09-19-2025, 11:18 PM
Most people in the world would take one look at Gia & Gina Glimmer and assume they were the kind of women who never worked hard for anything in their lives.
Those were also the same kind of people who really needed to get acquainted with the phrase “don't judge a book by its cover.”
It's easy to see why many would get that perception though. Gia & Gina were not only sexy as sin, but they knew it and openly flaunted it every chance they got. They thrived on having all eyes on them, reveled in people throwing themselves at their feet hoping for a touch, a taste, of what the Glimmers had to offer. They had no shame about using their sex appeal to make the road they traveled in life just that little bit easier.
And yet, at the end of the day, they still had to earn everything they had to their names, and that fact constantly flew under the radar.
Yes, they flaunted their tits and asses shamelessly for Cirque du Sins, but the stunts and acrobatics they did while flaunting their curves still required hours upon hours, days upon days of intense training to seamlessly blend the two so that when they performed under the big top, they didn't end up seriously hurting themselves. A lot of their routines were often called 'death-defying stunts' for a reason, even with all the precautions any circus would rightfully take in case of accidents. Add in that little extra booty shake or contortion of the body to stick their breasts out just that little bit farther, and suddenly there's a whole new degree of difficulty in trying to make sure they don't fall several feet and break their necks or compact their spines.
Wrestling was no different. Sure, jumping into the sport was an impulsive suggestion from their ringmaster desperately trying to kill every vulture circling around his head with one stone, but the twins still spent hours upon hours and days upon days training to actually be able to not only handle what the sport would throw at them, but also be able to flip that switch between circus acrobatics and wrestling acrobatics because there was enough of a difference that risks were present if they weren't focused.
As Gia & Gina talked with some of the riggers to make sure everyone was on the same page about tonight's planned routine, their minds couldn't help but wander to SCW. It was another spur of the moment decision from Lucian to try and bolster their, and by extension his, finances, and it truly had been a big step up in competition for the twins to deal with. They knew everyone around them, especially the likes of the Shinigami Foundation, firmly believed that they were only one win away from becoming tag team champions just because of their looks and their antics, and if they wanted to undervalue the work the Glimmers had done to get to this point?
Fine with them.
Contrary to popular belief, they did train hard, they do study their opponents, and they do still have to actually earn that three count whenever they step into the ring. Believe them to be devious schemers who could never actually outwrestle anybody if you wish, because it still takes hours of plotting to come up with every single gameplan they bring to the table to outsmart their opponents, and they have to work that in between making sure they're still on their A-game for every night of sinful circus fun. If their latest win over Hollywood should have proved anything, it's that Gia & Gina are very much aware rematching teams will mean the same tricks won't always work, and they adapted perfectly to take the Hollywood boys down once again, just as they would do the same in their second dance with the Shinigami Foundation.
They were 5-0 so far in SCW, they'd beaten these clowns once before. No matter how you try to argue against it, the Glimmer Sisters had absolutely earned this opportunity.
Lucian: I can't believe I'm being fucked out of a bloody good opportunity here!
The twins had just finished their meeting with the riggers and had started adjusting their attire for tonight before their ringmaster came storming up to them like an angry tub of pudding, though his fury didn't seem to be directed at them this time. Still, Gia & Gina tried to ignore him as they tugged on their thigh-high stockings, letting Lucian just vent until he needed to catch his breath.
Lucian: SCW's got that pay-per-view show coming up, yeah? And you two cunts could be waltzing those perky asses of yours right back here with championship gold. I'm seeing so many dollar signs I think my world's turning one color!
Gina: Pretty sure that's called going colorblind, Lucian.
Lucian just grunted and ignored Gina's sass.
Lucian: Tell me you bitches don't see the green that could go with that gold you'll soon be holding. You can't! We should have the perfect opportunity to make a bloody mint with our next few shows after tonight... but SCW has to go and hold the goddamned show up in Canada!
Gia: And that's our problem because...?
