09-20-2025, 11:58 PM
Gia & Gina Glimmer prided themselves on always having a plan for any situation, even ones they hadn't expected. Staying one step ahead of everyone else and taking advantage of whatever they had to was how they knew they would survive in this world.
Unfortunately, no amount of planning could've possibly prepared them for this moment.
Antonio sat there, lounging on the loveseat of their Lust Chamber, grinning at the twins like they were the ultimate prize and he'd already won. Every drag he took from his cigarette holder made him look more like an entitled asshole, but it caused Gia & Gina's skin to crawl in a way that triggered their fight or flight reflexes... both bad options in this scenario.
Antonio: Chicas.
Antonio spread his arms as if he was expecting a hug. As he did, his red and white fur coat opened up, revealing that all he had on underneath was probably the tightest pair of black briefs they had ever seen on a man. Everything about him, from his muscles to the painfully obvious bulge, just looked massive, and the twins couldn't tell if he was expecting them to be intimidated or turned on by the sight.
Probably both, if they had to guess.
Gina: To what do we owe the pleasure of a private meeting with you, Antonio?
Antonio: Please, come sit with me and I can tell you all about it.
Gia: We're, uh, fine right here. You know, so we can get going to start packing for tomorrow once we're all done here.
Gina: It'll be a long road trip up to Toronto and a few days stuck there.
Antonio: Which is exactly why I wanted to talk before you left. I know Lucian can't bring his circus up there... well, he could, but he doesn't seem to want to pay for the permits to do so. Any idea why?
The twins both shrugged. Unfortunately, Antonio didn't buy it for a second, but he responded by taking a long drag and then chuckling as smoke trailed from his lips like he was some sort of demon straight from the depths of hell.
Antonio: No importa. I just want you both to know that I'm concerned for your safety is all. Being in an entirely different country, surrounded by people you don't know who'd be looking to take advantage of you the first chance they get. Not to mention those Shinigami Foundation people who think they're going to main those pretty little bodies of yours.
Gia: What are you getting at?
Gina bit her bottom lip as Gia let some of her mounting frustration slip, but Antonio just grinned even wider, almost pleased with finally cutting through some of the caution tape the twins clearly put up in his presence.
Antonio: I was willing to offer you both some... protection, shall we say. I'm not so blind that I can't see what the crown jewel of Lucian's little circus truly is. You two are the showstoppers, the sexy little sluts who enslave all who gaze upon you with your beauty. It would be a real shame if something were to happen to you... Lucian might even find his profits dwindling down to a point where he might not be able to pay me, and what a shame that would be, hm?
Gina: And... you think you can help?
Antonio: An investment as valuable as the two of you surely needs to be protected at all costs, no? Some of my men will accompany you, make sure no one gets any funny ideas... maybe there might even be a little “accident” that befalls that Foundation before show time? I mean, if you're going to pretend to be some big threatening organization, then you're practically inviting disaster to your doorstep if you say or do the wrong thing, and SCW would be left with no choice but to lay those titles at your feet because of circumstances beyond their control.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, unnerved and stunned by the brazen offer Antonio had just laid on the table. And yet, they knew his wording was deliberate: he wasn't hiding the fact that he thought they couldn't win this match, much less defend themselves if necessary beyond the ring, and was offering to 'solve' both problems without them needing to do anything. At the same time, he was also making it explicitly clear without outright saying it that they had no say in this matter, not if they wanted to be able to make it to the match themselves.
Maybe it was stupid, but beneath the fear, they felt the anger burning in their blood, the disgust over being looked down on and treated like they were useless without someone else holding their hand and making decisions for them. Those were the kinds of things that had driven them both to start new lives and rebuild themselves into the Glimmer Sisters, and no matter how legitimately powerful or terrifying Antonio was, nobody stripped Gia & Gina of their hard-earned freedom to make their own decisions and dictate their own lives.
Antonio: Of course, these services wouldn't come for free. I'm a businessman, after all. But I know how much you chicas value your money, and protection like this would normally be... a little outside your price range. But! I'm willing to be nice and let you have it anyway, and all I ask in return is one night to really get to know you both, inside and out-
Gia: Pass.
