03-20-2026, 10:31 PM
It goes without saying that the Glimmer Sisters enjoyed themselves during the special spring break episode of Breakdown.
Well, for the most part.
Being able to spend the entire show in the skimpiest bikinis they could get cleared to wear for broadcast was certainly a highlight, not to mention screwing with Hollywood en route to another victory over them. All the wardrobe malfunctions they just so happened to have during that match? Icing on the cake.
If anything negative had come out of Breakdown, it was the borderline psychotic fury of Selena Frost as she attacked the twins several times throughout the night. The first time they let slide since Gia being topless gave the production crew heart attacks, not to mention “helping” Selena's already overly fair complexion and getting another shot in on the so-called Executioner.
The second time? Not so much. Selena had practically gotten the last laugh when she struck again right after Gia & Gina had won their match and left one of the twins laying.
Not something that was going to keep the Glimmers down for long, as they'd shown before whenever Selena thought she'd gotten one over on them and they 'd shrugged it off like nothing happened, but knowing she was going to think she had something going for her annoyed them all the same.
With Retribution set to take place in jolly old England, that meant the twins would soon be parting ways with Cirque du Sins for a little bit, the downside of Lucian's business contracts only being valid within America's borders. Granted, given the way the world was these days, trying to figure out how to get an adult circus show across the ocean was a logistical nightmare in and of itself. The twins already knew TSA, or whatever was even left of it anymore, was going to give them shit over their luggage because they were sure half the stuff they packed was going to be questioned in the “what kind of sick kinky freak are you?” kind of way, which was never fun.
There was also the matter of the circus itself. Granted, when the twins had started wrestling for SCW, it hadn't been that big of a deal if they needed to cross borders to compete because while they were arguably the main draw of Lucian Lurid's lustful little world, the show was raunchy and enticing enough that the other acts stepping up could fill the void. With their newfound SCW following, however, it became harder and harder to ignore the fact that so many people came to a Cirque du Sins show just to see what the Glimmer Sisters were up to now.
Believe it or not, they actually had felt quite guilty about this and apologized to the rest of their freaky circus family, but to their surprise, no one really had an issue with it and most of them already had a feeling they were destined to become the star attraction anyways... if only because they were the only ones who ever had the proverbial balls to butt heads with their ringmaster over anything.
For a time, this problem had been resolved when Angel had come aboard, even if everything else about that turn of events hadn't been all sunshine and roses. After all, he'd only been forced upon Lucian by Antonio as a means of having his “personal pet” outshine the Glimmers and ultimately usurp their place in the circus so the sick loan shark could have his way with both the twins and the circus, and since Angel had been more than good enough to match the twins in both skill and lewdness, it solved one problem but created another.
Now, though... Angel's presence was actually missed, and fearing for whatever he was going through now that Antonio had basically blackmailed his way out of what should've been a surefire jail sentence bothered them just as much as anything relating to Selena did.
Needless to say, the twins were hellbent on getting their titles back, and putting in enough effort that would actually make Her Royal Frostiness reconsider a lot of the way she viewed the Glimmers helped immensely in trying to distract themselves from Antonio or whatever he may be doing to Angel or even his new crazed cohort Vincent who'd stepped in to antagonize them lately.
At first glance, they didn't seem like they were doing anything too out of the ordinary. While Cirque du Sins was an X-rated adult circus, it was easy to forget the “circus” part of it and no routine could be given the sexy twist that really pushed it over the line if the basic acrobatics weren't there to keep yourself from getting hurt. That was why Gia & Gina were currently focused on using a trampoline as a springboard to do some flips and corkscrews through the air before attempting to land on the ball of one foot on a balance beam. Challenging enough on its own, but they were both also wearing rather heavy weights on their wrists and ankles, forcing them to adjust in order to actually get the aerial height and maneuverability they needed to not only land correctly, but also strike a rather sultry and enticing pose upon doing so.