Lucian: It's A problem period! As much as I would love to flaunt my menagerie of sex fiends to all the freaks of the Great White North, all my bloody licenses only allow me to legally operate in the United States!
Gina: Which begs the question... why did you leave Australia behind to run this show here in America again? Not that we're complaining...
Lucian: Have you cunts even seen how sanitized people are trying to make Straya these days? Fucking hell, you even have that one Oz group trying to bully the rest of the bloody world into doing the same because “feminism” or some shit, the ones trying to make video games illegal because of sex and violence.
Lucian growls, pausing to march his pudgy self over to the nearby snack table and scarf down a few brownies to calm himself down while Gia & Gina just gagged at the sight. He just assumed they were gagging at what he's said and continues on once his mouth's empty.
Lucian: Plus... the only reason I'm even in business right now is because of Antonio getting everything set up for me. Even assuming I finally get my ass out of debt to him, how the bloody fucking hell would I even be able to talk to Canada or Mexico or any other country we could somehow reach to convince them to let me operate within their borders?
The twins raised an eyebrow at that.
Gia: He doesn't have any foreign connections?
Lucian: He probably does, I wouldn't be that surprised at this point mates, but I think we can all at least agree that I don't need to be digging us an even deeper hole here, yeah?
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, truly not wanting to argue that. Their adult circus was only in business at all because of a very dangerous individual who could easily just snap his fingers and seize control if he really wanted to, but Antonio relished the fact that Lucian somehow managed to pay him every month and they were pretty sure he got some sort of sick pleasure out of living rent free in people's heads. Lucian was a pig and a creep, yes, but Antonio was a monster in every sense of the word even based on how little they've actually interacted with him, and they knew which one they considered the lesser of two evils there.
Gina: Look Lucian, I know you're probably expecting us to say that we don't need you and the circus following us around everywhere and we can handle ourselves, which is totally true by the way.
Gia: But we get the frustration. As true as that statement is, we can't deny the extra revenue that's come from Cirque du Sins holding shows in the same places SCW does, and we sure as hell can't argue with SCW fans wanting to see us in ALL our true glory.
Gina: If you can't legally operate in Canada, though, then don't be an idiot and take the risk just because of us.
Gia: The last thing this circus needs right now is any more trouble.
Lucian: That's rich coming from you two cunts.
Gia: Hey, our trouble is our own to make and we own it.
Gina: And that trouble's got nothing to do with this place.
Lucian: Heh, fair enough, mates. Now get those attractive asses of yours in position because we've got a bloody show to put on!
Lucian goes to spank Gia's butt as an exclamation point on the statement, but she bats his hand away and rolls her eyes before she and Gina go to start heading up for their tightrope act tonight, though they do let themselves loosen up with some fun conversation on the way.
Gina: Speaking of attractive asses, did you see what those Luz and Amelia chicks were packing?
Gia: How could I not? And you just know they had to be checking us out in return.
Gina: Think if they both leave Apocalypse draped in gold we could talk them into a night of fun?
Gia: Four big sexy asses wrapped in gold? Are we sure those two aren't so nice or monogamous they'd be too afraid?
Gina: We're already usurping their whole iconic tag team thing. Maybe they should be afraid we'd shift our focus to taking their singles belts as well and making people forget about them completely.
That's about as much of that conversation as Lucian amuses himself in overhearing before the Glimmer Sisters are too high up to catch any more, especially as he moves to the trap door he's going to bounce up through, taking deep breaths and pumping himself up.
Lucian: Alright mate. It's fucking showtime!
???: And what a show it should be, huh chico?
All the adrenaline that started pumping through Lucian's veins suddenly froze the moment he heard that familiar Spanish accent. He slowly turned his head, letting out an audible gulp as he locked eyes with someone he hadn't expected to see right now.
Lucian: Antonio, hey! What, um... what can I do for ya, mate?