Antonio nearly dropped his cigarette holder, clearly not having expected that response. He chuckled awkwardly as she slowly stood up to his full imposing height, towering over both women.
Antonio: Lo siento, I believe I must have misheard just now. Perhaps the crowd Lucian is still entertaining was a little too loud for a moment, because it sounded to me like you were passing on my offer.
Gina: We are.
That earned an eye twitch from Antonio as he gripped his cigarette holder so tight he actually snapped the metal rod in half. The cigarette hit the floor, but before it could ignite anything, Antonio slammed his foot down onto it in a threatening stomp forward.
Antonio: Alright, alright... I get it. Maybe Lucian's told you some stories about me and you aren't quite believing them. You're both still a little naive about the world-
Gia: It's got nothing to do with being naive, asshole.
Gina: We know we're probably making a huge mistake here. We've heard all about the kind of man you are, and we'd believe you could kill us right here and now if you really wanted to.
Gia: But we're not going to stand here and be accused of not being able to handle ourselves for whatever bullshit reason you want to spew. We've been outsmarting some of SCW's “best” since day one.
Gina: Not to mention kicking the asses of anyone who thinks they can just tell us what to do, like we didn't bust our perky asses to get to where we are now just for some shady motherfucker to try and force us back into shackles we don't want to be in.
Antonio took a deep breath, exhaling through his nostrils with such force that you'd almost swear he was a bull in a china shop. But even as he closed the distance and leaned down right in the twins' faces, Gia & Gina held their ground. They knew he could probably see the slight trembling, the nerves from defying him, but they didn't care anymore.
Antonio: Do you two perras know what kind of grave you're digging for yourselves right now?
Gina: We do, and we don't care.
Gia: If you really want to end us and cost Lucian his crown jewel of this circus, then we're going down on our terms.
Gina: Not yours, asshole.
Antonio bared his teeth, looking mere seconds away from absolutely losing it and following through on his threat. He even raised his hand, prepared to backhand one of the twins like a pimp would to any bitch who dared to defy him. But Gia & Gina did not belong to him, and despite the fact that he knew they were still trembling before him, they didn't flinch in the face of the impending strike.
The next thing the Glimmers knew, Antonio was lowering his hand and laughing like he'd just heard the funniest joke to ever be told. It was positively deranged how unhinged he looked and sounded, but they kept their guard up all the same.
Antonio: You know...I've been trying to look into the two of you for some time now. Call it professional curiosity. I was quite intrigued when all there was to Gia & Gina Glimmer hit a dead end just a few years ago, as if you both suddenly popped into existence out of nowhere. But I'm starting to see why Lucian values you too so much now, and it's not just because of those dynamite bodies of yours.
With that, Antonio started to walk forward again, Gia & Gina stepping aside to let him pass as they continued to stare at him in a mix of defiance and disbelief. He opened the door, but paused to grin back at them... but the visible twitch in his eye made it painfully clear he wasn't entirely happy with this turn of events.
Antonio: I'll leave you both be for now... part of me really wants to see more of you, understand you better. But I would advise not declining an offer from me again... next time, chicas, I might not be so nice.
With that, Antonio slipped out of the room, taking a moment to make sure his fur coat completely covered him before he walked off. Gia & Gina just watched him leave before they both slumped to the floor, gasping and sitting in silent shock that they'd survived this encounter with Antonio despite openly defying his plans. Perhaps they had impressed him with their stubborn desire to be the only ones in control of their lives from now on, but they knew they had put themselves on a shit list they probably didn't want to be on.
If there was any solace they took away from tonight, it was the belief that if they could turn down a deal with one of the most dangerous men walking the earth today and still be alive and breathing, then walking out of Apocalypse as tag team champions would surely be a walk in the park by comparison.
