Yesterday, 11:19 PM
To say that Stryker was the last person Gia & Gina expected to see in Melbourne of all places was an understatement.
Especially since, as far as they knew, he should've still been in jail.
It had been last year when they had been in Houston for Rise To Greatness that the Glimmers had last seen the deranged cowboy they had unfortunately gone to high school with. He'd proven that he'd barely changed at all from when he'd gotten expelled over trying to essentially claim the twins as “his property” when they flat out refused to be “his” in any sense of the term, and that nightclub confrontation had led to Stryker trying to pull a gun on them in hopes of finally “righting that wrong” and getting knocked out by the two of them and subsequently arrested for the litany of crimes he'd committed on that night alone.
Needless to say, they were certain he'd be in jail for longer than he was, and that still didn't explain what he was doing in freaking Australia.
Stryker: Miss me ladies?
Gia: Hardly, you creep.
Gina: Can't say you ever crossed our minds over this past year.
Stryker's arrogance faltered a bit as he definitely looked annoyed now, growling as he tried to regain his composure. As he did, Lucian leaned down, causing the Glimmers to shoot him an annoyed glance just in case he tried to take advantage of the opportunity to get himself a handful of booty.
Lucian: Oi mates, you wanna fill me in on what this guy's deal is?
Gia: You remember last year around Rise To Glimmer when we said we had a slight hiccup we ran into when we went out clubbing?
Gina: Meet said hiccup. His name is Stryker.
Stryker: I see you little ladies haven't changed a bit in the past year. A shame... I think I liked you both better when you were in high school.
Gia: Pfft... why? We weren't interested in you then, and if last year didn't prove it, we're not interested in you now.
Stryker: Fine with me. Maybe I'll have better luck with this Angel chick you keep mentioning. Where can I find-
Gina: Angel's a dude, just so you know. He makes for a pretty kickass drag queen though, if you're into that.
The Glimmers had to restrain themselves from laughing as the realization slowly dawned on Stryker and he started dry heaving, as if attempting to make himself puke would somehow rid him of the shame he felt for lusting over someone of the same sex. Just because Gia & Gina, along with most of their circus family, had no problems screwing anyone no matter what was between their legs didn't mean everyone swung that way, and they knew Stryker prided himself on his whole “macho cowboy pride” shtick he had going on.
Stryker: Real funny, S-
Gia: Gia & Gina now. We told you this last time, asshole.
Gina: Just because we have a history with you doesn't mean we're interested in revisiting it again, and if you still can't take the hint, then maybe you were better off staying locked away.
Lucian: Tempting as it is to pry, I think I'm more bloody interested in how the fuck this redneck renegade made it all the way out here to my home turf.
At that, Stryker seemed to laugh, and as if the twins couldn't believe it, he somehow sounded even more unhinged than ever before.
Stryker: You're joking, right partner? These two mentioned some wrestling company they worked for now when we last met, and I saw they were havin' a little show out here. I don't have to be a genius to do that math, 'specially when someone sprung me from the hoosegow so I could finally take what's rightfully mine!
Gia: Who the fuck-
Gia didn't get a chance to finish asking her question before Stryker lunged for her. Thankfully, she wasn't as surprised as he thought because she managed to roll out of the way, kicking up sand in the process. Some of it almost got into Stryker's eyes, but he seemed prepared for this as he'd pulled up the bandana around his neck to shield his face. Gina, no longer playing around after seeing him try to grab her sister, kicked him in the back of the leg to knock him off balance, and by the time he recovered, Gia had cupped her hands to provide her twin with a foothold to launch herself as she literally slammed her ass into his face in a manner reminiscent of a certain well-known Nintendo princess in a particular fighting game franchise.
Stryker was seeing red from that, any stimulation from having one of the twins' asses meeting his face buried beneath pure psychotic rage over another blow to his pride. Before he could throw himself back into the fight, though, he felt himself restrained by a very large weight.
Lucian: Hold your bloody fucking horses mate. That's my bread and butter you're fucking with, and you're-
Lucian didn't get the chance to finish his big speech from probably the first time the twins had ever seen him actually step up and try to get physical before Stryker threw his head back, slamming the back of his head right into Lucian's face and losing his cowboy hat in the process. Lucian hit the sand like a beached whale as Stryker growled, his feral gaze returned to the twins.
