes us the Glimmer Sisters!
Gina: It should also be obvious that we're twins, but that just means double the trouble to watch out for when SCW's hottest new act graces its ring for the very first time this Friday night on Breakdown.
Gia: Maybe you've seen us somewhere before, and if you did, we hope you enjoyed what you saw. But, surprise! We're not just a sexy circus act for all you horny freaks out there to get yourselves off to as we're clearly everyone's wet dream. Truth be told, we've actually been doing a little bit of wrestling on the side. Hard to blame us girls when we need some more green in our bank accounts, but wouldn't you know it? Turns out we're actually pretty good at kicking people's asses and looking smoking hot while doing it!
Gina: Good enough to earn ourselves some contracts for what we've heard is the biggest wrestling place in the world today. Well... that's what we've heard, but I'm just not seeing it. Yeah, you've got a lot of big dudes and people who clearly love literally bathing in the blood of their enemies a little too much, and yeah, we're expecting a whole lot of you to watch us do our thing and then get your panties in a twist over who we are and how we do things, but let's be honest? If we're supposed to care what any of you think, we'd be just as boring as each and every one of you. The Glimmer Sisters do what we want, when we want, and we invite any of you to try and stop us, if you think you can.
Gina punctuates this with a wink as Gia licks her lips in a way that likely sends a shiver down your spine.
Gia: So, we've been told that our first victims- I mean, opponents, are Hollywood. Not gonna lie, part of me wanted to believe that we were actually going to take on Hollywood itself in a wrestling match because I think we can all agree that place could use a couple of hot, talented stars like us to kick its ass and clean it up so you all can actually have some movies worth spending money on to go see in theaters or stream on Netflix or whatever you prefer to do wasting your free time wishing your movies had the likes of us staring back at you through the screen.
Gina: Maybe one day, sis. But no, as entertaining as that would've been, apparently “Hollywood” in this case doesn't refer to the actual city/movie industry, nor does it even refer to actual Hollywood stars doubling as wrestlers. Instead, it's referring to brothers who, as far as we can tell, are a pair of scandal-prone influencers trying to make a name for themselves as wrestlers, not to mention shadowing some backstage interviewer who would give up whatever role she's trying out for to us in a heartbeat the moment she saw us and realized there was no contest. Yeah, it's not a lot to go on, but that almost feels symbolic in a way of just how little these two supposedly matter that SCW didn't seem to mind making them our first step up to the very top.
Gia: At least they're kind of handsome, and I'd bet the thong I'm wearing under this dress that the moment they lay eyes on us, they'll know the truth: the Glimmer Sisters are irresistible and your best bet to get to know us better is just to accept that we're the best thing that'll ever happen in your careers and let us have this one. I know, that sounds like we're asking an awful lot of you guys, but think about how much better the consolation prize would be compared to some silly little win that doesn't actually mean anything, right?
Gia steps back, her hips shimmying as she gives the camera a knowing grin. She reaches behind herself, fiddling with something behind her back as her hips keep shaking, with Gina just watching her twin in amusement. Finally, Gia lifts the bottom of her dress a bit and kicks her foot, a familiar black lace thong hitting us right in the face as the implications are left up to our imagination. Gia, however, doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed or ashamed of what she's done, nor does Gina for her sister.
Gina: Of course, maybe you think it wouldn't be worth it. Maybe you believe you do need that win. After all, word is we've signed on just in time for a big and important time of the year around here, and maybe you think every win is necessary. That's fine if you think that way. If anything, it sounds like a fun game that we can play too. After all, first impressions are everything, and Gia and I know a thing or two about leaving a LASTING impression on people. So if you want to play rough, we can play rough too. Just remember that it didn't have to be this way, or that we gave you a chance to experience the greatest moment of your lives and you chose to get your asses kicked instead. We don't know you, after all, and for all we know, you could maybe be trying to be a little less scandal-prone, especially since we're quite the scandal in our own right.
Gia: That's where this gets fun! See, even if we don't really know you or what you two want to be like, we do have the benefit of a little “Hollywood rewind” to actually have an idea of what you both bring to the table. Us, on the other hand? You've got nothing. No film reel, no VHS, no DVD, nothing digital, just the knowledge that you're going to be sharing the ring with two very hot pieces of ass and that alone should have you boys sweating. But, say you actually are able to pull your act together, you'll realize pretty quickly that you're flying blind here, especially against an act unlike anything SCW has ever seen before. We're unique, we know we can put on a show and put asses in those seats to help SCW's bottom line, and we're going to leave you Hollywood boys reeling one way or another. So, the scene is set boys. You want to make this easy on yourselves?
Gina: Or do you want us to leave you on the cutting room floor?
Gia: Either way? We're walking out of St. Louis with the first win of our new SCW careers, and soon everybody will be bowing down and lining up to plant their lips firmly on our perfect asses as they worship us like the goddesses that we are and watch as we ascend to the very top of this place, because that's just how the Glimmer Sister act is supposed to end.
Gia & Gina's grins somehow become even hungrier as they stare us down one last time, like a prime piece of meat, before they saunter away, the camera struggling to keep from drifting low enough that it might catch something that could get SCW into deep trouble. It does, at least, lower to where Gia's thong landed after hitting us in the face, and this is the last thing we see before the lights go out, the action comes to an end for now, and the camera stops rolling.