Maybe that doesn't seem like it has anything to do with wrestling, but considering enough training like this while really pushing themselves was not only going to make the twins feel lighter whenever they took to the air to allow for more height and reach across the ring, not to mention faster and stronger because of the weights, it was going to make them an even bigger threat in ways they doubted Selena or Xander would ever be able to wrap their heads around.
Lucian: Oi! Bloody good shit, girls! Whichever one of you's not getting the full extension on the leg, try and imagine yourself going to kick that Frosty cunt's head off. That's the ultimate goal at the end of the night, yeah?
Gia had been the twin he was referring to, and instead of arguing with Lucian like she may have normally, Gia just nodded as she and Gina hopped down onto the mats and moved back into their starting position. It was a weird sight all-around for sure, but outside of their performances before London would be calling their names, the Glimmers had been pushing themselves harder than perhaps ever before.
Gia: If those two want respect so damn badly...
Gina: ...we'll kick their asses and make them respect us!
The two of them, weights and all, ran full steam towards the trampoline and used it to launch themselves into the air, twisting into mirrored corkscrews before swinging their legs like they were, as Lucian had put it albeit in less crass terms, trying to kick Selena's head off. This led to them doing almost a midair pair of pirouettes before they both landed perfectly, the ball of one foot on the bar while the other leg was kicked high into the air, one hand holding that leg in place while the other saw fingers starting to trail towards the crotch area. If they'd been wearing less than their leotards (which were fairly skimpy but not “barely there so almost naked” territory) or actually performing, they'd probably go just that little bit further as part of the act, but they weren't looking to turn their legs into jelly beyond their muscles burning from the weights and how long they'd been at this.
Lucian: Now that's how it's bloody fucking done, mates!
Lucian's grinning applause may have gotten scoffs and groans out of them on any other occasion, but Gia & Gina were in a zone right now, letting their boss enjoy his spoils as they actually maintained that rather lewd but impressively flexible pose despite how much they were still being weighed down.
Gia: Lucian... are you sure the circus is going to be fine without us for a little while?
Lucian: Oh trust me mates, we'll manage. It's going to suck massive sweaty balls not having our hottest bitches around to do shit like this, but it'll all be worth it when you come back from fucking England dripping in gold again, yeah?
Gina: Can you blame us for being worried? We saw ticket sales for some of these upcoming shows were down because people know we won't be around...
Lucian: If you two cunts are worried about the debt, don't be. We made such a killing from our own little sexy spring break extravaganza that Antonio will get his bloody pay and we won't have any trouble going into April.
Gia: It's not just the debt we're worried about...
Lucian frowned as the Glimmers both somersaulted off the bar, landing perfectly on their feet before they walked over to him, not even bothering to undo the weights yet.
Lucian: Oi, I don't think I've seen you two this rattled before. Yeah, it's an appropriate response when it comes to Antonio, but you two bitches have-
Gina: It's not exactly Antonio we're worried about.
Lucian just raised an eyebrow at this before things started to click for him.
Lucian: Oh, that Vinny bastard? Yeah... never actually dealt with him before, so he's a whole new wildcard.
Gia: Gina and I have been talking... something about him just feels...
Gina: Antonio's a smart bastard, don't get us wrong, but we figured out how to push his buttons and outwit him-
Lucian: And it almost got your bloody fucking heads blown clean off to end 2025, let's not forget.
The twins exchanged glances at that before sighing.
Gina: Yeah... maybe we slightly underestimated how quickly he'd go from 0 to 100 knowing full well he'd have the law breathing down his neck.
Gia: The guy's got so many shady and illicit deals hidden in the fine print of his seemingly legit businesses it wouldn't surprise me if the walls of his clubs were lined with cocaine hiding in plain sight.
Gina: But Vincent... there's something... different about him.
Gia: Smarter, more composed... kind of.
Gina: Always definitely feels like he's scheming something instead of just acting like he thinks he's ten steps ahead of everybody else.
???: You two sluts are finally starting to get it, aren't you?
