Yesterday, 09:54 PM
It probably shouldn't be a surprise to find ourselves in the midst of what looks like one of those old school spring break parties, the kind that almost blatantly advertised to its audience that it was the focal point of a Girls Gone Wild filming or one of MTV's big spring break broadcasts that always pushed the boundaries of what was considered 'acceptable' on TV. There's a massive stage with a huge crowd of wild spring break partiers all gathered in front of it, the occasional blur making it clear that some women in the crowd are either topless or happy to flash their goods once they realize they're on camera. In the bottom corner of our screen, there's even a little transparent logo for Cirque du Sins, the adult circus we know two particular SCW wrestlers also perform for. They aren't who we see first, though... instead, we see a man unfamiliar to SCW audiences unless they've also been attending Cirque du Sins shows on the side, and while he may look like a grossly overweight jester in a speedo that probably has you wanting to bleach your eyeballs, it's clear he fits right in along with the various other smaller stages and setups scattered about that have this particular beach party looking like it fused with the raunchiest carnival you've ever visited.
Lucian: Alright, how are all you sick freaks doing out there!?
The crowd can't help but roar, and whether it's because of the booze in their bloodstream of because of the talent this man does possess, he's got these spring breakers eating out of the palm of his hand.
Lucian: Allow me to introduce myself for all the bloody folks out there unfamiliar with our circus, and that includes those of you I know are watching because this time's dedicated to SCW matters, yeah? My name's Lucian Lurid, and I'm the bloody fucking ringmaster of the most sinful show you'll ever see in your otherwise worthless lives, Cirque du Sins! And it's my honor to introduce to all you blokes out there the crown jewels of my sexy, sinful, seductive little show, the bad bitches who will soon once again call themselves YOUR SCW bloody tag team champions of the whole fucking world... Gia & Gina, the GLIMMER SISTERS!
The people roar even louder as Lucian literally bounces out of the way like an overweight slinky, the lights on the stage turning to an aquatic blue hue as we see a waterfall literally raining down from the rigging up above, creating a silhouette of a woman behind it flipping her hair and running her hands along her tantalizing curves. “Tongue Twister” begins playing, and it's not long before one of the Glimmer Sisters steps through the waterfall, grinning at how soaking wet she is as she sways her hips and dance-steps farther onto the stage, her body glistening in the sunlight as it doesn't take us long to realize she's wearing probably the skimpiest black thong bikini she can get away with for something being broadcast. She flaps her arms at her sides almost like she's flying, and as she does we see a second pair of arms flapping in the opposite motion appear from behind her, almost making her look like one of those multi-armed Hindu gods. After a few flaps she leans to one side as we see her twin suddenly appear from behind her and lean the opposite way, perfectly mirroring one another. They join hands and look as though they're about to break into a ballroom dance, but one first one we saw simply flips the other over her back, the stage lights changing to more vibrant pinks and yellows as this Glimmer doesn't even hesitate to pull her bikini top up and flash her boobs to the crowd, which only amplifies their cheering. She pulls her top back down as her sister smacks her ass, which leads to her returning the favor while exchanging amused grins before we see Lucian pop in from the side of the stage and toss them both microphones they catch. As the cherry on top, the little transparent Cirque du Sins logo in the corner changes to a text graphic that reads “GLIMMERS GONE WILD.”
Gia(?): Panama City Beach, how the fuck are you all feeling on this fine ass day!?
The cheers from the rowdy partiers only grows louder as Gia (at least, we're assuming) can't resist that haughty laugh of hers.
Gina(?): Before we say what we need to say, let's play a little game... can you guys guess who's who?
We hear Gia & Gina's names being called repeatedly as guys and girls in their audience are pointing at each one of them, eagerly hoping they're right.
Gia: For those of you who said I'm Gia and she's Gina, you'd be right!
Gina: Lucky guesses, but we can't blame you guys at all. You're drunk, you're high, you're horny as hell, and there's really no easy way to tell us apart even if it weren't for that.
Gia: Still, it only feels right if we give our a prize for playing.