The very first thing we see is the Canadian flag. It's pretty hard to miss, considering it takes up the entire screen. As every Canadian watching starts to feel a sense of pride and maybe a desire to stand up and sing their national anthem, we start panning back from the glorious white and red. Despite doing so, all we can really make out is that we're outside somewhere on a bright, warm, sunny day, but now that we're not really close in on the maple leaf, the sunlight does reveal to us a silhouette behind the flag, the feminine grunts indicative that there's some sort of issue going on. At least one of the Glimmer Sisters is standing nearby, reading from yet another oddly specific book titled “Overcompensation 101,” but the title is pretty easy to miss. After all, your eyes are probably drawn to the fact that whichever twin this is happens to be stuffed into a Canadian flag bikini so skimpy that it is literally a miracle the censors haven't already sprung into action. The glittering red thong decorated with a little maple leaf right above where the garment becomes swallowed up by her cheeks somehow plays second fiddle to the white and red bra that looks one deep breath away from a wardrobe malfunction, but whichever Glimmer this is, she doesn't seem to be bothered by it. She does, however, roll her eyes in response to another groan from the silhouette.
Gina: What's the problem, Gia?
We hear a frustrated growl from the silhouette before Gia steps out from behind the flag, wearing the exact same tight, skimpy maple lead bikini as Gina. Now that we know which is which for today, hopefully you don't forget it upon the sight of Gia groping her boobs like she's got a bone to pick with them.
Gia: I think my boobs got bigger.
Gina raises an eyebrow at that, closing her book and tossing it aside to look down at her twin's chest, assessing how small, tight and painful the bikini top looks to be. It's only then that she starts tugging at her own bikini top, which barely gives no matter how much she tugs on the straps.
Gina: Now that you mention it, I've noticed that mine seem about ready to shred this top too.
Gia: It can't be because of any enhancements. We're confirmed all natural from top to bottom and anyone who thinks otherwise clearly hasn't seen a real woman before in their life.
Gina: How crazy would it be to believe that maybe our boobs could get bigger with each win we rack up?
The twins just laugh to themselves at the absurd thought. It's probably obvious by now that they've intentionally put on bikini tops that were way too small for them on purpose, but they can't help but run with this bit all the way to the finish line.
Gia: Well if that's true, then I think we're going to need something a little bigger to hold our growing girls.
Gina: Something sturdy, worthy of covering our chests.
Gia: Maybe something made of gold and leather?
Gina: Then I guess we won't need these poor things anymore.
With stereo deep breaths and intentional flexing, Gia & Gina proceed to literally burst right out of their bikini tops, the broken garment falling to the floor. If you were quick enough or are very good at pausing at just the right time, maybe there's a slim chance you could catch that fabled nip slip, but SCW's censors are clearly on the ball as the twins' now bare chests are immediately covered in pixellation. They can't resist draping their arms over each other's shoulders as they give “innocent” grins to the camera.
Gia: What do you guys think? Would championship belts make for the perfect bras to cover these bad girls up?
Gina: Even if you say no, it doesn't matter, because that's exactly what we're going to do once we walk out of Apocalypse as your new tag team champions.
Gia: Of course, the big bad Shinigami Foundation have a problem with that.
Gina: Seems to us like they've got a real problem with us not being “real wrestlers” and making a “mockery” out of a sport they say they care so much for. Never mind the hypocrisy of playing gatekeeper and sucking up to another duo they've admitted is the only team better than them.
Gia: You mean despite us beating them once before? Or every single loss they've racked up to other supposed lesser teams like Hollywood or... didn't they get embarrassed by a bunch of supposed magical girls at one point too?
Gina: Seems like you boys are overcompensating for quite a lot these days, aren't you? Granted, if I thought I was god's gift to wrestling and I lost to someone I was so convinced was beneath me... well, I'd feel pretty embarrassed too. But this time is going to be different! After all, you two are so offended by our presence in SCW that you're up in arms about this match even being for those precious titles you've barely had for a few weeks now. You've got such a problem with how we beat you, how we carry ourselves, that the mere thought of those titles ending up around our sexy waists has Alex and Wil about ready to have an aneurysm.
Gia: Do we really offend your sensitive wrestling brains that much boys?
Gia leans in, winking to the camera with a devilish little smirk.
Gia: Good, because that's exactly what we were hoping for. Face the facts boys: we're proud of what we've got and how we carry ourselves, and if all the wrestling purists are having meltdowns about the fact that we're one win away from calling ourselves champions, then we've played our part to perfection. How does it feel boys, knowing we're living rent free in those empty spaces you call heads and making you sweat over the thought of literally losing those titles to the sexiest circus clowns you've ever seen strut across a tightrope?