All eyes turned to the interruption in the conversation, and Gia & Gina had to fight back tears of joy at the smug, grinning face that was strutting towards them like he belonged here... as far as they were concerned, though? Angel absolutely did. They could see he was wearing a trenchcoat, but it was opened up to reveal the familiar lacy lingerie that fit his drag queen appearance so perfectly. Even Lucian looked giddy to see Angel once again, and he actually took a slap on the ass from him without cringing or flinching for a change.
Gia: Angel? You're alright!
Angel: Eh, I've seen better days, truth be told, but you two really need to stop worrying about me. I'm a big boy, I can handle whatever comes my way.
While Gia looked overjoyed, Gina struggled to hide how skeptical she was of Angel just walking up, making a rather suggestive claim and adjusting his fake tits like he was trying to entice a prospective “client” on the streets.
Gina: Kind of hard not to worry when we've seen what Antonio does to you, Anthony-
Angel: Angel. Please stop calling me by that name, I abandoned it for a reason.
The twins flinched a bit at the irritation in Angel's tone, but they couldn't blame him. After all, they'd changed their own names to completely cut off their past, and they owed him that same courtesy.
Gina: Sorry... look, we can't help it if we worry about you, even if anyone thinks that sounds pathetic coming from the two of us. The way Antonio treats you is fucked up, end of story, and we can't help but think you deserve better.
Gia: Flaunting what you've got should be your choice, not something you do because some sicko finds value in it.
Angel: Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black?
Lucian: Oi, they came to perform here of their own free will, mate. I may be a proud peddler of smut and sin, but I don't make anybody do any fucking thing they don't want to willingly do themselves, yeah? It's bloody different from what Antonio and Vincent do!
Angel: I'm not saying it ain't. Believe me when I say working here was probably one of the best periods of my otherwise worthless life... it's why I'd be more than happy to hold down the fort or whatever while you bitches are overseas making sure that Frost cunt and her big bad boy toy know why all that Glimmers is gold, to borrow a phrase I think I heard you two using recently.
Gia & Gina exchanged stunned glances at this, and even Lucian looked surprised by this news, but Angel's grin was both infectious and sincere.
Lucian: You're really coming back to bloody perform for me again?
Angel: What can I say? You just couldn't keep me away Lucy.
Gia: But what about Antonio?
A flicker of concern crossed Angel's features for just a moment, but it was long enough for the Glimmers to clock it.
Angel: As crazy as this sounds... Vincent actually talked him into lettin' me spread my wings a little more. Not enough that I'm off the leash yet, but sending me back here was his idea to, and I can't believe I'm about to quote my fucking porn director here, ahem... “rebuild the bridge of trust between sexy fucking circus and financial lender.”
Gina: What trust? As far as we've always known about it, Lucian fucked up by taking a loan from Antonio long before we even became who we are today, and pretty much kept a threat looming over his and everybody's heads whenever he came around to get his money.
Angel: You think I fucking know what Vincent's talking about? I'm just repeating what he said that somehow got Antonio to not literally gut me, hollow me out and use my corpse like the most fucked-up sex doll ever created.
Questions probably would've been raised if everyone around Angel in this training area right now didn't look like they were about to puke, but the twins unfortunately had a pretty strong feeling that Antonio absolutely would go that far because he was that much of a sick psychopath, even in his own perversions.
Still, something about this still smelled fishy, and Gina wasn't about to let it go that easily even if it meant having Angel back at the circus again and, more importantly, as far away from Antonio as possible. Something about whatever Vincent was pulling here rubbed her the wrong way, and catching Gia's eye, she could tell her twin was a little more optimistic but also not quite fully buying this either.
Lucian, however, was in his own little world, as per usual most of the time.
Lucian: Well, if you're gonna be around more bloody often Angel, then lemme go grab all the paperwork and shit so we can make it official, yeah? If you're truly doing this not because Antonio or Vinny are practically forcing you onto us, then the least I can do is properly compensate you mate.
Angel nodded, shooing Lucian off as the ringmaster practically bounced like an oversized ball towards his office. He didn't seem too bothered by Angel's reaction, far too giddy over the prospect of having a proper draw again while the twins were out of the picture doing wrestling shit to ultimately deal with the debt to Antonio.