Stryker: I don't care who the hell you two think y'all are now, but as far as I reckon, you're my property and you're overdue for riding my giant bucking bronco whether you want to or not!
Gina: Did you seriously refer to that tiny little thing as a bucking bron- FUCK!
As much as the twins wanted to mock him over his choice of words to cope with how disgusted they were over his entitled misogyny, Stryker was too far gone to give them the chance. They'd noticed he at least didn't have any firearms this time, likely because there was no way in hell he was getting them on an overseas flight, but he was no less dangerous as the Glimmers parted just in time to avoid being hit with what looked like a miniature branding iron. It wasn't hot, thankfully, so he couldn't actually brand them (especially once they realized the brand was just a silhouette of himself with a comically massive dick, which made them want to gag and feel sorry for him) but it was still a weapon and he was clearly skilled enough with it to keep the twins on the defensive.
Stryker: Did y'all think I wasn't gonna come ready for a showdown this time? You ain't getting one over on ol' Stryker again!
As Stryker kept swinging, Gia & Gina exchanged looks in silent conversation as best as they could. As far as they were concerned, this was no different than everyone who seemed to be getting wise to their usual shenanigans in the ring, forcing them to adapt in order to remain on top. In that regard, Stryker was the same as The Vision, believing that he knew every trick in their playbook and were thus vulnerable.
Oh how wrong they all were.
The twins exchanged nods just before Gia ducked another swing from the iron, though Stryker seemed ready for that this time as he threw a bungee cord like a makeshift lasso, hooking the back of her g-string and causing her to faceplant in the sand. Gina tried to rush in and save her sister, but Stryker managed to catch her with a back kick to the ribs that stunned her as he moved in.
Stryker: Well now... don't care which twin you happen to be, because I'm about to take you for the ride of your life.
Gia: Heh... only if you think you can handle this!
Without an ounce of shame, Gia freed herself from the bungee cable hooked to her g-string by just pulling it down her hops entirely, exposing her ass in its full naked glory. Stryker was stunned, literally drooling at the sight before he tried to pull himself together. He knew this was how the twins had gotten one over on him last time, and he wasn't falling for it again.
Except it wasn't Gia he needed to worry about.
The next thing Stryker knew, he was dropping to his knees, every last bit of anger draining and replaced with the urge to cry, courtesy of his “bucking bronco” being punted by Gina with the full strength she could muster. The crazed cowboy dropped like a redwood into the sand, allowing Gina to help her twin unhook the bungee cord from her g-string so she could pull it back on.
Gina: Yeah... you're definitely compensating, you sick fuck.
Any attempt at a reply Stryker tried to form was driven out of his lungs when Lucian dove onto him with all his body weight, practically pancaking the guy before he pulled himself to his feet, still looking a little woozy from the headbutt.
Lucian: That's for thinking you could fuck with me and my sinful stars in MY bloody fucking homeland, you cunt!
Gia: Well damn Lucy, you do know how to literally throw your weight around.
Gina: Fuck this guy, seriously... I don't want to see this psycho wannabe lone rider ever again in my whole life.
Gia: And fuck whoever bailed him out too.
Lucian: Yeah, he ain't getting out of an Aussie prison as easily, mates... though, we're about to have to deal with the law ourselves.
Sure enough, several of the other beach-goers had wasted no time in calling for the police once a fight had broken out, though Lucian and the twins wouldn't have been surprised if some were already looking to call them on Gia & Gina anyway over their “indecent public attire” on a beach said attire was made for.
As Stryker was cuffed and thrown into the back of a police car while the Cirque du Sins trio was questioned and also escorted to the nearest station to sort things out, two unfortunately familiar faces had been watching from a distance, grinning over how things had played out.
Antonio: I have to admit, Vinnie... that was very much worth the trip out to this estúpido backwards country. And you were spot on about that Stryker guy. A shame he didn't have the balls to back up all his bravado.
Vincent: Hey, we now know for sure he knew those sluts before they became the Glimmer Sisters. Now we just need that SCW show to keep those whores busy so we can have a little chat with our overly western friend and see what he knows.
