01-07-2026, 04:41 PM
For a moment, all was silent.
Gia's eyes were wide... but there was no bullet wound to be found on her flawless body.
Gina's eyes were also wide, panic fading from her face as she had tried valiantly to thrash free of the goon restraining her the moment she saw the gun point towards her sister.
All of Antonio's henchmen were staring in shock, a feeling of dread settling over them over whatever was going to happen next.
Antonio's jaw was on the ground... but slowly, it was closing, and if he was angry before, now his fury could rival that of an erupting volcano.
At some point before the trigger was pulled, Angel had realized the gun was no longer pressed against his temple, but instead aimed at one of the twins. Now, he didn't know exactly what Antonio was certain they had stolen, but if there was any truth to it and he was being blamed for somehow being involved (which he wasn't), then whatever was missing might have to do with him.
Either way, that was his burden to bear, not Gia or Gina's.
At the last possible moment, Angel had managed to rise just enough that he had thrown himself at Antonio, slamming into him with enough force that Antonio's shot had gone wide, the bullet intended for Gia (or Gina, Angel honestly couldn't tell which at this point, nor did it matter) instead shattering the glass of a lamppost sitting just outside the lot where Cirque du Sins had set up shop this evening.
As Antonio stared down at Angel, something else had registered to him as well: his gun had echoed loudly in the night. He normally had a silencer equipped to it for this very reason, not wanting to draw attention when he knew he needed to “take out the trash” and couldn't have a 100% private area to do the deed in. As he looked down at his gun, he noticed the silencer was missing. As his glare shifted back down to Angel, he saw the missing piece of his weapon tucked into the bra Angel was wearing as part of his drag queen getup this evening.
Antonio: How... how did you...? How dare you...
Somehow, with a bit of mouth work that actually had Gia & Gina impressed, Angel managed to spit out the ball gag meant to silence him, sneering up at his boss.
Angel: Leave them alone, dickhead. You can break me, abuse me, have your way with me until I'm nothing more than a withered husk... but these two sluts have done nothing but jump through every hoop you've made this whole circus jump through to stay afloat with you looming over it, and that ain't worth killing 'em over.
Antonio grit his teeth so hard the twins thought they were going to break from the pressure, but their disgust became immediately apparent when the kingpin's first response to Angel's defiant outburst was to backhand him with the revolver, leaving a nasty bruise on his cheek. He grabbed Angel by his bra and violently yanked him up, the lanky man's feet actually leaving the ground as he was put nose-to-nose with the unhinged loan shark.
Antonio: YOU do not get to tell ME how to do MY job, you ungrateful little bitch! You are MY property! You belong to ME!
Antonio looked like he wanted to continue his rant, but the sound of groaning diverted his attention. His head snapped over, eyes going wide beneath his literal rose-tinted glasses, as Gia & Gina had swung their legs back and gone low to free themselves from the goons restraining them. The one who had searched through their trailer charged them, but Gina cupped her hands to give Gia a boost to backflip into a nasty-looking poisonrana that spiked the guy's head into the ground, knocking him out cold.
Gina: You really need to shut up Antonio, because all that “property” talk is making us want to puke.
Gia: Angel isn't a thing, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to be treated-
The click of Antonio's revolver cut Gia off as the unhinged crime lord aimed it at her once more, that sickening grin of pure arrogance plastered to his face again.
Antonio: I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth of yours chica, before you see what happens when it deepthroats my-
Lucian: What the bloody fucking hell is going on ouuuuuu-aaayyy Antonio! What the fuck are you doing here? And what's all this mess about?
Antonio's attention was diverted once more, but this time he couldn't keep his grin. His silencer having been removed from his gun at some point he still couldn't figure out had brought with it a consequence he hadn't thought about in the haze of his adrenaline and rage over Angel's defiance and the twins continuing to try and stand up to him. Lucian's little circus show/New Year's Eve party had apparently come to a screeching halt, because not only was the ringmaster now standing not that far away from the commotion just outside the Glimmers' trailer, but all the other performers and most of the guests who'd paid to be a part of these festivities were now crowding around them.
