10-08-2025, 10:14 PM
It's hard to know if the scene we find ourselves in is surprising or not, given who we're here to see. One might expect what looks like a strip club to be the perfect place to go if you're looking for the Glimmer Sisters, despite everyone knowing their home is with an adult circus. If anything truly felt surreal about this place, though, it's the fact that it seems disturbingly empty. Nobody working the poles to entice people to waste their hard-earned money on a more sinful show, nobody tossing that money onto the stage or indulging in delights of both gluttony and lust at any of the tables. If anything, the only two people we see are the two women we were looking for anyway... well, we're here for one of them, at least. Unsurprisingly, one of the Glimmers has sauntered onto the stage, whipping her long black hair around and seductively smirking in our direction as she wears only one of the skimpiest black lace thongs you've ever seen in your life and one of the tag title belts as though it were a bra.
Surprisingly, however, the other Glimmer looks entirely different, marking the first time we've ever seen a visible difference between the twins in any capacity... through that still doesn't exactly clarify who's who for us right now. This Glimmer sits at a table in front of the stage where her twin has wasted no time in starting to dance around the pole and flaunt herself as though she had an audience, perhaps because we're assuming that role right now. The one before us, however, is dressed in a rather elegant suit complete with a blazer, skirt and thigh-high stockings. There's still the elements we would expect from either of the Glimmers: the skirt being scandalously short so her own thong or the hint of cheeks is hard to miss at certain angles, certain buttons undone to expose some cleavage, but being far more dressed than her twin is certainly not what we would've expected to see. She glances at her tag title belt displayed proudly on the table like a proper trophy, drinking whatever likely alcoholic concoction is over ice in her glass as she grins at us, knowing that we're struggling to focus on her while her sister is looking seductively sexy behind her.
Suit-Wearing Glimmer Sister: Not what you were expecting, is it?
She chuckles, even her laugh being teasing in a way that would get anybody hot and bothered. For now, we might assume this is Gina just because she seems to be the one focused on speaking to us and she was the one drawn for the tournament, but at this point even we're blindly guessing.
Gina(?): I won't lie, this isn't normally something we'd do. Clubs are so... boring compared to the sinful circus acts we normally do. There's more excitement and work for the money we earn for Cirque du Sins.
Gia(?): And even that doesn't compare to the big fat champion's bonus we've now got thanks to these babies.
Gia, or at least we assume, happily hangs with her legs wrapped tightly around the pole, shaking her breasts as we can assume she's referring to the title belt she's currently using as a bra, though for all we know she could actually be referring to her girls.
Gina(?): But... never let it be said that we're not one for making our partners happy, no matter how you want to interpret that. And when I got a little note from one James Evans saying he pictured something like this in a dream he had recently... well, how could we refuse?
Gia(?): You are a very important person right now Gina.
Gina(?): Thanks Gina.
Just when we finally think we've got the answer as to which sister is which, of course they have to keep playing with us, and the smirks on their lips show that they know full well what they're doing.
Gina(?): I'm sorry, did you think we were going to give away the answer to this little game of who's who that easily? If so, then you clearly don't know us. But that does raise some concerns, now doesn't it? Gina being in this tournament while Gia isn't... how do you stop us from playing our games and keeping you all guessing?
Gia(?): Spoiler alert: you can't. Those losers in the Shinigami Foundation found that out the hard way at Apocalypse, because for everything they tried to win this game, we proved that, as always, we're one step ahead.
Gina(?): It's sad, really. All that bragging and boasting about how big and bad they were, yet when the time came to put their money where their mouths were, they were only shooting blanks.
Gia(?): But we do seem to be getting pretty popular now, sis. I mean, the queen bitch herself is now huffing and puffing at our doorstep, thinking she's important enough to actually stop us.
Gina(?): Eh, let her waste her breath, sis. She started this by thinking she could just shove us around while she was going all psycho on her Apocalypse opponent... we just showed her that if you're going to push us, we'll push right back.
Gia(?): But she'll have to wait, because we've got bigger fish to fry right now.