Antonio: Mmm... I love it when you talk like that.
The two men cackled as they watched the police bring order to the scene, knowing now that they were one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of the Glimmers... and taking full advantage of it.
The first thing that immediately fills our vision is the Australian flag, which makes sense considering the Hubris pay-per-view is taking place in Melbourne. After a moment of the giant flag being all that we see, we catch a glimpse of a pair of silhouettes moving around behind the flag, giggling in a way that sounds very familiar to us. It's not long before the flag is lifted, revealing what looks like a cliffside view out over the ocean to accompany the sound of the wind and waves that's also been present behind the flag, but also allowing for Gia & Gina Glimmer to emerge onto our screens. The censors waste no time in kicking in as we're also greeted by a face full of pixellation, as the twins have clearly decided the best way to address Hubris and what awaits them is to be absolutely naked save for the tag title belts around their waists. As Gina (we're assuming) traces a finger along the union jack in the Australian flag, Gia (we're also assuming) takes a moment to adjust her “girls” until she thinks they look just right for the shot... even if we can't see it.
Gia(?): G'day mates! And no, I'm not trying to mock the Aussie accent... I'm just copying our ringmaster because he happens to be from this country. Then again... he hasn't had the best things to say about it half the time, and we totally understand why.
Gina(?): All those jokes and internet memes about how Australia is a country that is waaaay too obsessed over decency and censorship and “protecting the children” by policing everything for any sign of sexy, raunchy goodness? Yeah, we can sadly confirm they're pretty spot on.
Gia(?): As you can clearly see though, that's never stopped us before and it sure as hell won't stop us now. So Australia? You're welcome for inviting the Glimmer Sisters into your Outback so we can be the heroes you truly need.
Gina(?): Not to mention the heroes SCW truly needs. I mean, have you seen the past few weeks, Gia? Kind of light on entertainment value... except, of course, for a little fun we've been having.
Gia: Destiny? Babe? We know you'll be here, and hopefully we'll see Wendell too... assuming he's able to sneak out without daddy's permission. But do us a favor and keep an open mind, because Gina and I can promise you both a whole world to explore that will change your lives far more than Delusional Dexter or those Hollywood boys ever could.
Gia, as we can now confirm (assuming we trust the twins' word), gives the camera a sultry wink, which earns her a spank on the ass from Gina that gets her to jump, the censors working overtime to deprive us of the forbidden fruit that is the tantalizing bounce of Gia's bountiful chest.
Gina: Easy there sis. As much as we've loved having fun injecting some much-needed intrigue into these past few Breakdowns, there seems to be quite a few people who aren't too happy with us about it.
Gia: Dex is one person, but I'm pretty sure he's always got a stick up his ass about something.
Gina: But it seems like we've pissed off some old friends of ours as well... guess they weren't too happy that fate seems like it's finally throwing them a bone but we're not too interested in playing ball, huh?
Gia: Oh, cut Melinda & Fiona some slack, sis. They totally earned the right to step up and challenge us and they're probably pissed that we teased a much better tag title defense that they could never hope to compare to. But I can't blame them when they worked so hard to get to this point by beating... by beating... um... help me out here, Gina, who did they beat to earn this shot?
Gina: My only guess would be Hollywood back at Retribution, because apparently someone still seems to think those two handsome idiots hold some value just because Frosty got her panties stuck up her frozen cunt and handed them a DQ win. It sure as hell can't be for that egg they laid a few weeks ago.
Gia: Riiiiight... funny how you two are so keen on giving us shit over losing to Selena & Xander because they're “singles competitors” when that's exactly what the two of you lost to recently, huh? I mean, as much as we hate them, we can at least give Selender their due... you know, former multi-time world champions and shit? But here we have The Vision, calling us lucky for winning the titles back from them after they failed to beat an oversized plush toy who's had mediocre success around here and the latest installment of the emo chick experience who's still so new around here that I don't feel bad in point out that she's accomplished jack and shit.
Gina: Pretty sure that makes the two of you the real hashtag...
Glimmers: LOOOOOOSEEEEEERS!
The twins are absolutely petty enough to do the typical high school mean girl gesture of forming an L with their thumb and forefinger and holding it against their foreheads as they speak in tandem, bending over to emphasize the gesture... and test the censors by trying to offer us a better angle of their tempting titties.