Before Antonio even had a chance to try and think of any possibility to talk his way out of what certainly looked like him aiming to kill Lucian's star sluts, the sound of police sirens began wailing through the night, and they sure as hell sounded like they were growing louder and closer by the minute. His eyes quickly flicked between Lucian and the crowd to Angel in his grip to Gia & Gina, trembling in fear they were struggling to hide but standing defiant even still.
Antonio: This isn't over, perras. And you, Angel... oooohohoho, you are going to realize how badly you fucked up tonight, I can promise you that.
Antonio threw Angel towards the twins, who, to his surprise, caught him as they continued glaring up at Antonio. His eyes briefly surveyed his downed men, recovering but not fast enough for his liking, before he holstered his revolver and took off. Gia & Gina had to reluctantly admit that the loan shark's impressive physique wasn't just for show, as he was long gone by the time the police cars began rolling up. It was just as likely that the cops were hindered by holiday traffic since they certainly had to navigate around the nearby Times Square partying on national television, but they still begrudgingly gave Antonio his proverbial flowers nonetheless, if only to keep in mind exactly how much more dangerous he truly was, and they'd already thought he was dangerously terrifying as all hell before.
It took a little bit for the police to cuff the henchmen Antonio had left behind and gather statements from the Glimmers and Angel, as Lucian and anybody else could only share that they were witness to the end of the conflict, but surprisingly there was still enough time before the clock would strike midnight and ring in the new year for the party to end the way Lucian had planned it to.
Though, he did surprise the twins anyway.
Lucian: Look mates, I can't begin to imagine what you two just went through, and I'll reiterate you've got a lot of balls trying to stand up to Antonio. But despite how I want to close out tonight, if you two don't feel up to it after all that, I won't force you, yeah?
Gia & Gina were stunned, to say the least, but it did reaffirm that for as much of a sleazebag as Lucian could be, he did genuinely care about his performers and not just because of their sex appeal giving him eye candy. Wanting the distraction and knowing it was probably going to be the last bit of circus fun they had for a while before embracing the chaos of Fatal Fortunes abroad, the Glimmers told Lucian the show was going to go on.
Though, they did plan a little alteration to it as they approached Angel, who had since been freed from his handcuffs and tended to by EMTs for the bruise.
Angel: If you ladies are coming over to thank me, save it. You shouldn't have even been involved in the first place.
Gia: That doesn't make what Antonio does to you right, and you know it.
Angel: I don't even know why you guys care so much. I get trying to fuck with Antonio, which is an incredibly stupid move I know I'm going to pay for eventually, but I'm... just not worth it.
Angel lowered his head in shame, ready for this conversation to end right there, but the twins clearly weren't having it as they sat on either side of him.
Gina: Hey... nobody thinks we're worth it either. Whether it's SCW or outside this circus, they see us and instantly assume we're worthless just because we love showing off the goods.
Gia: Our bodies, our choices, and Gina and I mean it when we say we, and that includes you Angel, have a choice in how we want to live our lives.
Gina: And that's why we want you to join us for the climax of all climaxes to end 2025.
Gia: Only if you want to... but we think you could use the distraction, just like we could, Anthony.
Angel's head snapped up at that, realization dawning on him that maybe Antonio wasn't lost in some sort of delusional rage as an excuse to try and off the Glimmers out of sheer pettiness after all tonight. Clearly, they knew something, probably far more than he ever wanted anyone to know about him... but the fact they weren't judging him for it and still wanted to try and help, even at the risk of their own lives?
Angel: Holy shit... maybe I underestimated you bitches after all.
Gina: We get that a lot... just ask a certain snow bitch in SCW what she thinks about us even after we eventually embarrass her again.
Angel: Well, I think the only right way to repay you ladies at this point would be to join you, because whatever Lucian's cooked up sounds pretty damn hot, not gonna lie. So, what do you ladies say to going balls deep into 2026?