Gina(?): True, and she can fume about being irrelevant until she melts for all I care. After all... we've got a trios party to attend.
Whichever Glimmer is playing the role of stripper (we're assuming Gia still) gleefully winks and giggles as she reaches behind herself and unclips the belt, pulling it away from her chest like she would any other bra. Immediately, her exposed breasts are pixellated, but she doesn't seem to mind the censorship as she bites down on the leather strap and lets the belt dangle from her mouth as she dances and spins around the pole, really putting whoever's having to keep her chest censored to the test. Gina (again, we're assuming) just takes a long drink of her alcohol, leaning back as she does so and pushing her own chest out, a few of the buttons that haven't been undone audibly straining by the sound of things as she stretches.
Gina(?): I hate to break it to you guys, but my twin and I know all about this tournament as well as the prize waiting at the end. I mean, we saw Amelia Nevado use her contract to challenge for the world title after all.
Gia(?): Shame she didn't win, sis. We could've thrown her and her wife the wildest all-champions afterparty ever!
Gina(?): But that does beg the question... what could a Glimmer Sister do with such a contract, hm? The possibilities are endless after all, and given how much we've already shown we've made a game out of pushing the envelope...
Gia(?): Let your imaginations run wild!
Gina(?): Good idea, sis. And while most of these teams are wondering how in the hell they could possibly come together just long enough to try and win this thing, we don't have to worry about it. Enigma's made it clear he wants that contract and he'll stop at nothing to get it, and we had a long conversation with James Evans to make it clear we're on the same page here. After all, I did say this was something he saw in a dream once... hoping we made your dreams come true, James.
Gia(?): And as for that red-headed cunt who's vowed that we're not going to win just because she both hates James and, conveniently because of who we were drawn against, gets to let herself bend over and prostrate herself for the Shinigami Foundation like the swinger slut she is? Yeah, we did our homework and happened to catch that little detail from your past Amy, but quick question: if you supposedly know some things that would make us reconsider this trios partnership, then why didn't you fill us in? Kind of hard to take you seriously if you think you have our best interests in mind when you're not willing to share information as easily as you're willing to share both your husband and your own body.
Gia (we're still assuming) audibly laughs as she twirls around the pole again while Gina (again, we're still assuming) simply swirls her drink in her glass.
Gina(?): See, despite the efforts of some old hags who are well past their prime and desperate to stand in our way, we know we've got this tournament on lock. After all... Enigma and James both have the experience, the violence, the destructive force that individually would scare anyone shitless. And then there's us... always thinking, always scheming, ready and willing to set up the big boys to do their thing while we do ours. You find yourself stuck playing the guessing game... is this really Gina I'm fighting? Did Gia sneak in and take her place? Was I fighting Gia all along?
Gia(?): And while you're trying to figure that out, our partners will be punching you in the mouth, knocking your teeth out, and bringing us all one step closer as a group to power that SCW should be afraid of seeing any of us wield.
Gina(?): Of course, you're already intimately familiar with what we're capable of, aren't you Wil? I mean, this did belong to you up until a few weeks ago when we proved, once again, that the Glimmer Sisters are always ten steps ahead of the Shinigami Foundation.
Whichever Glimmer Sister is wearing the suit reaches over and delicately runs her fingers over the details etched into the center plate, seemingly treating it with far more respect that her twin who's at least not dangling it from her mouth anymore, though how it's been strapped around her waist backwards so the center plate can rest over her ample ass.
Gina(?): I hate to tell you this Wil, but I'm going to anyway since I doubt it'll ever get through that thick skull of yours. The Shinigami Foundation, in any combination, will never beat the Glimmer Sisters. That's just a fact, and one we'll eventually get bored of proving over and over again.
Gia(?): You could have the whole gang watching your back for this one match, you could have Alex's back if he wins his own match and meets us in the next round, but you're still both gonna be eliminated from this tournament and left to stew in your own embarrassment because our confidence, like our bodies, are all natural.
Gina(?): Speaking of fake confidence, what do you think the betting odds are about Polly having a meltdown and attacking her partners after we win this match because she's once again proven to be nothing but a failure?