Angel: Seriously, how do you cunts put up with him as your boss?
Gina: You mean aside from the fact he actually understands the concept of consent despite drooling over us like the prime cuts of meat and cake we are?
Gia: We've never been the kind of women who just take being pushed around, even before we became who we are now. That's how you let people think they have power over you and...
Gia trailed off and looked away as she realized where her prospective rant was about to go, and Angel couldn't keep himself from sighing as he picked up on this too.
Angel: Look... my problems are my own, alright? You probably know a thing or two about them by now since you saw the dirt Antonio's got on me. I sold my soul to that devil a long time ago... I knew what I was getting myself into and did it anyway because I had nothing else. You two literally do not need to put this much effort into trying to “save” someone who isn't worth saving.
Gina: And that's where we have to disagree.
Gina took a moment to remove her weights, with Angel's eyes widening at the thud they made for each other that dropped from her wrists and ankles. As Gia followed suit, Gina put a hand on Angel's shoulder... he didn't flinch, but he could feel the surprising strength in her grip.
Gina: We aren't so different Angel... yeah, your situation is far more extreme than ours, but we've all left behind a past that just wasn't us to become something we felt more comfortable with. Maybe some people out there can't wrap their fucking heads around that or think they can just exploit this, but there's always a way out and there's always someone out there willing to actually help you.
Gia: Gina's right. The way you've treated by Antonio and fuck knows who else is just sick. If this is who you want to be, then you deserve to have control over who Angel is and what he does. That's why you became this hyper-kinky drag queen standing before us, isn't it? You own that... and we can help make sure Antonio and Vincent and whoever else runs with them know that.
Angel bit his bottom lip, fake gold tooth that replaced one he'd clearly had knocked out some time ago glinting in the sunlight as he seemed to struggle with the idea of actually believing what he was just told.
Angel: You two really aren't gonna just let this go, are you?
Gia: Not when you deserve better and we know it.
Gina: Besides, the world could do without assholes like the ones using and abusing you. Let the sexiness be shared by the people proud enough to flaunt it, not the sick sociopaths who think they have more power over people than they really do.
Angel: You bitches really are something else, you know that? There's a voice in my head that wants to keep arguing, but considering I saw a little bit of your training? I think the last thing I want to do is fuck with cunts who have legs strong and flexible enough to break the jaw of a mouthy little Disney princess wannabe and probably even knock out a near 7 foot tall mountain of meat.
Gia: That's the plan for Retribution, baby!
Gina: And we plan on coming back with what's rightfully ours, and hopefully with two so-called legends learning to respect us a little more instead of judging us because we're got it and want to flaunt it.
Angel: Then I guess it's up to me to see if I can ruin more pairs of pants than the two of you combined while you're kicking ass and taking names.
The toothy grin Angel gives them is the icing on the cake as the three of them exchange playful slaps of each other's tits before the twins saunter off to give themselves a much-needed break from preparing to reclaim their rightful crowns across the pond.
Unfortunately for them, Angel's comment about a “voice in his head” was a warning the Glimmers completely missed, and once they had disappeared towards the “kitchen” area of the circus setup, his smile faded altogether as his fingers trailed up to one of his more elaborate ear piercings... which doubled as a two-way earpiece.
Angel: Did you get all that, Vincent?
Vincent: Oh, I got it, all right. It's not much, but it's a starting point to dig into these sluts and see just how much bravado they can keep showing once we find out who they really are.
Angel: And... Antonio's going to ease up going forward... r-right?
Vincent: Oh Angel, Antonio knows that right now, it's best to just let me direct this production for the foreseeable future. You just worry about finding out whatever you can and putting on your best performance yet... I'll worry about the BIG plans I've got in mind for those wonderful little whores. Trust me.
Angel gulped as his hand moved away. Those two words always spelled horrible things in Angel's experience, and he was right to be afraid. The twins had no reason at all to trust him, but because they were insistent on helping him out of this mess, they had no idea just how much worse things were about to get for them.