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh, and it wasn't long before things had calmed down enough and the party was in full swing again. Lucian's masterpiece, a gigantic phallus with massive balls that lowered for his take on the ball drop, was unveiled, the balls see-through so everyone could enjoy as Gia & Gina danced and stripped for their pleasure in one while Angel was mirroring them in the other, ultimately leading to midnight hitting as the balls finally touched the ground... and, of course, causing the giant phallus to shoot white foam like a cannon to drench everyone in a final farewell to 2025 and all the raunchy fun that Cirque du Sins had provided throughout the year.
Gia & Gina just hoped that, after everything Antonio just tried to pull and knowing their problems with him weren't going to just die heading into a new year, that they could make 2026 their bitch just as they did to 2025, starting with a chaotic event that felt almost tailor made for their antics.
The first thing we see is a ton of decorations for what looks like a new year's party, complete with 2026 banners and enough champagne to probably fill one of those inflatable kiddie pools. Wherever this room seems to be located, there's certainly a party atmosphere enveloping us... and yet, there doesn't seem to be anybody here. As we look around at all the decorations, our gaze is eventually drawn over to a fireplace, complete with a crackling fire for warmth, as a familiar figure steps in front of the warm glow. It's Gia Glimmer... or is it Gina? There's no possible way to tell unfortunately, but we can at least confirm it's one of the Glimmers as she stands before us in what's supposed to be a kimono, but it's definitely way too short as we see hints of whatever underwear she's got on peeking out from below, not to mention a bit of cleavage on display. As she grins and rubs her hands along the edges of the kimono over her chest, she's joined by her sister... who's just wearing a Canadian flag like it's a robe to cover whatever temptation she's hiding underneath. Whichever Glimmer this is also happens to be wearing a sultry smirk, just like her twin... until they notice that they're not matching.
Kimono-Wearing Glimmer: Gia, what the fuck? I thought we agreed we were going to wear skimpy kimonos because Fatal Fortunes is in Japan, a place that's probably never seen women as stacked and sexy as us?
Gia: I remember that idea being pitched, but I swore we agreed to put on a show that makes Canada Glimmer again and gives this maple leaf more relevance than it's probably had in a long time.
It seems like the twins are not only at an impasse, but have also given us a very easy way to tell them apart for a change... at least, until the tension vanishes and they laugh that haughty laugh they know grates on the nerves of most of the SCW roster. The Canadian flag and skimpy kimono are quickly discarded and tossed at us, briefly shielding the camera's view of the twins. By the time whoever's lucky enough to be filming this grants us sight again, we not only see Gia & Gina in completely identical attire as usual, but also finishing up some movement that implies they took advantage of our temporary blindness to shuffle themselves, making us once again wonder which twin is which as they flaunt their take on the “new year's baby” in the form of white thongs that blend so well with their pale skin we can see the pixellation flicker on and off as though whoever was tasked with censoring this isn't sure whether or not they're naked from the waist down or not. There is censorship going on upstairs though as both women are topless save for a simple “Happy New Year” sash, which does leave at least one breast fully exposed on both women. Rounding out their party attire are the tag title belts, still in their possession and proudly displayed around their waists.
Gia(?): On behalf of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia and SCW, we'd like to wish all of you a very happy new year.
Gina(?): And if you couldn't help yourselves, you're welcome for the help in starting your 2026 off right.
Gia(?): Of course, you can probably tell that my sis and I ended 2025 on quite the high note. Still undefeated, still tag team champions, and now the newest sinful spokeswomen for KABLAMia.
Gina(?): For our adoring sinners who can't get enough of our circus acts, though, don't worry. We're still the star attraction of Cirque du Sins, that's not changing anytime soon... and neither is the fact that nobody's been able to stop us in SCW.
Gia(?): Look, in the spirit of the holidays, we'll be nice and tell The Vision that they gave it their best shot. But I guess, your best, wasn't goooooood enough.