Gia(?): I'd bet the whole circus on that if we could, sis.
Gina(?): Look Polly, we're sure you're going to angrily tell us off and claim this or that, but we know a failure when we see one. There's nothing wrong with it, failures are what allow for the successful people like us to step up and keep thriving in this world, so you do have a purpose you should be proud of. But trust me when I say that acting like you're just as psycho as the Shinigami losers like trying to make themselves out to be? It's not a good look for you, babe.
Gia(?): If you're really that desperate for help to turn it all around, I doubt your current so-called friends are going to help. I mean, that chubby bitch is too worried about getting her ass kicked constantly like a masochist at the hands of our new friend Enigma, and the other two? Heh, it looks to me like playing psycho bitch drove them away, further proving my sister's point.
Gina(?): Tell you what, we'll be nice. After our team's done booting you from the tournament, my twin and I can see about getting you a front row seat to our next Cirque du Sins show. Maybe we can even “convince” our ringmaster to give you a special little experience we like to call the Lust Ticket. Getting to see what we can do when we're not wrestling might help you chill out, having a little one-on-two time with us afterwards might open you up to a whole new world...
Gia(?): We promise a life-changing experience you'll never forget, and we'd even be happy to help you embrace a whole new you! Not at the cost of our own trios team, of course, but we're where we are now because confidence is queen, and babe, we can help you gain all the confidence you could ever dream of and more.
Both twins lick their lips in temptation at the offer they've laid out, not only wondering if Polly would even consider taking it, but grinning in delight over how they keep referring to it as “their trios team,” almost as if they're daring anybody to finally stop the game no one's been able to win with the twins yet.
Gina(?): Of course, we all know who the real star of the show is on the other side. How could we not? I mean, people worship her as though she's the greatest world champion of all time, I'm pretty sure she found a way into the hall of fame or something, and her tits and ass are almost a match for ours.
Gia(?): Almost, sis. Let's not forget that ours are real and hers are definitely as fake as the rest of her.
Gina(?): I can almost hear Syren and her useless little manager crying now. How dare we reduce Syren down to nothing more than the plastic enhancements she paid for because she was that desperate to look like a bombshell and just wasn't blessed like we were? Sorry babe, but that's on you.
Gia(?): If you don't want people to drool, you shouldn't have spent money on the upgrades to flaunt in the first place.
Gina(?): Beyond that, people are making such a big deal about you. Plastic bombshell body aside, you're the big success story for the other team, the one they're all hoping will carry them to the finish line because you're Syren, it's what you're supposed to do because you're just that good. Hell, people were telling us that you're going to be the first real test we've had since arriving here.
Gia(?): Gee sis, that says an awful lot about SCW's so-called quality of talent if that's true.
Gina(?): Seriously. But we've already heard James tell us about how he's mauled you in the past, beaten you senseless... between that and the fact that you haven't done anything worthwhile in years, it's honestly a wonder why you're even still wasting your time. And no, your excuse of a forced winning streak doesn't mean shit to us because that's you failing to put your money where your mouth it, Syren.
Gia(?): I'd say you're only doing it just for the attention, but you keep stressing you hate people only caring about you looks, and I feel like I'm just going in circles at this point.
Gina(?): I mean, you are sis, but that's beside the point.
Gia (still assuming here) is, in fact, just slowly spinning in a circle around the pole at this point, but she just laughs over it as Gina (again, still guessing) downs the rest of her drink and stands up, grabbing her tag title and draping it proudly over her shoulder as her twin crawls over to kneel on the edge of the stage now, bending down just enough so her ass is peeking out from beneath the backwards title around her waist.
Gina(?): Call our team whatever you want... beauty and the beasts, brain and brawn, whatever helps lessen the inevitable sting of failure you're going to feel. Ultimately, you're just going to have to accept facts: this year's trios contracts belong to Enigma, James Evans...
Gia(?): And the Glimmer Sisters.
Gina(?): Argue the semantics all you want, but deep down, you three and every other team know you're at a disadvantage when you face us. Our team has all the tools to make the perfect force that no one in SCW can stop... but it'd be fun to see you try.