And it would be all his fault... just like everything else that led him to this point.
Well, for the most part.
Being able to spend the entire show in the skimpiest bikinis they could get cleared to wear for broadcast was certainly a highlight, not to mention screwing with Hollywood en route to another victory over them. All the wardrobe malfunctions they just so happened to have during that match? Icing on the cake.
If anything negative had come out of Breakdown, it was the borderline psychotic fury of Selena Frost as she attacked the twins several times throughout the night. The first time they let slide since Gia being topless gave the production crew heart attacks, not to mention “helping” Selena's already overly fair complexion and getting another shot in on the so-called Executioner.
The second time? Not so much. Selena had practically gotten the last laugh when she struck again right after Gia & Gina had won their match and left one of the twins laying.
Not something that was going to keep the Glimmers down for long, as they'd shown before whenever Selena thought she'd gotten one over on them and they 'd shrugged it off like nothing happened, but knowing she was going to think she had something going for her annoyed them all the same.
With Retribution set to take place in jolly old England, that meant the twins would soon be parting ways with Cirque du Sins for a little bit, the downside of Lucian's business contracts only being valid within America's borders. Granted, given the way the world was these days, trying to figure out how to get an adult circus show across the ocean was a logistical nightmare in and of itself. The twins already knew TSA, or whatever was even left of it anymore, was going to give them shit over their luggage because they were sure half the stuff they packed was going to be questioned in the “what kind of sick kinky freak are you?” kind of way, which was never fun.
There was also the matter of the circus itself. Granted, when the twins had started wrestling for SCW, it hadn't been that big of a deal if they needed to cross borders to compete because while they were arguably the main draw of Lucian Lurid's lustful little world, the show was raunchy and enticing enough that the other acts stepping up could fill the void. With their newfound SCW following, however, it became harder and harder to ignore the fact that so many people came to a Cirque du Sins show just to see what the Glimmer Sisters were up to now.
Believe it or not, they actually had felt quite guilty about this and apologized to the rest of their freaky circus family, but to their surprise, no one really had an issue with it and most of them already had a feeling they were destined to become the star attraction anyways... if only because they were the only ones who ever had the proverbial balls to butt heads with their ringmaster over anything.
For a time, this problem had been resolved when Angel had come aboard, even if everything else about that turn of events hadn't been all sunshine and roses. After all, he'd only been forced upon Lucian by Antonio as a means of having his “personal pet” outshine the Glimmers and ultimately usurp their place in the circus so the sick loan shark could have his way with both the twins and the circus, and since Angel had been more than good enough to match the twins in both skill and lewdness, it solved one problem but created another.
Now, though... Angel's presence was actually missed, and fearing for whatever he was going through now that Antonio had basically blackmailed his way out of what should've been a surefire jail sentence bothered them just as much as anything relating to Selena did.
Needless to say, the twins were hellbent on getting their titles back, and putting in enough effort that would actually make Her Royal Frostiness reconsider a lot of the way she viewed the Glimmers helped immensely in trying to distract themselves from Antonio or whatever he may be doing to Angel or even his new crazed cohort Vincent who'd stepped in to antagonize them lately.
At first glance, they didn't seem like they were doing anything too out of the ordinary. While Cirque du Sins was an X-rated adult circus, it was easy to forget the “circus” part of it and no routine could be given the sexy twist that really pushed it over the line if the basic acrobatics weren't there to keep yourself from getting hurt. That was why Gia & Gina were currently focused on using a trampoline as a springboard to do some flips and corkscrews through the air before attempting to land on the ball of one foot on a balance beam. Challenging enough on its own, but they were both also wearing rather heavy weights on their wrists and ankles, forcing them to adjust in order to actually get the aerial height and maneuverability they needed to not only land correctly, but also strike a rather sultry and enticing pose upon doing so.
Maybe that doesn't seem like it has anything to do with wrestling, but considering enough training like this while really pushing themselves was not only going to make the twins feel lighter whenever they took to the air to allow for more height and reach across the ring, not to mention faster and stronger because of the weights, it was going to make them an even bigger threat in ways they doubted Selena or Xander would ever be able to wrap their heads around.