Gia: How about that? We can do your whole shtick even better than you can.
Gina: We're not going to though, because I think it's painfully clear that talking about fate like a broken record is only going to put people to sleep. It's funny, though... you don't seem like you're as on board with all that “fate” garbage, do you Fiona? Almost makes me wonder why you're letting yourself get held back by Melinda when you clearly are aiming high and she's keeping you shackled to her beliefs... which, in case it hasn't been made obvious already, hasn't been working out for either of you.
Gia: Now, we're not going to make assumptions, but it is a pretty interesting observation that you seem to be alright with just letting yourself become known as a failure because you trust in Melinda and Clyde and they're trusting in fate to guide them, even though we all know fate seems to be quite happy treating you all like chew toys and pissing on all your hopes and dreams. Funny how you can confidently say you learn from your mistakes when you're still repeating them in front of us and all the world.
Gina: But you must be right, because your egos can't possibly fathom the thought of Gia and I ever humbling ourselves by admitting to our shortcomings and that means you have a hope in hell of beating us now that you've got us all figured out. Except... it doesn't. Not when you clearly didn't pay attention to what we had to say to Selena & Xander right before we embarrassed them and proved that the two women standing before you with literally nothing to hide are your true world champions around here.
Gia: We gave them their flowers, just like we did a few minutes ago when we pointed out how they're far more accomplished than the thrown-together tandem who beta your asses. But I guess it's easy to miss stuff like that when you're far more worried about the fun we're having to keep ourselves entertained. Can you blame us though? Gina's got a shiny trios contract to play with and we've already embarrassed just about everyone in SCW's tag division twice over at least. And yes, that does include the two of you.
Gina: I can only imagine how angry you got when we teased using my contract to defend against two non-wrestlers in something... spicy instead for this show. Bet it made your skin crawl and finally gave you a purpose beyond “fate” for a change... or I would be saying that if you hadn't proved that we're still leagues beyond you.
Gia: Now sis, maybe we should be a little nicer to them. They're supposedly tag team champions elsewhere after all... they're just trying so hard to prove they belong here, even if Melinda's making a joke out of a supposedly great wrestling family legacy.
Gina takes a moment to tap her chin in thought, seductively swaying her hips as she ponders and giggling when she feels the wind brush the Australian flag against her bare ass.
Gina: You know something Gia? That gives me a great idea... you two take so much pride in being tag team champions elsewhere that it must be killing you to see a couple of kinky clowns killing all your precious momentum from pretending you were actually worth something. After all, these titles around our waists are so highly valued that it would validate everything you two think you're worth to win them. But... maybe we can raise the stakes and see how willing you are to really put your money where your mouth is. Why don't you put whatever tag titles you hold from elsewhere on the line as well, a little title-for-title action?
Gia: That's brilliant sis! That way, we can be dripping with even more gold and even broaden our horizons a bit more, maybe show these places that have had trouble with Melinda & Fiona what a real tag team truly looks like.
Gina: Give it some thought, you two. Maybe you take a chance and risk it all... but knowing you? You'll probably play it safe because that's what “fate” wants knowing full well you aren't leaving Melbourne with these titles.
Gia: And while we'll happily keep them around our waists, why not plan ahead for the future a little bit more? After all, there's far more possibilities than just proving once again why we're the true greatest tag team in SCW history around here.
Gina: Maybe we're interested in another match as well... and the prize it could offer that should already belong to us.
Gia & Gina grin and giggle as they reach back and yank the Australian flag down before proceeding to wrap themselves in it, finally giving the censors a break. As they get intimate with a symbol of Australia, though, they know full well they've got all the gears turning in everyone's brains. Because as far as they're concerned? All that Glimmers is gold... and all the gold should belong to the Glimmers.
Especially since, as far as they knew, he should've still been in jail.
It had been last year when they had been in Houston for Rise To Greatness that the Glimmers had last seen the deranged cowboy they had unfortunately gone to high school with. He'd proven that he'd barely changed at all from when he'd gotten expelled over trying to essentially claim the twins as “his property” when they flat out refused to be “his” in any sense of the term, and that nightclub confrontation had led to Stryker trying to pull a gun on them in hopes of finally “righting that wrong” and getting knocked out by the two of them and subsequently arrested for the litany of crimes he'd committed on that night alone.