Gia (we're assuming at least, based on who was standing where prior to their disrobing) can't help but sing that last line, swaying her hips to a melody that only she can hear as she slowly turns around to put that incredible peach of hers on display, knowing the SCW fans have probably been begging to see it. Gina (also assuming) just roll her eyes at her twin's antics and playfully smacks her ass, giving us an enticing jiggle.
Gina(?): It honestly doesn't surprise me that those losers would fall back to their tired old shtick and claim they lost because it was “fate” and call us out in hopes that SCW's next event plays into that enough to give them another shot at us.
Gia(?): Hey, if they want to get embarrassed again, I'm all for it, but they should really just accept that they're not us and let someone else have fun with us in that ring. I'd like to refer to the newly married odd couple of Xander and Selena, my condolences to Deanna on giving up her wife like that without a fight, but apparently the culmination of all our fun and games at their expense to cement our status as SCW's newest and greatest stars is going to have to wait just a little longer.
Gina(?): I give Selena two sentences when she opens her mouth before she's bitching and moaning about how SCW is screwing her over yet again. Listen Frosty, you really need to learn how to loosen up and have some fun. That's how things between you and your wife get dull in the bedroom and cause problems, and that's exactly why you make it so easy to mess with you, especially since we'll always be one step ahead every single time.
Gia(?): Thankfully, SCW seems to have just the fun little idea to help you see things from our perspective for a change.
The twins exchange grins before they lean in, full cleavage on display as they wink and blow kisses to us before the big reveal.
Glimmer Sisters: Fatal Fortunes!
Gina(?): Honestly, this might be the best thing SCW's cooked up since Derek and KABLAMia. Just picture it: two weeks of shows where literally anything can happen. Who's wrestling who, what stipulations are in play, whether or not gold it up for grabs... all of it is decided at pure random. Chaos at its finest.
Gia(?): Now, some of you out there might think such an idea would actually be to our detriment. After all, we've made it no secret that we're schemers who always have a plan for every situation, something everyone who's fallen before us has learned the hard way. If you've been paying attention though, then you'd know our plans always include our own little brand of controlled chaos that no one's been able to figure out yet, and that sure as hell ain't starting in either Japan or Canada.
Gina(?): The only thing you know for sure is that we have to notch another successful defense of these titles around our lovely waists. You don't know the who or the what, nor do you know what other situations you may see us in. For all you know, the two of us could be adding even more gold to decorate ourselves with by the time all is set and done.
Gia(?): When you put it like that sis, it sounds like a nightmare that would give Selena and Xander heart attacks. Pretty sure they've been around long enough where that's got to become a concern here soon.
Gina(?): But it also sounds like a wet dream come true for all those fans, getting to see more of us making the most of Breakdown airtime, perhaps even testing the advertisers if the luck of the draw dictates we need to hit the ring before the watershed hour. Maybe there could even be a little match idea or two in there where you know the two of us could have all the fun you'd all dream of seeing.
Gia(?): What can we say? We're fatal, we're fortunate, and we're here to make all your fantasies come true. A little something for the roster to keep in mind... just in case, beyond defending our titles, any of you find yourselves on our side in the spotlight.
Gina(?): Make no mistake though, the Glimmer Sisters are coming out of Fatal Fortunes the next two weeks the same way we're strutting these sexy asses in: still your bloody tag team champions of the whole fucking world, as our ringmaster loves introducing us as, and still the unbeatable bitches none of you can figure out.
Gia(?): But hey, don't feel bad. Even if you know you're gonna come out a loser when you play this roulette with us, we promise we'll make it worth your while all the same.
Gia & Gina just grin, knowing their words are going to really get under the skin of quite a few people, but as always, they don't care. With one last wink to really punctuate the statement, they pull back and move away from the camera, deciding to officially celebrate the beginning of a new year in similar fashion to how they celebrated their tag title defense back in KABLAMia not that long ago: by popping some champagne to enjoy, even if a good amount of it ends up on their bodies instead of in their mouths, leaving us with quite the steamy sight before the footage abruptly cuts to black here, likely SCW's doing out of fear of where this could potentially go next.