Gina: Granted, we usually end up in a lot of people's heads anyway, but it's nice to know how desperate you two are that you're hyping yourselves up so much thinking it's going to intimidate us. After all, how could we possible beat a pair of technical gods when we're not even close to real wrestlers?
The twins glance at one another before rolling their eyes, their censored breasts jostling against one another for a moment if you need something to distract yourself from the truth that's about to be spoken.
Gia: When Gina said you guys were overcompensating, you weren't kidding. I mean, you've over here bitching and moaning about how we supposedly cheated to beat you before Rise To Glimmer, embarrassing you right before your precious title opportunity, but what do you call how you won those titles, hm? Does somebody running out and distracting the champions so you can roll them up for the three count not qualify as cheating anymore?
Gina: Well, if that's the case, then I guess we haven't been cheating this whole time after all, no matter how much these idiots want to play that “rules for thee but not for me” crap. I mean, people can't help if they get distracted and someone takes advantage, right? We just happen to be very good at creating those situations and using them to our benefit. But, I suppose we could stand to learn a thing or two from a pair of wrestling purists who clearly won those titles through pure skill alone and not some convenient distraction.
Gia: Alex, Wil, we don't want you two to worry your empty little heads trying to understand the hypocrisy of your claims. Gina and I will be more than happy to teach you a thing or two ourselves come Apocalypse right here in good ol' Toronto, Canada.
Gina: Namely, that we're smarter than you, we aren't quite as easy for you to pin down no matter how “godly” your technical skills may be, and there isn't a thing you can do to stop us from earning an even bigger pay day once we walk out of Toronto as your brand new tag team champions.
Gia: Don't worry, though... when the two of you find your balls after we're done humiliating you and your so-called Foundation again, we'll be keeping those belts nice and snug right by our hearts.
Gia pats her pixellated breast with a grin before she and Gina laugh, each giving us a sultry wink before they begin to strut away. We can't help but follow their swaying hips and perfect asses for a moment before pulling our gaze away to pan down to the broken remnants of their too-small bras, perhaps as one last chance to picture how good the twins would look wearing the tag team championship belts like actual bras before they make that dream a reality come Sunday night.
Unfortunately, no amount of planning could've possibly prepared them for this moment.
Antonio sat there, lounging on the loveseat of their Lust Chamber, grinning at the twins like they were the ultimate prize and he'd already won. Every drag he took from his cigarette holder made him look more like an entitled asshole, but it caused Gia & Gina's skin to crawl in a way that triggered their fight or flight reflexes... both bad options in this scenario.
Antonio: Chicas.
Antonio spread his arms as if he was expecting a hug. As he did, his red and white fur coat opened up, revealing that all he had on underneath was probably the tightest pair of black briefs they had ever seen on a man. Everything about him, from his muscles to the painfully obvious bulge, just looked massive, and the twins couldn't tell if he was expecting them to be intimidated or turned on by the sight.
Probably both, if they had to guess.
Gina: To what do we owe the pleasure of a private meeting with you, Antonio?
Antonio: Please, come sit with me and I can tell you all about it.
Gia: We're, uh, fine right here. You know, so we can get going to start packing for tomorrow once we're all done here.
Gina: It'll be a long road trip up to Toronto and a few days stuck there.
Antonio: Which is exactly why I wanted to talk before you left. I know Lucian can't bring his circus up there... well, he could, but he doesn't seem to want to pay for the permits to do so. Any idea why?
The twins both shrugged. Unfortunately, Antonio didn't buy it for a second, but he responded by taking a long drag and then chuckling as smoke trailed from his lips like he was some sort of demon straight from the depths of hell.
Antonio: No importa. I just want you both to know that I'm concerned for your safety is all. Being in an entirely different country, surrounded by people you don't know who'd be looking to take advantage of you the first chance they get. Not to mention those Shinigami Foundation people who think they're going to main those pretty little bodies of yours.
Gia: What are you getting at?
Gina bit her bottom lip as Gia let some of her mounting frustration slip, but Antonio just grinned even wider, almost pleased with finally cutting through some of the caution tape the twins clearly put up in his presence.