Lucian: Oi! Bloody good shit, girls! Whichever one of you's not getting the full extension on the leg, try and imagine yourself going to kick that Frosty cunt's head off. That's the ultimate goal at the end of the night, yeah?
Gia had been the twin he was referring to, and instead of arguing with Lucian like she may have normally, Gia just nodded as she and Gina hopped down onto the mats and moved back into their starting position. It was a weird sight all-around for sure, but outside of their performances before London would be calling their names, the Glimmers had been pushing themselves harder than perhaps ever before.
Gia: If those two want respect so damn badly...
Gina: ...we'll kick their asses and make them respect us!
The two of them, weights and all, ran full steam towards the trampoline and used it to launch themselves into the air, twisting into mirrored corkscrews before swinging their legs like they were, as Lucian had put it albeit in less crass terms, trying to kick Selena's head off. This led to them doing almost a midair pair of pirouettes before they both landed perfectly, the ball of one foot on the bar while the other leg was kicked high into the air, one hand holding that leg in place while the other saw fingers starting to trail towards the crotch area. If they'd been wearing less than their leotards (which were fairly skimpy but not “barely there so almost naked” territory) or actually performing, they'd probably go just that little bit further as part of the act, but they weren't looking to turn their legs into jelly beyond their muscles burning from the weights and how long they'd been at this.
Lucian: Now that's how it's bloody fucking done, mates!
Lucian's grinning applause may have gotten scoffs and groans out of them on any other occasion, but Gia & Gina were in a zone right now, letting their boss enjoy his spoils as they actually maintained that rather lewd but impressively flexible pose despite how much they were still being weighed down.
Gia: Lucian... are you sure the circus is going to be fine without us for a little while?
Lucian: Oh trust me mates, we'll manage. It's going to suck massive sweaty balls not having our hottest bitches around to do shit like this, but it'll all be worth it when you come back from fucking England dripping in gold again, yeah?
Gina: Can you blame us for being worried? We saw ticket sales for some of these upcoming shows were down because people know we won't be around...
Lucian: If you two cunts are worried about the debt, don't be. We made such a killing from our own little sexy spring break extravaganza that Antonio will get his bloody pay and we won't have any trouble going into April.
Gia: It's not just the debt we're worried about...
Lucian frowned as the Glimmers both somersaulted off the bar, landing perfectly on their feet before they walked over to him, not even bothering to undo the weights yet.
Lucian: Oi, I don't think I've seen you two this rattled before. Yeah, it's an appropriate response when it comes to Antonio, but you two bitches have-
Gina: It's not exactly Antonio we're worried about.
Lucian just raised an eyebrow at this before things started to click for him.
Lucian: Oh, that Vinny bastard? Yeah... never actually dealt with him before, so he's a whole new wildcard.
Gia: Gina and I have been talking... something about him just feels...
Gina: Antonio's a smart bastard, don't get us wrong, but we figured out how to push his buttons and outwit him-
Lucian: And it almost got your bloody fucking heads blown clean off to end 2025, let's not forget.
The twins exchanged glances at that before sighing.
Gina: Yeah... maybe we slightly underestimated how quickly he'd go from 0 to 100 knowing full well he'd have the law breathing down his neck.
Gia: The guy's got so many shady and illicit deals hidden in the fine print of his seemingly legit businesses it wouldn't surprise me if the walls of his clubs were lined with cocaine hiding in plain sight.
Gina: But Vincent... there's something... different about him.
Gia: Smarter, more composed... kind of.
Gina: Always definitely feels like he's scheming something instead of just acting like he thinks he's ten steps ahead of everybody else.
???: You two sluts are finally starting to get it, aren't you?