Gia's eyes were wide... but there was no bullet wound to be found on her flawless body.
Gina's eyes were also wide, panic fading from her face as she had tried valiantly to thrash free of the goon restraining her the moment she saw the gun point towards her sister.
All of Antonio's henchmen were staring in shock, a feeling of dread settling over them over whatever was going to happen next.
Antonio's jaw was on the ground... but slowly, it was closing, and if he was angry before, now his fury could rival that of an erupting volcano.
At some point before the trigger was pulled, Angel had realized the gun was no longer pressed against his temple, but instead aimed at one of the twins. Now, he didn't know exactly what Antonio was certain they had stolen, but if there was any truth to it and he was being blamed for somehow being involved (which he wasn't), then whatever was missing might have to do with him.
Either way, that was his burden to bear, not Gia or Gina's.
At the last possible moment, Angel had managed to rise just enough that he had thrown himself at Antonio, slamming into him with enough force that Antonio's shot had gone wide, the bullet intended for Gia (or Gina, Angel honestly couldn't tell which at this point, nor did it matter) instead shattering the glass of a lamppost sitting just outside the lot where Cirque du Sins had set up shop this evening.
As Antonio stared down at Angel, something else had registered to him as well: his gun had echoed loudly in the night. He normally had a silencer equipped to it for this very reason, not wanting to draw attention when he knew he needed to “take out the trash” and couldn't have a 100% private area to do the deed in. As he looked down at his gun, he noticed the silencer was missing. As his glare shifted back down to Angel, he saw the missing piece of his weapon tucked into the bra Angel was wearing as part of his drag queen getup this evening.
Antonio: How... how did you...? How dare you...
Somehow, with a bit of mouth work that actually had Gia & Gina impressed, Angel managed to spit out the ball gag meant to silence him, sneering up at his boss.
Angel: Leave them alone, dickhead. You can break me, abuse me, have your way with me until I'm nothing more than a withered husk... but these two sluts have done nothing but jump through every hoop you've made this whole circus jump through to stay afloat with you looming over it, and that ain't worth killing 'em over.
Antonio grit his teeth so hard the twins thought they were going to break from the pressure, but their disgust became immediately apparent when the kingpin's first response to Angel's defiant outburst was to backhand him with the revolver, leaving a nasty bruise on his cheek. He grabbed Angel by his bra and violently yanked him up, the lanky man's feet actually leaving the ground as he was put nose-to-nose with the unhinged loan shark.
Antonio: YOU do not get to tell ME how to do MY job, you ungrateful little bitch! You are MY property! You belong to ME!
Antonio looked like he wanted to continue his rant, but the sound of groaning diverted his attention. His head snapped over, eyes going wide beneath his literal rose-tinted glasses, as Gia & Gina had swung their legs back and gone low to free themselves from the goons restraining them. The one who had searched through their trailer charged them, but Gina cupped her hands to give Gia a boost to backflip into a nasty-looking poisonrana that spiked the guy's head into the ground, knocking him out cold.
Gina: You really need to shut up Antonio, because all that “property” talk is making us want to puke.
Gia: Angel isn't a thing, and he sure as hell doesn't deserve to be treated-
The click of Antonio's revolver cut Gia off as the unhinged crime lord aimed it at her once more, that sickening grin of pure arrogance plastered to his face again.
Antonio: I suggest you shut that pretty little mouth of yours chica, before you see what happens when it deepthroats my-
Lucian: What the bloody fucking hell is going on ouuuuuu-aaayyy Antonio! What the fuck are you doing here? And what's all this mess about?
Antonio's attention was diverted once more, but this time he couldn't keep his grin. His silencer having been removed from his gun at some point he still couldn't figure out had brought with it a consequence he hadn't thought about in the haze of his adrenaline and rage over Angel's defiance and the twins continuing to try and stand up to him. Lucian's little circus show/New Year's Eve party had apparently come to a screeching halt, because not only was the ringmaster now standing not that far away from the commotion just outside the Glimmers' trailer, but all the other performers and most of the guests who'd paid to be a part of these festivities were now crowding around them.