Gia(?): Just don't cry too hard when you see us get handed those contracts at the end. Don't blame us for being smarter than you... blame yourselves for just not being good enough to finally shut us up.
The twins lean closer, faces pressing together as they just grin both seductively and dangerously, daring anyone to refute their claims and prove them wrong as we leave them be, realizing only after we've cut to black that we never did figure out which Glimmer was which, and maybe that was the point all along.
Surprisingly, however, the other Glimmer looks entirely different, marking the first time we've ever seen a visible difference between the twins in any capacity... through that still doesn't exactly clarify who's who for us right now. This Glimmer sits at a table in front of the stage where her twin has wasted no time in starting to dance around the pole and flaunt herself as though she had an audience, perhaps because we're assuming that role right now. The one before us, however, is dressed in a rather elegant suit complete with a blazer, skirt and thigh-high stockings. There's still the elements we would expect from either of the Glimmers: the skirt being scandalously short so her own thong or the hint of cheeks is hard to miss at certain angles, certain buttons undone to expose some cleavage, but being far more dressed than her twin is certainly not what we would've expected to see. She glances at her tag title belt displayed proudly on the table like a proper trophy, drinking whatever likely alcoholic concoction is over ice in her glass as she grins at us, knowing that we're struggling to focus on her while her sister is looking seductively sexy behind her.
Suit-Wearing Glimmer Sister: Not what you were expecting, is it?
She chuckles, even her laugh being teasing in a way that would get anybody hot and bothered. For now, we might assume this is Gina just because she seems to be the one focused on speaking to us and she was the one drawn for the tournament, but at this point even we're blindly guessing.
Gina(?): I won't lie, this isn't normally something we'd do. Clubs are so... boring compared to the sinful circus acts we normally do. There's more excitement and work for the money we earn for Cirque du Sins.
Gia(?): And even that doesn't compare to the big fat champion's bonus we've now got thanks to these babies.
Gia, or at least we assume, happily hangs with her legs wrapped tightly around the pole, shaking her breasts as we can assume she's referring to the title belt she's currently using as a bra, though for all we know she could actually be referring to her girls.
Gina(?): But... never let it be said that we're not one for making our partners happy, no matter how you want to interpret that. And when I got a little note from one James Evans saying he pictured something like this in a dream he had recently... well, how could we refuse?
Gia(?): You are a very important person right now Gina.
Gina(?): Thanks Gina.
Just when we finally think we've got the answer as to which sister is which, of course they have to keep playing with us, and the smirks on their lips show that they know full well what they're doing.
Gina(?): I'm sorry, did you think we were going to give away the answer to this little game of who's who that easily? If so, then you clearly don't know us. But that does raise some concerns, now doesn't it? Gina being in this tournament while Gia isn't... how do you stop us from playing our games and keeping you all guessing?
Gia(?): Spoiler alert: you can't. Those losers in the Shinigami Foundation found that out the hard way at Apocalypse, because for everything they tried to win this game, we proved that, as always, we're one step ahead.
Gina(?): It's sad, really. All that bragging and boasting about how big and bad they were, yet when the time came to put their money where their mouths were, they were only shooting blanks.
Gia(?): But we do seem to be getting pretty popular now, sis. I mean, the queen bitch herself is now huffing and puffing at our doorstep, thinking she's important enough to actually stop us.
Gina(?): Eh, let her waste her breath, sis. She started this by thinking she could just shove us around while she was going all psycho on her Apocalypse opponent... we just showed her that if you're going to push us, we'll push right back.
Gia(?): But she'll have to wait, because we've got bigger fish to fry right now.
Gina(?): True, and she can fume about being irrelevant until she melts for all I care. After all... we've got a trios party to attend.
Whichever Glimmer is playing the role of stripper (we're assuming Gia still) gleefully winks and giggles as she reaches behind herself and unclips the belt, pulling it away from her chest like she would any other bra. Immediately, her exposed breasts are pixellated, but she doesn't seem to mind the censorship as she bites down on the leather strap and lets the belt dangle from her mouth as she dances and spins around the pole, really putting whoever's having to keep her chest censored to the test. Gina (again, we're assuming) just takes a long drink of her alcohol, leaning back as she does so and pushing her own chest out, a few of the buttons that haven't been undone audibly straining by the sound of things as she stretches.