Antonio: Oh, I just figured I'd come up here to check out tonight's show, especially since I believe your sexy pequeñas estrellas are going to be leaving the country for the weekend, no? That actually leads me to a little... proposition I'd like to discuss with you quick.
No one else had any idea that this was going on, and that seemed to lead to a bit of confusion when tonight's festivities didn't start on time. Performers hidden in their places were confused, and from their perch in the shadows up above the center ring, Gia & Gina were baffled as they saw several in the crowd start to get a little rowdy, demands for titties and/or refunds starting to grow into full-blown chants.
Gia: Where the fuck is Lucian?
Gina: Seriously. That tub of lard may be many things, but he's always a punctual showman.
The twins actually started to look concerned as the agitation among the crowd began to grow, the chants getting louder as some people stood up to begin leaving.
Lucian: I can hear you loud and clear, you sick fucks! Christ, you mates must be the horniest bunch of freaks I've ever heard in my life!
That comment echoed throughout the big top and was punctuated by an explosion of smoke in the center ring before Lucian suddenly bounced out, grinning like the cheshire cat and very quickly regaining control of the situation by acting like keeping the crowd waiting was all part of his plan. It worked, though, because the people immediately sat back down and cheered their lungs out.
Gia & Gina, however, weren't so convinced.
Gia: For as much of a disgusting pig as he is, Lucian's good at getting a crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.
Gina: Yeah, but you know as well as I do sis that he's never late on getting a show started. I don't know what happened, but I've got a bad feeling about it.
Gia: Well, let's get to the bottom of it after our act's done. Last thing we want is to lose focus up all the way up here.
Gina sighed but nodded, knowing her twin was right. Gia smacking her ass for extra motivation probably wasn't necessary, but it did get Gina grinning as they shelved that bad feeling to address later. They were the second act to go on tonight as a 'gift' from Lucian to let them perform and have their Lust Ticket time with some lucky rando before getting ready for their trip across the border tomorrow for SCW matters, and they made the most of it. Being on the tightrope was one of their favorite acts because of the extra freedom they felt getting to not only flaunt their bodies and their flexibility, but also their insane balance all while still making audiences gasp and cheer at the crazy acrobatic stunts they still performed, all with that sexy twist that was uniquely them. Even if you stripped away the more adult elements to it, it was still a show you literally wouldn't see performed by anyone else, but the Glimmers knew they were skilled enough to confidently pull it off despite the risks.
Still, Gina's bad feeling lingered in the back of their minds, and upon finishing their act, it came back full force.
Lucian: Give it up for the glittering gems of Cirque du Sins, the ultimate twin temptations, the Glimmer Sisters!
The crowd lost their shit as Gia & Gina proudly balanced on the tightrope one last time, blowing kisses and taking a bow with some included tit-shaking to further ruin some people's pants in the audience before they slowly strutted their way across to start heading back down.
Lucian: Now, I'm afraid I have some bad news, mates. Normally, this is the intermission period where I'd tell all you perverted Lust Ticket buyers to bust those bad boys out so we can shine the spotlight on a lucky winner. Unfortunately, I'm afraid the twins aren't on the menu tonight.
That immediately got the audience booing, and Gia & Gina flat out stopped before they could begin their descent to look down at the scene unfolding.
Gia: What the fuck!?
Gina: What is he up to?
Lucian: I know, I know, it sucks mates, but my hands are bloody tied here. You all know those sexy sinful sluts have a big weekend ahead of them. After all, our next show could see the two of them wearing nothing but fucking championship belts as bras! And we want our girls to be at their best to kick some nobodies' asses and make that a reality, don't we!?
Whatever Lucian was pulling seemed to work as the crowd's anger over potentially being ripped off turned into understandable support, a chant of “GLIMMER SISTERS!” even starting up that had Lucian audibly laughing.
Still, though, the sisters in question weren't buying the change of plans, not when it was way too out of character for their greedy pig of a boss.