Before Antonio even had a chance to try and think of any possibility to talk his way out of what certainly looked like him aiming to kill Lucian's star sluts, the sound of police sirens began wailing through the night, and they sure as hell sounded like they were growing louder and closer by the minute. His eyes quickly flicked between Lucian and the crowd to Angel in his grip to Gia & Gina, trembling in fear they were struggling to hide but standing defiant even still.
Antonio: This isn't over, perras. And you, Angel... oooohohoho, you are going to realize how badly you fucked up tonight, I can promise you that.
Antonio threw Angel towards the twins, who, to his surprise, caught him as they continued glaring up at Antonio. His eyes briefly surveyed his downed men, recovering but not fast enough for his liking, before he holstered his revolver and took off. Gia & Gina had to reluctantly admit that the loan shark's impressive physique wasn't just for show, as he was long gone by the time the police cars began rolling up. It was just as likely that the cops were hindered by holiday traffic since they certainly had to navigate around the nearby Times Square partying on national television, but they still begrudgingly gave Antonio his proverbial flowers nonetheless, if only to keep in mind exactly how much more dangerous he truly was, and they'd already thought he was dangerously terrifying as all hell before.
It took a little bit for the police to cuff the henchmen Antonio had left behind and gather statements from the Glimmers and Angel, as Lucian and anybody else could only share that they were witness to the end of the conflict, but surprisingly there was still enough time before the clock would strike midnight and ring in the new year for the party to end the way Lucian had planned it to.
Though, he did surprise the twins anyway.
Lucian: Look mates, I can't begin to imagine what you two just went through, and I'll reiterate you've got a lot of balls trying to stand up to Antonio. But despite how I want to close out tonight, if you two don't feel up to it after all that, I won't force you, yeah?
Gia & Gina were stunned, to say the least, but it did reaffirm that for as much of a sleazebag as Lucian could be, he did genuinely care about his performers and not just because of their sex appeal giving him eye candy. Wanting the distraction and knowing it was probably going to be the last bit of circus fun they had for a while before embracing the chaos of Fatal Fortunes abroad, the Glimmers told Lucian the show was going to go on.
Though, they did plan a little alteration to it as they approached Angel, who had since been freed from his handcuffs and tended to by EMTs for the bruise.
Angel: If you ladies are coming over to thank me, save it. You shouldn't have even been involved in the first place.
Gia: That doesn't make what Antonio does to you right, and you know it.
Angel: I don't even know why you guys care so much. I get trying to fuck with Antonio, which is an incredibly stupid move I know I'm going to pay for eventually, but I'm... just not worth it.
Angel lowered his head in shame, ready for this conversation to end right there, but the twins clearly weren't having it as they sat on either side of him.
Gina: Hey... nobody thinks we're worth it either. Whether it's SCW or outside this circus, they see us and instantly assume we're worthless just because we love showing off the goods.
Gia: Our bodies, our choices, and Gina and I mean it when we say we, and that includes you Angel, have a choice in how we want to live our lives.
Gina: And that's why we want you to join us for the climax of all climaxes to end 2025.
Gia: Only if you want to... but we think you could use the distraction, just like we could, Anthony.
Angel's head snapped up at that, realization dawning on him that maybe Antonio wasn't lost in some sort of delusional rage as an excuse to try and off the Glimmers out of sheer pettiness after all tonight. Clearly, they knew something, probably far more than he ever wanted anyone to know about him... but the fact they weren't judging him for it and still wanted to try and help, even at the risk of their own lives?
Angel: Holy shit... maybe I underestimated you bitches after all.
Gina: We get that a lot... just ask a certain snow bitch in SCW what she thinks about us even after we eventually embarrass her again.
Angel: Well, I think the only right way to repay you ladies at this point would be to join you, because whatever Lucian's cooked up sounds pretty damn hot, not gonna lie. So, what do you ladies say to going balls deep into 2026?