With that, Gia & Gina pull the sides of their thongs away from their hips, snapping them back into place with audible thuds echoing over the microphones as their thongs become temporary holsters for them. This frees up their hands to happily and eagerly untie their bikini tops and pull them away, swinging them above their heads as the familiar pixellation blurs their naked breasts and makes you wish you were able to be at this huge party live to see the goods for yourself. They throw their bikini tops into the crowd, laughing as several people literally start fighting over them as they retrieve their microphones.
Gina: Play nice now, guys. There's plenty of Glimmer goodness to go around.
Gia: Play nice? Gina, you aren't turning into Selena Frost, are you?
That gets a very overwhelming wave of boos from the crowd.
Gina: Please, sis. I don't think I'm god's gift to wrestling and therefore should be the one and only world champion for life because no one, not even the few friends she has left, is good enough to even share the ring with me. I mean, did you see the way she talked down to those Hollywood boys about not belonging in the same ring as her?
Gia: I know, right? It's like she hasn't cared enough to pay attention to SCW's tag division and just assumes she's so high and mighty that she calls all the shots... pretty sure that's what CHBK and Franky D. are for, by the way. Of course, we also act like we're so much better than every other tag team in SCW...
Gina: And we are, which makes it all the more insulting that two so-called legends are afraid to party with us and chose a safer option to go out on this Breakdown because they don't seem to recognize who's truly the best team around here anymore.
Gia: At least we prove it by embarrassing everyone who meets us in that ring and making a show out of it. Much more entertaining than just throwing a fit and clocking people with title belts to get DQ'd, huh Selena?
Crowd: Oooooooooo!
Gia & Gina just chuckle to themselves at the response.
Gina: Now Chris, Ryan... we're not sure if you boys are watching this. The last two times we beat your asses made it clear that we may be a little too much sizzle for the two of you to handle.
Gia: Not to mention a little too much steak. I mean, look at all this juicy prime cut meat right here!
Gina grins as she sways her hips while turning around before bending over to give the rowdy crowd a great view of her ass, her juicy cheeks swallowing the poor thong alive. Gia can't resist the urge to slap her twin's ass, creating a very enticing jiggle before Gina turns back around.
Gina: Still, we do have to acknowledge that you boys do technically have something we don't now, and that's a win over Selena & Xander.
Gia: Yeah, it was by DQ, and yeah, you didn't win the titles, but it's still something you have that we don't, so feel proud of that.
Gina: Really, we have to thank the two of you. If it wasn't for your efforts, we wouldn't have learned just how desperate Selena truly is to cling to whatever relevance she has left to keep her living in Delulu Land. That's why we think it's only fair that we went to both CHBK and Frank-
Gia: Just to show we don't play favorites between the two men Selena's more worried about than her own wife.
Gina: -and made the very simple request that the titles be allowed to change hands if she tries that again at Retribution. I mean, we deserve our rematch just as much as any other team, and we don't deserve to have it tainted because half of the opposing team just doesn't want to play ball anymore.
Gia: But we can definitely see how you Hollywood boys might feel like you deserve another shot, and that's just as fair. Or... maybe our good friend and fellow KABLAMian sister Destiny had to help you both realize that. Either way, we're happy to offer you a consolation prize: the chance to party with us in the ring for a spring break Breakdown!
The crowd of spring breakers can't resist cheering for that, and the cheering only grows louder as the Glimmer Sisters do a little bit of titty shaking to further hype them up. It's hard to appreciate it because of all the censorship, but this should hopefully be enticing evidence that you really need to be buying the tickets and attending live for the full experience, proof that the Glimmers are very good for business after all.
Gina: We get it, maybe you're not as excited since we're not the champions anymore.
Gia: Yet.
Gina: But you both have been in the ring with us twice before, you know how we do things and you know you're going to be in for the ride of your lives this week.
Gia: But we hope that, just like the last two times, you won't take it personal when we beat you both once again and complete the trifecta. We haven't gotten to stretch our legs and really show our stuff between those ropes since A Taste of Things to Come, and I don't know about you sis, but that just doesn't sound right to me.