They decided the best thing they could probably do right now was take advantage of Lucian's claims to the audience and retreat back to their trailer as quickly as possible to start packing. They didn't know why he had decided to cancel their Lust Ticket session tonight, but if Gina was getting bad vibes from it, that was more than enough reason to get their shapely behinds out of dodge before they got whatever answer they knew they wouldn't like.
Lucian: Hold on! Where do you bitches think you're going?
Unfortunately, needing to make sure they didn't completely rush their descent from the rafters and risk an unnecessary injury that could screw over everything they were hoping to get out of SCW this weekend had held them up long enough for Lucian to introduce the next act and catch them before they got too far. Even worse, Lucian knew full well that this was an instance where he could literally throw his weight around and make himself into a human wall, as the pathway through this part of the tent's backstage area was so narrow that there was no way they could slip past him... not without risking some sort of incident that could ruin the rest of the show, anyway.
Gia: Uh... back to our trailer?
Gina: We heard you tell the crowd you canceled our Lust Ticket session tonight so we could pack and get ready to head to Toronto tomorrow.
Lucian: About that... yeah, I canceled it, but not to give you whores any more of a head start on getting your shit packed than I was giving ya originally.
That bad feeling Gina got before their act was now burning like acid in the back of her throat, and Gia was absolutely right there with her now as she literally looked to be weighing the pros and cons of knocking out one of the tent's supports and bringing the whole thing down just to get past Lucian at this point.
Gina: What are you talking about?
To the twins' surprise, Lucian actually looked remorseful for a moment. It was a look they had only ever seen from him once before: the moment where he'd come clean to them about his debt to Antonio to explain why he constantly skimmed everyone's paychecks.
Lucian: You've got someone waiting in your Lust Chamber. Call it a “private favor” I guess, yeah?
Gia: And why should we even bother? We heard you basically give us a pass to saunter our hot asses out of here earlier than planned, and if this loser already paid you to screw your own rules and gimmicks, then surely you can just laugh in their face and deny a refund, right?
Lucian: Not to Antonio, no.
Those four words were enough to completely suck all the air out of the twins' lungs, and the fact that Lucian's usual condescending, larger-than-life tone had been absent for most of this little chat added even more weight to the situation that had Gia & Gina's skin crawling, and not in the way it usually did when they put up with their boss.
Gia: A... I'm sorry, did you say Antonio!?
Gina: He's here!? Now!?
Lucian: Right you are, mates. He's what held me up from our planned start time. Cornered me right before I made my big entrance leap and basically told me he wanted a private meeting with the two of you before you got too far tonight. I tried my bloody best to delay it, convince him that you ladies really needed to get your asses packed tonight and out of here at a bloody decent time tomorrow, yeah?
Gia: And what do you get out of this proposition, huh?
Lucian: I get to live to see tomorrow, and he made that pretty fucking clear to me, mates.
It was at this point that Lucian finally turned and walked away, and the twins could hear him trying to pump himself back up so he could sell the audience on rizz he truly did not have. They, however, felt like their shoes were now made of cement as they stayed rooted in place for a moment, the weight of the situation starting to crush them.
Antonio wanted to meet with them, and had basically threatened Lucian's life to get his way.
If Lucian died, especially if the twins tried to skirt this meeting, then Antonio would probably take over the circus and that was a horror show they really didn't want to be a part of.
Plus, who was to say Antonio wouldn't hunt them down regardless?
As much as they hated it, they knew that, unlike when they got in the ring come Apocalypse, there was only one course of action they could take in this particular moment, and that was what finally managed to drag their feet to the door in the Lust Chamber area marked with their names.
Gina: You ready?
Gia: Hell no, but do we have a choice?
The Glimmer Sisters took deep breaths in unison and steeled themselves as Gina opened the door and they carefully stepped inside.
Unfortunately, any vague hope that their boss had been screwing with them died almost immediately.
There, sitting on the loveseat like he owned it, legs crossed and an obnoxious red and white fur coat draped over his tall, broad frame, smoking from a cigarette holder and grinning like a predator who'd caught his prey, sat Antonio.