All eyes turned to the interruption in the conversation, and Gia & Gina had to fight back tears of joy at the smug, grinning face that was strutting towards them like he belonged here... as far as they were concerned, though? Angel absolutely did. They could see he was wearing a trenchcoat, but it was opened up to reveal the familiar lacy lingerie that fit his drag queen appearance so perfectly. Even Lucian looked giddy to see Angel once again, and he actually took a slap on the ass from him without cringing or flinching for a change.
Gia: Angel? You're alright!
Angel: Eh, I've seen better days, truth be told, but you two really need to stop worrying about me. I'm a big boy, I can handle whatever comes my way.
While Gia looked overjoyed, Gina struggled to hide how skeptical she was of Angel just walking up, making a rather suggestive claim and adjusting his fake tits like he was trying to entice a prospective “client” on the streets.
Gina: Kind of hard not to worry when we've seen what Antonio does to you, Anthony-
Angel: Angel. Please stop calling me by that name, I abandoned it for a reason.
The twins flinched a bit at the irritation in Angel's tone, but they couldn't blame him. After all, they'd changed their own names to completely cut off their past, and they owed him that same courtesy.
Gina: Sorry... look, we can't help it if we worry about you, even if anyone thinks that sounds pathetic coming from the two of us. The way Antonio treats you is fucked up, end of story, and we can't help but think you deserve better.
Gia: Flaunting what you've got should be your choice, not something you do because some sicko finds value in it.
Angel: Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black?
Lucian: Oi, they came to perform here of their own free will, mate. I may be a proud peddler of smut and sin, but I don't make anybody do any fucking thing they don't want to willingly do themselves, yeah? It's bloody different from what Antonio and Vincent do!
Angel: I'm not saying it ain't. Believe me when I say working here was probably one of the best periods of my otherwise worthless life... it's why I'd be more than happy to hold down the fort or whatever while you bitches are overseas making sure that Frost cunt and her big bad boy toy know why all that Glimmers is gold, to borrow a phrase I think I heard you two using recently.
Gia & Gina exchanged stunned glances at this, and even Lucian looked surprised by this news, but Angel's grin was both infectious and sincere.
Lucian: You're really coming back to bloody perform for me again?
Angel: What can I say? You just couldn't keep me away Lucy.
Gia: But what about Antonio?
A flicker of concern crossed Angel's features for just a moment, but it was long enough for the Glimmers to clock it.
Angel: As crazy as this sounds... Vincent actually talked him into lettin' me spread my wings a little more. Not enough that I'm off the leash yet, but sending me back here was his idea to, and I can't believe I'm about to quote my fucking porn director here, ahem... “rebuild the bridge of trust between sexy fucking circus and financial lender.”
Gina: What trust? As far as we've always known about it, Lucian fucked up by taking a loan from Antonio long before we even became who we are today, and pretty much kept a threat looming over his and everybody's heads whenever he came around to get his money.
Angel: You think I fucking know what Vincent's talking about? I'm just repeating what he said that somehow got Antonio to not literally gut me, hollow me out and use my corpse like the most fucked-up sex doll ever created.
Questions probably would've been raised if everyone around Angel in this training area right now didn't look like they were about to puke, but the twins unfortunately had a pretty strong feeling that Antonio absolutely would go that far because he was that much of a sick psychopath, even in his own perversions.
Still, something about this still smelled fishy, and Gina wasn't about to let it go that easily even if it meant having Angel back at the circus again and, more importantly, as far away from Antonio as possible. Something about whatever Vincent was pulling here rubbed her the wrong way, and catching Gia's eye, she could tell her twin was a little more optimistic but also not quite fully buying this either.
Lucian, however, was in his own little world, as per usual most of the time.
Lucian: Well, if you're gonna be around more bloody often Angel, then lemme go grab all the paperwork and shit so we can make it official, yeah? If you're truly doing this not because Antonio or Vinny are practically forcing you onto us, then the least I can do is properly compensate you mate.
Angel nodded, shooing Lucian off as the ringmaster practically bounced like an oversized ball towards his office. He didn't seem too bothered by Angel's reaction, far too giddy over the prospect of having a proper draw again while the twins were out of the picture doing wrestling shit to ultimately deal with the debt to Antonio.