Antonio: I was willing to offer you both some... protection, shall we say. I'm not so blind that I can't see what the crown jewel of Lucian's little circus truly is. You two are the showstoppers, the sexy little sluts who enslave all who gaze upon you with your beauty. It would be a real shame if something were to happen to you... Lucian might even find his profits dwindling down to a point where he might not be able to pay me, and what a shame that would be, hm?
Gina: And... you think you can help?
Antonio: An investment as valuable as the two of you surely needs to be protected at all costs, no? Some of my men will accompany you, make sure no one gets any funny ideas... maybe there might even be a little “accident” that befalls that Foundation before show time? I mean, if you're going to pretend to be some big threatening organization, then you're practically inviting disaster to your doorstep if you say or do the wrong thing, and SCW would be left with no choice but to lay those titles at your feet because of circumstances beyond their control.
Gia & Gina exchanged looks, unnerved and stunned by the brazen offer Antonio had just laid on the table. And yet, they knew his wording was deliberate: he wasn't hiding the fact that he thought they couldn't win this match, much less defend themselves if necessary beyond the ring, and was offering to 'solve' both problems without them needing to do anything. At the same time, he was also making it explicitly clear without outright saying it that they had no say in this matter, not if they wanted to be able to make it to the match themselves.
Maybe it was stupid, but beneath the fear, they felt the anger burning in their blood, the disgust over being looked down on and treated like they were useless without someone else holding their hand and making decisions for them. Those were the kinds of things that had driven them both to start new lives and rebuild themselves into the Glimmer Sisters, and no matter how legitimately powerful or terrifying Antonio was, nobody stripped Gia & Gina of their hard-earned freedom to make their own decisions and dictate their own lives.
Antonio: Of course, these services wouldn't come for free. I'm a businessman, after all. But I know how much you chicas value your money, and protection like this would normally be... a little outside your price range. But! I'm willing to be nice and let you have it anyway, and all I ask in return is one night to really get to know you both, inside and out-
Gia: Pass.
Antonio nearly dropped his cigarette holder, clearly not having expected that response. He chuckled awkwardly as she slowly stood up to his full imposing height, towering over both women.
Antonio: Lo siento, I believe I must have misheard just now. Perhaps the crowd Lucian is still entertaining was a little too loud for a moment, because it sounded to me like you were passing on my offer.
Gina: We are.
That earned an eye twitch from Antonio as he gripped his cigarette holder so tight he actually snapped the metal rod in half. The cigarette hit the floor, but before it could ignite anything, Antonio slammed his foot down onto it in a threatening stomp forward.
Antonio: Alright, alright... I get it. Maybe Lucian's told you some stories about me and you aren't quite believing them. You're both still a little naive about the world-
Gia: It's got nothing to do with being naive, asshole.
Gina: We know we're probably making a huge mistake here. We've heard all about the kind of man you are, and we'd believe you could kill us right here and now if you really wanted to.
Gia: But we're not going to stand here and be accused of not being able to handle ourselves for whatever bullshit reason you want to spew. We've been outsmarting some of SCW's “best” since day one.
Gina: Not to mention kicking the asses of anyone who thinks they can just tell us what to do, like we didn't bust our perky asses to get to where we are now just for some shady motherfucker to try and force us back into shackles we don't want to be in.
Antonio took a deep breath, exhaling through his nostrils with such force that you'd almost swear he was a bull in a china shop. But even as he closed the distance and leaned down right in the twins' faces, Gia & Gina held their ground. They knew he could probably see the slight trembling, the nerves from defying him, but they didn't care anymore.
Antonio: Do you two perras know what kind of grave you're digging for yourselves right now?
Gina: We do, and we don't care.
Gia: If you really want to end us and cost Lucian his crown jewel of this circus, then we're going down on our terms.
Gina: Not yours, asshole.
Antonio bared his teeth, looking mere seconds away from absolutely losing it and following through on his threat. He even raised his hand, prepared to backhand one of the twins like a pimp would to any bitch who dared to defy him. But Gia & Gina did not belong to him, and despite the fact that he knew they were still trembling before him, they didn't flinch in the face of the impending strike.