Those were also the same kind of people who really needed to get acquainted with the phrase “don't judge a book by its cover.”
It's easy to see why many would get that perception though. Gia & Gina were not only sexy as sin, but they knew it and openly flaunted it every chance they got. They thrived on having all eyes on them, reveled in people throwing themselves at their feet hoping for a touch, a taste, of what the Glimmers had to offer. They had no shame about using their sex appeal to make the road they traveled in life just that little bit easier.
And yet, at the end of the day, they still had to earn everything they had to their names, and that fact constantly flew under the radar.
Yes, they flaunted their tits and asses shamelessly for Cirque du Sins, but the stunts and acrobatics they did while flaunting their curves still required hours upon hours, days upon days of intense training to seamlessly blend the two so that when they performed under the big top, they didn't end up seriously hurting themselves. A lot of their routines were often called 'death-defying stunts' for a reason, even with all the precautions any circus would rightfully take in case of accidents. Add in that little extra booty shake or contortion of the body to stick their breasts out just that little bit farther, and suddenly there's a whole new degree of difficulty in trying to make sure they don't fall several feet and break their necks or compact their spines.
Wrestling was no different. Sure, jumping into the sport was an impulsive suggestion from their ringmaster desperately trying to kill every vulture circling around his head with one stone, but the twins still spent hours upon hours and days upon days training to actually be able to not only handle what the sport would throw at them, but also be able to flip that switch between circus acrobatics and wrestling acrobatics because there was enough of a difference that risks were present if they weren't focused.
As Gia & Gina talked with some of the riggers to make sure everyone was on the same page about tonight's planned routine, their minds couldn't help but wander to SCW. It was another spur of the moment decision from Lucian to try and bolster their, and by extension his, finances, and it truly had been a big step up in competition for the twins to deal with. They knew everyone around them, especially the likes of the Shinigami Foundation, firmly believed that they were only one win away from becoming tag team champions just because of their looks and their antics, and if they wanted to undervalue the work the Glimmers had done to get to this point?
Fine with them.
Contrary to popular belief, they did train hard, they do study their opponents, and they do still have to actually earn that three count whenever they step into the ring. Believe them to be devious schemers who could never actually outwrestle anybody if you wish, because it still takes hours of plotting to come up with every single gameplan they bring to the table to outsmart their opponents, and they have to work that in between making sure they're still on their A-game for every night of sinful circus fun. If their latest win over Hollywood should have proved anything, it's that Gia & Gina are very much aware rematching teams will mean the same tricks won't always work, and they adapted perfectly to take the Hollywood boys down once again, just as they would do the same in their second dance with the Shinigami Foundation.
They were 5-0 so far in SCW, they'd beaten these clowns once before. No matter how you try to argue against it, the Glimmer Sisters had absolutely earned this opportunity.
Lucian: I can't believe I'm being fucked out of a bloody good opportunity here!
The twins had just finished their meeting with the riggers and had started adjusting their attire for tonight before their ringmaster came storming up to them like an angry tub of pudding, though his fury didn't seem to be directed at them this time. Still, Gia & Gina tried to ignore him as they tugged on their thigh-high stockings, letting Lucian just vent until he needed to catch his breath.
Lucian: SCW's got that pay-per-view show coming up, yeah? And you two cunts could be waltzing those perky asses of yours right back here with championship gold. I'm seeing so many dollar signs I think my world's turning one color!
Gina: Pretty sure that's called going colorblind, Lucian.
Lucian just grunted and ignored Gina's sass.
Lucian: Tell me you bitches don't see the green that could go with that gold you'll soon be holding. You can't! We should have the perfect opportunity to make a bloody mint with our next few shows after tonight... but SCW has to go and hold the goddamned show up in Canada!
Gia: And that's our problem because...?