The Glimmers couldn't help but laugh, and it wasn't long before things had calmed down enough and the party was in full swing again. Lucian's masterpiece, a gigantic phallus with massive balls that lowered for his take on the ball drop, was unveiled, the balls see-through so everyone could enjoy as Gia & Gina danced and stripped for their pleasure in one while Angel was mirroring them in the other, ultimately leading to midnight hitting as the balls finally touched the ground... and, of course, causing the giant phallus to shoot white foam like a cannon to drench everyone in a final farewell to 2025 and all the raunchy fun that Cirque du Sins had provided throughout the year.
Gia & Gina just hoped that, after everything Antonio just tried to pull and knowing their problems with him weren't going to just die heading into a new year, that they could make 2026 their bitch just as they did to 2025, starting with a chaotic event that felt almost tailor made for their antics.
*~*~*~*
The first thing we see is a ton of decorations for what looks like a new year's party, complete with 2026 banners and enough champagne to probably fill one of those inflatable kiddie pools. Wherever this room seems to be located, there's certainly a party atmosphere enveloping us... and yet, there doesn't seem to be anybody here. As we look around at all the decorations, our gaze is eventually drawn over to a fireplace, complete with a crackling fire for warmth, as a familiar figure steps in front of the warm glow. It's Gia Glimmer... or is it Gina? There's no possible way to tell unfortunately, but we can at least confirm it's one of the Glimmers as she stands before us in what's supposed to be a kimono, but it's definitely way too short as we see hints of whatever underwear she's got on peeking out from below, not to mention a bit of cleavage on display. As she grins and rubs her hands along the edges of the kimono over her chest, she's joined by her sister... who's just wearing a Canadian flag like it's a robe to cover whatever temptation she's hiding underneath. Whichever Glimmer this is also happens to be wearing a sultry smirk, just like her twin... until they notice that they're not matching.
Kimono-Wearing Glimmer: Gia, what the fuck? I thought we agreed we were going to wear skimpy kimonos because Fatal Fortunes is in Japan, a place that's probably never seen women as stacked and sexy as us?
Gia: I remember that idea being pitched, but I swore we agreed to put on a show that makes Canada Glimmer again and gives this maple leaf more relevance than it's probably had in a long time.
It seems like the twins are not only at an impasse, but have also given us a very easy way to tell them apart for a change... at least, until the tension vanishes and they laugh that haughty laugh they know grates on the nerves of most of the SCW roster. The Canadian flag and skimpy kimono are quickly discarded and tossed at us, briefly shielding the camera's view of the twins. By the time whoever's lucky enough to be filming this grants us sight again, we not only see Gia & Gina in completely identical attire as usual, but also finishing up some movement that implies they took advantage of our temporary blindness to shuffle themselves, making us once again wonder which twin is which as they flaunt their take on the “new year's baby” in the form of white thongs that blend so well with their pale skin we can see the pixellation flicker on and off as though whoever was tasked with censoring this isn't sure whether or not they're naked from the waist down or not. There is censorship going on upstairs though as both women are topless save for a simple “Happy New Year” sash, which does leave at least one breast fully exposed on both women. Rounding out their party attire are the tag title belts, still in their possession and proudly displayed around their waists.
Gia(?): On behalf of Cirque du Sins, KABLAMia and SCW, we'd like to wish all of you a very happy new year.
Gina(?): And if you couldn't help yourselves, you're welcome for the help in starting your 2026 off right.
Gia(?): Of course, you can probably tell that my sis and I ended 2025 on quite the high note. Still undefeated, still tag team champions, and now the newest sinful spokeswomen for KABLAMia.
Gina(?): For our adoring sinners who can't get enough of our circus acts, though, don't worry. We're still the star attraction of Cirque du Sins, that's not changing anytime soon... and neither is the fact that nobody's been able to stop us in SCW.
Gia(?): Look, in the spirit of the holidays, we'll be nice and tell The Vision that they gave it their best shot. But I guess, your best, wasn't goooooood enough.