Gina: It's not just that we've beaten you boys before, either. The fact of the matter is... we're hungry. Starving. We know, deep down, that Selena & Xander's win over us was a fluke, and we're hellbent on getting back what should've never left these slender, sexy waists of ours in the first place. That alone is all the reason you need to understand that there's no way in hell we're losing this match come Breakdown.
Gia: Never mind the fact that it's spring break, bitches, and we feel right at home!
The twins just grin and laugh again as the crowd keeps hyping them up.
Crowd: Glimmers! Glimmers! Glimmers!
Gia: You guys and girls are too kind... we'll remember that for later.
Gia smirks and winks to the crowd, drawing a reaction of its own.
Gina: Just like we'll remember the efforts you made, Hollywood, in trying to prove you deserved to be champions. You may get your asses handed to you this week, but when we win back our titles at Retribution, we might be nice enough to give you a fair rematch you deserve so you can once again experience that all that Glimmers truly is gold.
Gia: Lord knows that lucha cunt doesn't seem like she's cashing in her tag title shot anytime soon, not while she's having her own relationship problems that feels like Selena & Xander but watered down and no different than every other dreary ass daytime soap opera that's ever existed.
Gina: To our KABLAMian sister... don't worry, Destiny. We won't hurt Chris and Ryan too bad, but we're definitely going to leave them reeling once we're through. But, think on the bright side... we'll be nice enough to keep them out of your hair so you and that Wendell guy can have some “alone time” together, and he can definitely help take your mind off of Hollywood's latest flop.
Gia: We can help you pick out a truly sexy bikini if you'd like so you can show Wendell that it's alright to give in to his urges and that you don't bite... or maybe you do, and maybe he's into that. Who knows?
Gina: One thing's for sure... the Glimmer Sisters do not stay down for long, and we plan on making this a Breakdown that no one will ever forget.
Gia: And once we're done partying it up like it's the MTV era of spring break and leaving Hollywood on the cutting room floor one more time... Selena, Xander, you're next.
Gina: And you better believe we're going to party even harder after we're done kicking your asses and taking back what's rightfully ours.
At that, Gia and Gina drop their mics, the roar of the crowd energizing them. They offer their adoring fans one last titty shake before they turn and start to go, only to stop and offer one last sexy show as they really invoke the spirit of Girls Gone Wild, hips swaying and dancing as they slowly pull their thongs down and step out of them, the censors firing off once more as they stand butt naked on the beach in front of a wild crowd of partiers. They glance back with those sinful, seductive grins, as if enticing us watching at home while egging on a certain snow bitch just that little bit more before the feed abruptly cuts.
Lucian: Alright, how are all you sick freaks doing out there!?
The crowd can't help but roar, and whether it's because of the booze in their bloodstream of because of the talent this man does possess, he's got these spring breakers eating out of the palm of his hand.
Lucian: Allow me to introduce myself for all the bloody folks out there unfamiliar with our circus, and that includes those of you I know are watching because this time's dedicated to SCW matters, yeah? My name's Lucian Lurid, and I'm the bloody fucking ringmaster of the most sinful show you'll ever see in your otherwise worthless lives, Cirque du Sins! And it's my honor to introduce to all you blokes out there the crown jewels of my sexy, sinful, seductive little show, the bad bitches who will soon once again call themselves YOUR SCW bloody tag team champions of the whole fucking world... Gia & Gina, the GLIMMER SISTERS!