Lucian: It's A problem period! As much as I would love to flaunt my menagerie of sex fiends to all the freaks of the Great White North, all my bloody licenses only allow me to legally operate in the United States!
Gina: Which begs the question... why did you leave Australia behind to run this show here in America again? Not that we're complaining...
Lucian: Have you cunts even seen how sanitized people are trying to make Straya these days? Fucking hell, you even have that one Oz group trying to bully the rest of the bloody world into doing the same because “feminism” or some shit, the ones trying to make video games illegal because of sex and violence.
Lucian growls, pausing to march his pudgy self over to the nearby snack table and scarf down a few brownies to calm himself down while Gia & Gina just gagged at the sight. He just assumed they were gagging at what he's said and continues on once his mouth's empty.
Lucian: Plus... the only reason I'm even in business right now is because of Antonio getting everything set up for me. Even assuming I finally get my ass out of debt to him, how the bloody fucking hell would I even be able to talk to Canada or Mexico or any other country we could somehow reach to convince them to let me operate within their borders?
The twins raised an eyebrow at that.
Gia: He doesn't have any foreign connections?
Lucian: He probably does, I wouldn't be that surprised at this point mates, but I think we can all at least agree that I don't need to be digging us an even deeper hole here, yeah?
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, truly not wanting to argue that. Their adult circus was only in business at all because of a very dangerous individual who could easily just snap his fingers and seize control if he really wanted to, but Antonio relished the fact that Lucian somehow managed to pay him every month and they were pretty sure he got some sort of sick pleasure out of living rent free in people's heads. Lucian was a pig and a creep, yes, but Antonio was a monster in every sense of the word even based on how little they've actually interacted with him, and they knew which one they considered the lesser of two evils there.
Gina: Look Lucian, I know you're probably expecting us to say that we don't need you and the circus following us around everywhere and we can handle ourselves, which is totally true by the way.
Gia: But we get the frustration. As true as that statement is, we can't deny the extra revenue that's come from Cirque du Sins holding shows in the same places SCW does, and we sure as hell can't argue with SCW fans wanting to see us in ALL our true glory.
Gina: If you can't legally operate in Canada, though, then don't be an idiot and take the risk just because of us.
Gia: The last thing this circus needs right now is any more trouble.
Lucian: That's rich coming from you two cunts.
Gia: Hey, our trouble is our own to make and we own it.
Gina: And that trouble's got nothing to do with this place.
Lucian: Heh, fair enough, mates. Now get those attractive asses of yours in position because we've got a bloody show to put on!
Lucian goes to spank Gia's butt as an exclamation point on the statement, but she bats his hand away and rolls her eyes before she and Gina go to start heading up for their tightrope act tonight, though they do let themselves loosen up with some fun conversation on the way.
Gina: Speaking of attractive asses, did you see what those Luz and Amelia chicks were packing?
Gia: How could I not? And you just know they had to be checking us out in return.
Gina: Think if they both leave Apocalypse draped in gold we could talk them into a night of fun?
Gia: Four big sexy asses wrapped in gold? Are we sure those two aren't so nice or monogamous they'd be too afraid?
Gina: We're already usurping their whole iconic tag team thing. Maybe they should be afraid we'd shift our focus to taking their singles belts as well and making people forget about them completely.
That's about as much of that conversation as Lucian amuses himself in overhearing before the Glimmer Sisters are too high up to catch any more, especially as he moves to the trap door he's going to bounce up through, taking deep breaths and pumping himself up.
Lucian: Alright mate. It's fucking showtime!
???: And what a show it should be, huh chico?
All the adrenaline that started pumping through Lucian's veins suddenly froze the moment he heard that familiar Spanish accent. He slowly turned his head, letting out an audible gulp as he locked eyes with someone he hadn't expected to see right now.
Lucian: Antonio, hey! What, um... what can I do for ya, mate?
Antonio: Oh, I just figured I'd come up here to check out tonight's show, especially since I believe your sexy pequeñas estrellas are going to be leaving the country for the weekend, no? That actually leads me to a little... proposition I'd like to discuss with you quick.