Gina(?): I hate to break it to you guys, but my twin and I know all about this tournament as well as the prize waiting at the end. I mean, we saw Amelia Nevado use her contract to challenge for the world title after all.
Gia(?): Shame she didn't win, sis. We could've thrown her and her wife the wildest all-champions afterparty ever!
Gina(?): But that does beg the question... what could a Glimmer Sister do with such a contract, hm? The possibilities are endless after all, and given how much we've already shown we've made a game out of pushing the envelope...
Gia(?): Let your imaginations run wild!
Gina(?): Good idea, sis. And while most of these teams are wondering how in the hell they could possibly come together just long enough to try and win this thing, we don't have to worry about it. Enigma's made it clear he wants that contract and he'll stop at nothing to get it, and we had a long conversation with James Evans to make it clear we're on the same page here. After all, I did say this was something he saw in a dream once... hoping we made your dreams come true, James.
Gia(?): And as for that red-headed cunt who's vowed that we're not going to win just because she both hates James and, conveniently because of who we were drawn against, gets to let herself bend over and prostrate herself for the Shinigami Foundation like the swinger slut she is? Yeah, we did our homework and happened to catch that little detail from your past Amy, but quick question: if you supposedly know some things that would make us reconsider this trios partnership, then why didn't you fill us in? Kind of hard to take you seriously if you think you have our best interests in mind when you're not willing to share information as easily as you're willing to share both your husband and your own body.
Gia (we're still assuming) audibly laughs as she twirls around the pole again while Gina (again, we're still assuming) simply swirls her drink in her glass.
Gina(?): See, despite the efforts of some old hags who are well past their prime and desperate to stand in our way, we know we've got this tournament on lock. After all... Enigma and James both have the experience, the violence, the destructive force that individually would scare anyone shitless. And then there's us... always thinking, always scheming, ready and willing to set up the big boys to do their thing while we do ours. You find yourself stuck playing the guessing game... is this really Gina I'm fighting? Did Gia sneak in and take her place? Was I fighting Gia all along?
Gia(?): And while you're trying to figure that out, our partners will be punching you in the mouth, knocking your teeth out, and bringing us all one step closer as a group to power that SCW should be afraid of seeing any of us wield.
Gina(?): Of course, you're already intimately familiar with what we're capable of, aren't you Wil? I mean, this did belong to you up until a few weeks ago when we proved, once again, that the Glimmer Sisters are always ten steps ahead of the Shinigami Foundation.
Whichever Glimmer Sister is wearing the suit reaches over and delicately runs her fingers over the details etched into the center plate, seemingly treating it with far more respect that her twin who's at least not dangling it from her mouth anymore, though how it's been strapped around her waist backwards so the center plate can rest over her ample ass.
Gina(?): I hate to tell you this Wil, but I'm going to anyway since I doubt it'll ever get through that thick skull of yours. The Shinigami Foundation, in any combination, will never beat the Glimmer Sisters. That's just a fact, and one we'll eventually get bored of proving over and over again.
Gia(?): You could have the whole gang watching your back for this one match, you could have Alex's back if he wins his own match and meets us in the next round, but you're still both gonna be eliminated from this tournament and left to stew in your own embarrassment because our confidence, like our bodies, are all natural.
Gina(?): Speaking of fake confidence, what do you think the betting odds are about Polly having a meltdown and attacking her partners after we win this match because she's once again proven to be nothing but a failure?
Gia(?): I'd bet the whole circus on that if we could, sis.
Gina(?): Look Polly, we're sure you're going to angrily tell us off and claim this or that, but we know a failure when we see one. There's nothing wrong with it, failures are what allow for the successful people like us to step up and keep thriving in this world, so you do have a purpose you should be proud of. But trust me when I say that acting like you're just as psycho as the Shinigami losers like trying to make themselves out to be? It's not a good look for you, babe.