Gia (we're assuming at least, based on who was standing where prior to their disrobing) can't help but sing that last line, swaying her hips to a melody that only she can hear as she slowly turns around to put that incredible peach of hers on display, knowing the SCW fans have probably been begging to see it. Gina (also assuming) just roll her eyes at her twin's antics and playfully smacks her ass, giving us an enticing jiggle.
Gina(?): It honestly doesn't surprise me that those losers would fall back to their tired old shtick and claim they lost because it was “fate” and call us out in hopes that SCW's next event plays into that enough to give them another shot at us.
Gia(?): Hey, if they want to get embarrassed again, I'm all for it, but they should really just accept that they're not us and let someone else have fun with us in that ring. I'd like to refer to the newly married odd couple of Xander and Selena, my condolences to Deanna on giving up her wife like that without a fight, but apparently the culmination of all our fun and games at their expense to cement our status as SCW's newest and greatest stars is going to have to wait just a little longer.
Gina(?): I give Selena two sentences when she opens her mouth before she's bitching and moaning about how SCW is screwing her over yet again. Listen Frosty, you really need to learn how to loosen up and have some fun. That's how things between you and your wife get dull in the bedroom and cause problems, and that's exactly why you make it so easy to mess with you, especially since we'll always be one step ahead every single time.
Gia(?): Thankfully, SCW seems to have just the fun little idea to help you see things from our perspective for a change.
The twins exchange grins before they lean in, full cleavage on display as they wink and blow kisses to us before the big reveal.
Glimmer Sisters: Fatal Fortunes!
Gina(?): Honestly, this might be the best thing SCW's cooked up since Derek and KABLAMia. Just picture it: two weeks of shows where literally anything can happen. Who's wrestling who, what stipulations are in play, whether or not gold it up for grabs... all of it is decided at pure random. Chaos at its finest.
Gia(?): Now, some of you out there might think such an idea would actually be to our detriment. After all, we've made it no secret that we're schemers who always have a plan for every situation, something everyone who's fallen before us has learned the hard way. If you've been paying attention though, then you'd know our plans always include our own little brand of controlled chaos that no one's been able to figure out yet, and that sure as hell ain't starting in either Japan or Canada.
Gina(?): The only thing you know for sure is that we have to notch another successful defense of these titles around our lovely waists. You don't know the who or the what, nor do you know what other situations you may see us in. For all you know, the two of us could be adding even more gold to decorate ourselves with by the time all is set and done.
Gia(?): When you put it like that sis, it sounds like a nightmare that would give Selena and Xander heart attacks. Pretty sure they've been around long enough where that's got to become a concern here soon.
Gina(?): But it also sounds like a wet dream come true for all those fans, getting to see more of us making the most of Breakdown airtime, perhaps even testing the advertisers if the luck of the draw dictates we need to hit the ring before the watershed hour. Maybe there could even be a little match idea or two in there where you know the two of us could have all the fun you'd all dream of seeing.
Gia(?): What can we say? We're fatal, we're fortunate, and we're here to make all your fantasies come true. A little something for the roster to keep in mind... just in case, beyond defending our titles, any of you find yourselves on our side in the spotlight.
Gina(?): Make no mistake though, the Glimmer Sisters are coming out of Fatal Fortunes the next two weeks the same way we're strutting these sexy asses in: still your bloody tag team champions of the whole fucking world, as our ringmaster loves introducing us as, and still the unbeatable bitches none of you can figure out.
Gia(?): But hey, don't feel bad. Even if you know you're gonna come out a loser when you play this roulette with us, we promise we'll make it worth your while all the same.
Gia & Gina just grin, knowing their words are going to really get under the skin of quite a few people, but as always, they don't care. With one last wink to really punctuate the statement, they pull back and move away from the camera, deciding to officially celebrate the beginning of a new year in similar fashion to how they celebrated their tag title defense back in KABLAMia not that long ago: by popping some champagne to enjoy, even if a good amount of it ends up on their bodies instead of in their mouths, leaving us with quite the steamy sight before the footage abruptly cuts to black here, likely SCW's doing out of fear of where this could potentially go next.