Angel: Seriously, how do you cunts put up with him as your boss?
Gina: You mean aside from the fact he actually understands the concept of consent despite drooling over us like the prime cuts of meat and cake we are?
Gia: We've never been the kind of women who just take being pushed around, even before we became who we are now. That's how you let people think they have power over you and...
Gia trailed off and looked away as she realized where her prospective rant was about to go, and Angel couldn't keep himself from sighing as he picked up on this too.
Angel: Look... my problems are my own, alright? You probably know a thing or two about them by now since you saw the dirt Antonio's got on me. I sold my soul to that devil a long time ago... I knew what I was getting myself into and did it anyway because I had nothing else. You two literally do not need to put this much effort into trying to “save” someone who isn't worth saving.
Gina: And that's where we have to disagree.
Gina took a moment to remove her weights, with Angel's eyes widening at the thud they made for each other that dropped from her wrists and ankles. As Gia followed suit, Gina put a hand on Angel's shoulder... he didn't flinch, but he could feel the surprising strength in her grip.
Gina: We aren't so different Angel... yeah, your situation is far more extreme than ours, but we've all left behind a past that just wasn't us to become something we felt more comfortable with. Maybe some people out there can't wrap their fucking heads around that or think they can just exploit this, but there's always a way out and there's always someone out there willing to actually help you.
Gia: Gina's right. The way you've treated by Antonio and fuck knows who else is just sick. If this is who you want to be, then you deserve to have control over who Angel is and what he does. That's why you became this hyper-kinky drag queen standing before us, isn't it? You own that... and we can help make sure Antonio and Vincent and whoever else runs with them know that.
Angel bit his bottom lip, fake gold tooth that replaced one he'd clearly had knocked out some time ago glinting in the sunlight as he seemed to struggle with the idea of actually believing what he was just told.
Angel: You two really aren't gonna just let this go, are you?
Gia: Not when you deserve better and we know it.
Gina: Besides, the world could do without assholes like the ones using and abusing you. Let the sexiness be shared by the people proud enough to flaunt it, not the sick sociopaths who think they have more power over people than they really do.
Angel: You bitches really are something else, you know that? There's a voice in my head that wants to keep arguing, but considering I saw a little bit of your training? I think the last thing I want to do is fuck with cunts who have legs strong and flexible enough to break the jaw of a mouthy little Disney princess wannabe and probably even knock out a near 7 foot tall mountain of meat.
Gia: That's the plan for Retribution, baby!
Gina: And we plan on coming back with what's rightfully ours, and hopefully with two so-called legends learning to respect us a little more instead of judging us because we're got it and want to flaunt it.
Angel: Then I guess it's up to me to see if I can ruin more pairs of pants than the two of you combined while you're kicking ass and taking names.
The toothy grin Angel gives them is the icing on the cake as the three of them exchange playful slaps of each other's tits before the twins saunter off to give themselves a much-needed break from preparing to reclaim their rightful crowns across the pond.
Unfortunately for them, Angel's comment about a “voice in his head” was a warning the Glimmers completely missed, and once they had disappeared towards the “kitchen” area of the circus setup, his smile faded altogether as his fingers trailed up to one of his more elaborate ear piercings... which doubled as a two-way earpiece.
Angel: Did you get all that, Vincent?
Vincent: Oh, I got it, all right. It's not much, but it's a starting point to dig into these sluts and see just how much bravado they can keep showing once we find out who they really are.
Angel: And... Antonio's going to ease up going forward... r-right?
Vincent: Oh Angel, Antonio knows that right now, it's best to just let me direct this production for the foreseeable future. You just worry about finding out whatever you can and putting on your best performance yet... I'll worry about the BIG plans I've got in mind for those wonderful little whores. Trust me.
Angel gulped as his hand moved away. Those two words always spelled horrible things in Angel's experience, and he was right to be afraid. The twins had no reason at all to trust him, but because they were insistent on helping him out of this mess, they had no idea just how much worse things were about to get for them.
And it would be all his fault... just like everything else that led him to this point.