Gia(?): If you're really that desperate for help to turn it all around, I doubt your current so-called friends are going to help. I mean, that chubby bitch is too worried about getting her ass kicked constantly like a masochist at the hands of our new friend Enigma, and the other two? Heh, it looks to me like playing psycho bitch drove them away, further proving my sister's point.
Gina(?): Tell you what, we'll be nice. After our team's done booting you from the tournament, my twin and I can see about getting you a front row seat to our next Cirque du Sins show. Maybe we can even “convince” our ringmaster to give you a special little experience we like to call the Lust Ticket. Getting to see what we can do when we're not wrestling might help you chill out, having a little one-on-two time with us afterwards might open you up to a whole new world...
Gia(?): We promise a life-changing experience you'll never forget, and we'd even be happy to help you embrace a whole new you! Not at the cost of our own trios team, of course, but we're where we are now because confidence is queen, and babe, we can help you gain all the confidence you could ever dream of and more.
Both twins lick their lips in temptation at the offer they've laid out, not only wondering if Polly would even consider taking it, but grinning in delight over how they keep referring to it as “their trios team,” almost as if they're daring anybody to finally stop the game no one's been able to win with the twins yet.
Gina(?): Of course, we all know who the real star of the show is on the other side. How could we not? I mean, people worship her as though she's the greatest world champion of all time, I'm pretty sure she found a way into the hall of fame or something, and her tits and ass are almost a match for ours.
Gia(?): Almost, sis. Let's not forget that ours are real and hers are definitely as fake as the rest of her.
Gina(?): I can almost hear Syren and her useless little manager crying now. How dare we reduce Syren down to nothing more than the plastic enhancements she paid for because she was that desperate to look like a bombshell and just wasn't blessed like we were? Sorry babe, but that's on you.
Gia(?): If you don't want people to drool, you shouldn't have spent money on the upgrades to flaunt in the first place.
Gina(?): Beyond that, people are making such a big deal about you. Plastic bombshell body aside, you're the big success story for the other team, the one they're all hoping will carry them to the finish line because you're Syren, it's what you're supposed to do because you're just that good. Hell, people were telling us that you're going to be the first real test we've had since arriving here.
Gia(?): Gee sis, that says an awful lot about SCW's so-called quality of talent if that's true.
Gina(?): Seriously. But we've already heard James tell us about how he's mauled you in the past, beaten you senseless... between that and the fact that you haven't done anything worthwhile in years, it's honestly a wonder why you're even still wasting your time. And no, your excuse of a forced winning streak doesn't mean shit to us because that's you failing to put your money where your mouth it, Syren.
Gia(?): I'd say you're only doing it just for the attention, but you keep stressing you hate people only caring about you looks, and I feel like I'm just going in circles at this point.
Gina(?): I mean, you are sis, but that's beside the point.
Gia (still assuming here) is, in fact, just slowly spinning in a circle around the pole at this point, but she just laughs over it as Gina (again, still guessing) downs the rest of her drink and stands up, grabbing her tag title and draping it proudly over her shoulder as her twin crawls over to kneel on the edge of the stage now, bending down just enough so her ass is peeking out from beneath the backwards title around her waist.
Gina(?): Call our team whatever you want... beauty and the beasts, brain and brawn, whatever helps lessen the inevitable sting of failure you're going to feel. Ultimately, you're just going to have to accept facts: this year's trios contracts belong to Enigma, James Evans...
Gia(?): And the Glimmer Sisters.
Gina(?): Argue the semantics all you want, but deep down, you three and every other team know you're at a disadvantage when you face us. Our team has all the tools to make the perfect force that no one in SCW can stop... but it'd be fun to see you try.
Gia(?): Just don't cry too hard when you see us get handed those contracts at the end. Don't blame us for being smarter than you... blame yourselves for just not being good enough to finally shut us up.
The twins lean closer, faces pressing together as they just grin both seductively and dangerously, daring anyone to refute their claims and prove them wrong as we leave them be, realizing only after we've cut to black that we never did figure out which Glimmer was which, and maybe that was the point all along.