The people roar even louder as Lucian literally bounces out of the way like an overweight slinky, the lights on the stage turning to an aquatic blue hue as we see a waterfall literally raining down from the rigging up above, creating a silhouette of a woman behind it flipping her hair and running her hands along her tantalizing curves. “Tongue Twister” begins playing, and it's not long before one of the Glimmer Sisters steps through the waterfall, grinning at how soaking wet she is as she sways her hips and dance-steps farther onto the stage, her body glistening in the sunlight as it doesn't take us long to realize she's wearing probably the skimpiest black thong bikini she can get away with for something being broadcast. She flaps her arms at her sides almost like she's flying, and as she does we see a second pair of arms flapping in the opposite motion appear from behind her, almost making her look like one of those multi-armed Hindu gods. After a few flaps she leans to one side as we see her twin suddenly appear from behind her and lean the opposite way, perfectly mirroring one another. They join hands and look as though they're about to break into a ballroom dance, but one first one we saw simply flips the other over her back, the stage lights changing to more vibrant pinks and yellows as this Glimmer doesn't even hesitate to pull her bikini top up and flash her boobs to the crowd, which only amplifies their cheering. She pulls her top back down as her sister smacks her ass, which leads to her returning the favor while exchanging amused grins before we see Lucian pop in from the side of the stage and toss them both microphones they catch. As the cherry on top, the little transparent Cirque du Sins logo in the corner changes to a text graphic that reads “GLIMMERS GONE WILD.”
Gia(?): Panama City Beach, how the fuck are you all feeling on this fine ass day!?
The cheers from the rowdy partiers only grows louder as Gia (at least, we're assuming) can't resist that haughty laugh of hers.
Gina(?): Before we say what we need to say, let's play a little game... can you guys guess who's who?
We hear Gia & Gina's names being called repeatedly as guys and girls in their audience are pointing at each one of them, eagerly hoping they're right.
Gia: For those of you who said I'm Gia and she's Gina, you'd be right!
Gina: Lucky guesses, but we can't blame you guys at all. You're drunk, you're high, you're horny as hell, and there's really no easy way to tell us apart even if it weren't for that.
Gia: Still, it only feels right if we give our a prize for playing.
With that, Gia & Gina pull the sides of their thongs away from their hips, snapping them back into place with audible thuds echoing over the microphones as their thongs become temporary holsters for them. This frees up their hands to happily and eagerly untie their bikini tops and pull them away, swinging them above their heads as the familiar pixellation blurs their naked breasts and makes you wish you were able to be at this huge party live to see the goods for yourself. They throw their bikini tops into the crowd, laughing as several people literally start fighting over them as they retrieve their microphones.
Gina: Play nice now, guys. There's plenty of Glimmer goodness to go around.
Gia: Play nice? Gina, you aren't turning into Selena Frost, are you?
That gets a very overwhelming wave of boos from the crowd.
Gina: Please, sis. I don't think I'm god's gift to wrestling and therefore should be the one and only world champion for life because no one, not even the few friends she has left, is good enough to even share the ring with me. I mean, did you see the way she talked down to those Hollywood boys about not belonging in the same ring as her?
Gia: I know, right? It's like she hasn't cared enough to pay attention to SCW's tag division and just assumes she's so high and mighty that she calls all the shots... pretty sure that's what CHBK and Franky D. are for, by the way. Of course, we also act like we're so much better than every other tag team in SCW...
Gina: And we are, which makes it all the more insulting that two so-called legends are afraid to party with us and chose a safer option to go out on this Breakdown because they don't seem to recognize who's truly the best team around here anymore.
Gia: At least we prove it by embarrassing everyone who meets us in that ring and making a show out of it. Much more entertaining than just throwing a fit and clocking people with title belts to get DQ'd, huh Selena?
Crowd: Oooooooooo!
Gia & Gina just chuckle to themselves at the response.
Gina: Now Chris, Ryan... we're not sure if you boys are watching this. The last two times we beat your asses made it clear that we may be a little too much sizzle for the two of you to handle.
Gia: Not to mention a little too much steak. I mean, look at all this juicy prime cut meat right here!
Gina grins as she sways her hips while turning around before bending over to give the rowdy crowd a great view of her ass, her juicy cheeks swallowing the poor thong alive. Gia can't resist the urge to slap her twin's ass, creating a very enticing jiggle before Gina turns back around.
Gina: Still, we do have to acknowledge that you boys do technically have something we don't now, and that's a win over Selena & Xander.
Gia: Yeah, it was by DQ, and yeah, you didn't win the titles, but it's still something you have that we don't, so feel proud of that.
Gina: Really, we have to thank the two of you. If it wasn't for your efforts, we wouldn't have learned just how desperate Selena truly is to cling to whatever relevance she has left to keep her living in Delulu Land. That's why we think it's only fair that we went to both CHBK and Frank-
Gia: Just to show we don't play favorites between the two men Selena's more worried about than her own wife.