No one else had any idea that this was going on, and that seemed to lead to a bit of confusion when tonight's festivities didn't start on time. Performers hidden in their places were confused, and from their perch in the shadows up above the center ring, Gia & Gina were baffled as they saw several in the crowd start to get a little rowdy, demands for titties and/or refunds starting to grow into full-blown chants.
Gia: Where the fuck is Lucian?
Gina: Seriously. That tub of lard may be many things, but he's always a punctual showman.
The twins actually started to look concerned as the agitation among the crowd began to grow, the chants getting louder as some people stood up to begin leaving.
Lucian: I can hear you loud and clear, you sick fucks! Christ, you mates must be the horniest bunch of freaks I've ever heard in my life!
That comment echoed throughout the big top and was punctuated by an explosion of smoke in the center ring before Lucian suddenly bounced out, grinning like the cheshire cat and very quickly regaining control of the situation by acting like keeping the crowd waiting was all part of his plan. It worked, though, because the people immediately sat back down and cheered their lungs out.
Gia & Gina, however, weren't so convinced.
Gia: For as much of a disgusting pig as he is, Lucian's good at getting a crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.
Gina: Yeah, but you know as well as I do sis that he's never late on getting a show started. I don't know what happened, but I've got a bad feeling about it.
Gia: Well, let's get to the bottom of it after our act's done. Last thing we want is to lose focus up all the way up here.
Gina sighed but nodded, knowing her twin was right. Gia smacking her ass for extra motivation probably wasn't necessary, but it did get Gina grinning as they shelved that bad feeling to address later. They were the second act to go on tonight as a 'gift' from Lucian to let them perform and have their Lust Ticket time with some lucky rando before getting ready for their trip across the border tomorrow for SCW matters, and they made the most of it. Being on the tightrope was one of their favorite acts because of the extra freedom they felt getting to not only flaunt their bodies and their flexibility, but also their insane balance all while still making audiences gasp and cheer at the crazy acrobatic stunts they still performed, all with that sexy twist that was uniquely them. Even if you stripped away the more adult elements to it, it was still a show you literally wouldn't see performed by anyone else, but the Glimmers knew they were skilled enough to confidently pull it off despite the risks.
Still, Gina's bad feeling lingered in the back of their minds, and upon finishing their act, it came back full force.
Lucian: Give it up for the glittering gems of Cirque du Sins, the ultimate twin temptations, the Glimmer Sisters!
The crowd lost their shit as Gia & Gina proudly balanced on the tightrope one last time, blowing kisses and taking a bow with some included tit-shaking to further ruin some people's pants in the audience before they slowly strutted their way across to start heading back down.
Lucian: Now, I'm afraid I have some bad news, mates. Normally, this is the intermission period where I'd tell all you perverted Lust Ticket buyers to bust those bad boys out so we can shine the spotlight on a lucky winner. Unfortunately, I'm afraid the twins aren't on the menu tonight.
That immediately got the audience booing, and Gia & Gina flat out stopped before they could begin their descent to look down at the scene unfolding.
Gia: What the fuck!?
Gina: What is he up to?
Lucian: I know, I know, it sucks mates, but my hands are bloody tied here. You all know those sexy sinful sluts have a big weekend ahead of them. After all, our next show could see the two of them wearing nothing but fucking championship belts as bras! And we want our girls to be at their best to kick some nobodies' asses and make that a reality, don't we!?
Whatever Lucian was pulling seemed to work as the crowd's anger over potentially being ripped off turned into understandable support, a chant of “GLIMMER SISTERS!” even starting up that had Lucian audibly laughing.
Still, though, the sisters in question weren't buying the change of plans, not when it was way too out of character for their greedy pig of a boss.