The next thing the Glimmers knew, Antonio was lowering his hand and laughing like he'd just heard the funniest joke to ever be told. It was positively deranged how unhinged he looked and sounded, but they kept their guard up all the same.
Antonio: You know...I've been trying to look into the two of you for some time now. Call it professional curiosity. I was quite intrigued when all there was to Gia & Gina Glimmer hit a dead end just a few years ago, as if you both suddenly popped into existence out of nowhere. But I'm starting to see why Lucian values you too so much now, and it's not just because of those dynamite bodies of yours.
With that, Antonio started to walk forward again, Gia & Gina stepping aside to let him pass as they continued to stare at him in a mix of defiance and disbelief. He opened the door, but paused to grin back at them... but the visible twitch in his eye made it painfully clear he wasn't entirely happy with this turn of events.
Antonio: I'll leave you both be for now... part of me really wants to see more of you, understand you better. But I would advise not declining an offer from me again... next time, chicas, I might not be so nice.
With that, Antonio slipped out of the room, taking a moment to make sure his fur coat completely covered him before he walked off. Gia & Gina just watched him leave before they both slumped to the floor, gasping and sitting in silent shock that they'd survived this encounter with Antonio despite openly defying his plans. Perhaps they had impressed him with their stubborn desire to be the only ones in control of their lives from now on, but they knew they had put themselves on a shit list they probably didn't want to be on.
If there was any solace they took away from tonight, it was the belief that if they could turn down a deal with one of the most dangerous men walking the earth today and still be alive and breathing, then walking out of Apocalypse as tag team champions would surely be a walk in the park by comparison.
*~*~*~*
The very first thing we see is the Canadian flag. It's pretty hard to miss, considering it takes up the entire screen. As every Canadian watching starts to feel a sense of pride and maybe a desire to stand up and sing their national anthem, we start panning back from the glorious white and red. Despite doing so, all we can really make out is that we're outside somewhere on a bright, warm, sunny day, but now that we're not really close in on the maple leaf, the sunlight does reveal to us a silhouette behind the flag, the feminine grunts indicative that there's some sort of issue going on. At least one of the Glimmer Sisters is standing nearby, reading from yet another oddly specific book titled “Overcompensation 101,” but the title is pretty easy to miss. After all, your eyes are probably drawn to the fact that whichever twin this is happens to be stuffed into a Canadian flag bikini so skimpy that it is literally a miracle the censors haven't already sprung into action. The glittering red thong decorated with a little maple leaf right above where the garment becomes swallowed up by her cheeks somehow plays second fiddle to the white and red bra that looks one deep breath away from a wardrobe malfunction, but whichever Glimmer this is, she doesn't seem to be bothered by it. She does, however, roll her eyes in response to another groan from the silhouette.
Gina: What's the problem, Gia?
We hear a frustrated growl from the silhouette before Gia steps out from behind the flag, wearing the exact same tight, skimpy maple lead bikini as Gina. Now that we know which is which for today, hopefully you don't forget it upon the sight of Gia groping her boobs like she's got a bone to pick with them.
Gia: I think my boobs got bigger.
Gina raises an eyebrow at that, closing her book and tossing it aside to look down at her twin's chest, assessing how small, tight and painful the bikini top looks to be. It's only then that she starts tugging at her own bikini top, which barely gives no matter how much she tugs on the straps.
Gina: Now that you mention it, I've noticed that mine seem about ready to shred this top too.
Gia: It can't be because of any enhancements. We're confirmed all natural from top to bottom and anyone who thinks otherwise clearly hasn't seen a real woman before in their life.
Gina: How crazy would it be to believe that maybe our boobs could get bigger with each win we rack up?
The twins just laugh to themselves at the absurd thought. It's probably obvious by now that they've intentionally put on bikini tops that were way too small for them on purpose, but they can't help but run with this bit all the way to the finish line.
Gia: Well if that's true, then I think we're going to need something a little bigger to hold our growing girls.
Gina: Something sturdy, worthy of covering our chests.
Gia: Maybe something made of gold and leather?
Gina: Then I guess we won't need these poor things anymore.