Gina: -and made the very simple request that the titles be allowed to change hands if she tries that again at Retribution. I mean, we deserve our rematch just as much as any other team, and we don't deserve to have it tainted because half of the opposing team just doesn't want to play ball anymore.
Gia: But we can definitely see how you Hollywood boys might feel like you deserve another shot, and that's just as fair. Or... maybe our good friend and fellow KABLAMian sister Destiny had to help you both realize that. Either way, we're happy to offer you a consolation prize: the chance to party with us in the ring for a spring break Breakdown!
The crowd of spring breakers can't resist cheering for that, and the cheering only grows louder as the Glimmer Sisters do a little bit of titty shaking to further hype them up. It's hard to appreciate it because of all the censorship, but this should hopefully be enticing evidence that you really need to be buying the tickets and attending live for the full experience, proof that the Glimmers are very good for business after all.
Gina: We get it, maybe you're not as excited since we're not the champions anymore.
Gia: Yet.
Gina: But you both have been in the ring with us twice before, you know how we do things and you know you're going to be in for the ride of your lives this week.
Gia: But we hope that, just like the last two times, you won't take it personal when we beat you both once again and complete the trifecta. We haven't gotten to stretch our legs and really show our stuff between those ropes since A Taste of Things to Come, and I don't know about you sis, but that just doesn't sound right to me.
Gina: It's not just that we've beaten you boys before, either. The fact of the matter is... we're hungry. Starving. We know, deep down, that Selena & Xander's win over us was a fluke, and we're hellbent on getting back what should've never left these slender, sexy waists of ours in the first place. That alone is all the reason you need to understand that there's no way in hell we're losing this match come Breakdown.
Gia: Never mind the fact that it's spring break, bitches, and we feel right at home!
The twins just grin and laugh again as the crowd keeps hyping them up.
Crowd: Glimmers! Glimmers! Glimmers!
Gia: You guys and girls are too kind... we'll remember that for later.
Gia smirks and winks to the crowd, drawing a reaction of its own.
Gina: Just like we'll remember the efforts you made, Hollywood, in trying to prove you deserved to be champions. You may get your asses handed to you this week, but when we win back our titles at Retribution, we might be nice enough to give you a fair rematch you deserve so you can once again experience that all that Glimmers truly is gold.
Gia: Lord knows that lucha cunt doesn't seem like she's cashing in her tag title shot anytime soon, not while she's having her own relationship problems that feels like Selena & Xander but watered down and no different than every other dreary ass daytime soap opera that's ever existed.
Gina: To our KABLAMian sister... don't worry, Destiny. We won't hurt Chris and Ryan too bad, but we're definitely going to leave them reeling once we're through. But, think on the bright side... we'll be nice enough to keep them out of your hair so you and that Wendell guy can have some “alone time” together, and he can definitely help take your mind off of Hollywood's latest flop.
Gia: We can help you pick out a truly sexy bikini if you'd like so you can show Wendell that it's alright to give in to his urges and that you don't bite... or maybe you do, and maybe he's into that. Who knows?
Gina: One thing's for sure... the Glimmer Sisters do not stay down for long, and we plan on making this a Breakdown that no one will ever forget.
Gia: And once we're done partying it up like it's the MTV era of spring break and leaving Hollywood on the cutting room floor one more time... Selena, Xander, you're next.
Gina: And you better believe we're going to party even harder after we're done kicking your asses and taking back what's rightfully ours.
At that, Gia and Gina drop their mics, the roar of the crowd energizing them. They offer their adoring fans one last titty shake before they turn and start to go, only to stop and offer one last sexy show as they really invoke the spirit of Girls Gone Wild, hips swaying and dancing as they slowly pull their thongs down and step out of them, the censors firing off once more as they stand butt naked on the beach in front of a wild crowd of partiers. They glance back with those sinful, seductive grins, as if enticing us watching at home while egging on a certain snow bitch just that little bit more before the feed abruptly cuts.