They decided the best thing they could probably do right now was take advantage of Lucian's claims to the audience and retreat back to their trailer as quickly as possible to start packing. They didn't know why he had decided to cancel their Lust Ticket session tonight, but if Gina was getting bad vibes from it, that was more than enough reason to get their shapely behinds out of dodge before they got whatever answer they knew they wouldn't like.
Lucian: Hold on! Where do you bitches think you're going?
Unfortunately, needing to make sure they didn't completely rush their descent from the rafters and risk an unnecessary injury that could screw over everything they were hoping to get out of SCW this weekend had held them up long enough for Lucian to introduce the next act and catch them before they got too far. Even worse, Lucian knew full well that this was an instance where he could literally throw his weight around and make himself into a human wall, as the pathway through this part of the tent's backstage area was so narrow that there was no way they could slip past him... not without risking some sort of incident that could ruin the rest of the show, anyway.
Gia: Uh... back to our trailer?
Gina: We heard you tell the crowd you canceled our Lust Ticket session tonight so we could pack and get ready to head to Toronto tomorrow.
Lucian: About that... yeah, I canceled it, but not to give you whores any more of a head start on getting your shit packed than I was giving ya originally.
That bad feeling Gina got before their act was now burning like acid in the back of her throat, and Gia was absolutely right there with her now as she literally looked to be weighing the pros and cons of knocking out one of the tent's supports and bringing the whole thing down just to get past Lucian at this point.
Gina: What are you talking about?
To the twins' surprise, Lucian actually looked remorseful for a moment. It was a look they had only ever seen from him once before: the moment where he'd come clean to them about his debt to Antonio to explain why he constantly skimmed everyone's paychecks.
Lucian: You've got someone waiting in your Lust Chamber. Call it a “private favor” I guess, yeah?
Gia: And why should we even bother? We heard you basically give us a pass to saunter our hot asses out of here earlier than planned, and if this loser already paid you to screw your own rules and gimmicks, then surely you can just laugh in their face and deny a refund, right?
Lucian: Not to Antonio, no.
Those four words were enough to completely suck all the air out of the twins' lungs, and the fact that Lucian's usual condescending, larger-than-life tone had been absent for most of this little chat added even more weight to the situation that had Gia & Gina's skin crawling, and not in the way it usually did when they put up with their boss.
Gia: A... I'm sorry, did you say Antonio!?
Gina: He's here!? Now!?
Lucian: Right you are, mates. He's what held me up from our planned start time. Cornered me right before I made my big entrance leap and basically told me he wanted a private meeting with the two of you before you got too far tonight. I tried my bloody best to delay it, convince him that you ladies really needed to get your asses packed tonight and out of here at a bloody decent time tomorrow, yeah?
Gia: And what do you get out of this proposition, huh?
Lucian: I get to live to see tomorrow, and he made that pretty fucking clear to me, mates.
It was at this point that Lucian finally turned and walked away, and the twins could hear him trying to pump himself back up so he could sell the audience on rizz he truly did not have. They, however, felt like their shoes were now made of cement as they stayed rooted in place for a moment, the weight of the situation starting to crush them.
Antonio wanted to meet with them, and had basically threatened Lucian's life to get his way.
If Lucian died, especially if the twins tried to skirt this meeting, then Antonio would probably take over the circus and that was a horror show they really didn't want to be a part of.
Plus, who was to say Antonio wouldn't hunt them down regardless?
As much as they hated it, they knew that, unlike when they got in the ring come Apocalypse, there was only one course of action they could take in this particular moment, and that was what finally managed to drag their feet to the door in the Lust Chamber area marked with their names.
Gina: You ready?
Gia: Hell no, but do we have a choice?
The Glimmer Sisters took deep breaths in unison and steeled themselves as Gina opened the door and they carefully stepped inside.
Unfortunately, any vague hope that their boss had been screwing with them died almost immediately.
There, sitting on the loveseat like he owned it, legs crossed and an obnoxious red and white fur coat draped over his tall, broad frame, smoking from a cigarette holder and grinning like a predator who'd caught his prey, sat Antonio.