With stereo deep breaths and intentional flexing, Gia & Gina proceed to literally burst right out of their bikini tops, the broken garment falling to the floor. If you were quick enough or are very good at pausing at just the right time, maybe there's a slim chance you could catch that fabled nip slip, but SCW's censors are clearly on the ball as the twins' now bare chests are immediately covered in pixellation. They can't resist draping their arms over each other's shoulders as they give “innocent” grins to the camera.
Gia: What do you guys think? Would championship belts make for the perfect bras to cover these bad girls up?
Gina: Even if you say no, it doesn't matter, because that's exactly what we're going to do once we walk out of Apocalypse as your new tag team champions.
Gia: Of course, the big bad Shinigami Foundation have a problem with that.
Gina: Seems to us like they've got a real problem with us not being “real wrestlers” and making a “mockery” out of a sport they say they care so much for. Never mind the hypocrisy of playing gatekeeper and sucking up to another duo they've admitted is the only team better than them.
Gia: You mean despite us beating them once before? Or every single loss they've racked up to other supposed lesser teams like Hollywood or... didn't they get embarrassed by a bunch of supposed magical girls at one point too?
Gina: Seems like you boys are overcompensating for quite a lot these days, aren't you? Granted, if I thought I was god's gift to wrestling and I lost to someone I was so convinced was beneath me... well, I'd feel pretty embarrassed too. But this time is going to be different! After all, you two are so offended by our presence in SCW that you're up in arms about this match even being for those precious titles you've barely had for a few weeks now. You've got such a problem with how we beat you, how we carry ourselves, that the mere thought of those titles ending up around our sexy waists has Alex and Wil about ready to have an aneurysm.
Gia: Do we really offend your sensitive wrestling brains that much boys?
Gia leans in, winking to the camera with a devilish little smirk.
Gia: Good, because that's exactly what we were hoping for. Face the facts boys: we're proud of what we've got and how we carry ourselves, and if all the wrestling purists are having meltdowns about the fact that we're one win away from calling ourselves champions, then we've played our part to perfection. How does it feel boys, knowing we're living rent free in those empty spaces you call heads and making you sweat over the thought of literally losing those titles to the sexiest circus clowns you've ever seen strut across a tightrope?
Gina: Granted, we usually end up in a lot of people's heads anyway, but it's nice to know how desperate you two are that you're hyping yourselves up so much thinking it's going to intimidate us. After all, how could we possible beat a pair of technical gods when we're not even close to real wrestlers?
The twins glance at one another before rolling their eyes, their censored breasts jostling against one another for a moment if you need something to distract yourself from the truth that's about to be spoken.
Gia: When Gina said you guys were overcompensating, you weren't kidding. I mean, you've over here bitching and moaning about how we supposedly cheated to beat you before Rise To Glimmer, embarrassing you right before your precious title opportunity, but what do you call how you won those titles, hm? Does somebody running out and distracting the champions so you can roll them up for the three count not qualify as cheating anymore?
Gina: Well, if that's the case, then I guess we haven't been cheating this whole time after all, no matter how much these idiots want to play that “rules for thee but not for me” crap. I mean, people can't help if they get distracted and someone takes advantage, right? We just happen to be very good at creating those situations and using them to our benefit. But, I suppose we could stand to learn a thing or two from a pair of wrestling purists who clearly won those titles through pure skill alone and not some convenient distraction.
Gia: Alex, Wil, we don't want you two to worry your empty little heads trying to understand the hypocrisy of your claims. Gina and I will be more than happy to teach you a thing or two ourselves come Apocalypse right here in good ol' Toronto, Canada.
Gina: Namely, that we're smarter than you, we aren't quite as easy for you to pin down no matter how “godly” your technical skills may be, and there isn't a thing you can do to stop us from earning an even bigger pay day once we walk out of Toronto as your brand new tag team champions.
Gia: Don't worry, though... when the two of you find your balls after we're done humiliating you and your so-called Foundation again, we'll be keeping those belts nice and snug right by our hearts.
Gia pats her pixellated breast with a grin before she and Gina laugh, each giving us a sultry wink before they begin to strut away. We can't help but follow their swaying hips and perfect asses for a moment before pulling our gaze away to pan down to the broken remnants of their too-small bras, perhaps as one last chance to picture how good the twins would look wearing the tag team championship belts like actual bras before they make that dream a reality come Sunday night.