Needless to say, they were certain he'd be in jail for longer than he was, and that still didn't explain what he was doing in freaking Australia.
Stryker: Miss me ladies?
Gia: Hardly, you creep.
Gina: Can't say you ever crossed our minds over this past year.
Stryker's arrogance faltered a bit as he definitely looked annoyed now, growling as he tried to regain his composure. As he did, Lucian leaned down, causing the Glimmers to shoot him an annoyed glance just in case he tried to take advantage of the opportunity to get himself a handful of booty.
Lucian: Oi mates, you wanna fill me in on what this guy's deal is?
Gia: You remember last year around Rise To Glimmer when we said we had a slight hiccup we ran into when we went out clubbing?
Gina: Meet said hiccup. His name is Stryker.
Stryker: I see you little ladies haven't changed a bit in the past year. A shame... I think I liked you both better when you were in high school.
Gia: Pfft... why? We weren't interested in you then, and if last year didn't prove it, we're not interested in you now.
Stryker: Fine with me. Maybe I'll have better luck with this Angel chick you keep mentioning. Where can I find-
Gina: Angel's a dude, just so you know. He makes for a pretty kickass drag queen though, if you're into that.
The Glimmers had to restrain themselves from laughing as the realization slowly dawned on Stryker and he started dry heaving, as if attempting to make himself puke would somehow rid him of the shame he felt for lusting over someone of the same sex. Just because Gia & Gina, along with most of their circus family, had no problems screwing anyone no matter what was between their legs didn't mean everyone swung that way, and they knew Stryker prided himself on his whole “macho cowboy pride” shtick he had going on.
Stryker: Real funny, S-
Gia: Gia & Gina now. We told you this last time, asshole.
Gina: Just because we have a history with you doesn't mean we're interested in revisiting it again, and if you still can't take the hint, then maybe you were better off staying locked away.
Lucian: Tempting as it is to pry, I think I'm more bloody interested in how the fuck this redneck renegade made it all the way out here to my home turf.
At that, Stryker seemed to laugh, and as if the twins couldn't believe it, he somehow sounded even more unhinged than ever before.
Stryker: You're joking, right partner? These two mentioned some wrestling company they worked for now when we last met, and I saw they were havin' a little show out here. I don't have to be a genius to do that math, 'specially when someone sprung me from the hoosegow so I could finally take what's rightfully mine!
Gia: Who the fuck-
Gia didn't get a chance to finish asking her question before Stryker lunged for her. Thankfully, she wasn't as surprised as he thought because she managed to roll out of the way, kicking up sand in the process. Some of it almost got into Stryker's eyes, but he seemed prepared for this as he'd pulled up the bandana around his neck to shield his face. Gina, no longer playing around after seeing him try to grab her sister, kicked him in the back of the leg to knock him off balance, and by the time he recovered, Gia had cupped her hands to provide her twin with a foothold to launch herself as she literally slammed her ass into his face in a manner reminiscent of a certain well-known Nintendo princess in a particular fighting game franchise.
Stryker was seeing red from that, any stimulation from having one of the twins' asses meeting his face buried beneath pure psychotic rage over another blow to his pride. Before he could throw himself back into the fight, though, he felt himself restrained by a very large weight.
Lucian: Hold your bloody fucking horses mate. That's my bread and butter you're fucking with, and you're-
Lucian didn't get the chance to finish his big speech from probably the first time the twins had ever seen him actually step up and try to get physical before Stryker threw his head back, slamming the back of his head right into Lucian's face and losing his cowboy hat in the process. Lucian hit the sand like a beached whale as Stryker growled, his feral gaze returned to the twins.
Stryker: I don't care who the hell you two think y'all are now, but as far as I reckon, you're my property and you're overdue for riding my giant bucking bronco whether you want to or not!
Gina: Did you seriously refer to that tiny little thing as a bucking bron- FUCK!
As much as the twins wanted to mock him over his choice of words to cope with how disgusted they were over his entitled misogyny, Stryker was too far gone to give them the chance. They'd noticed he at least didn't have any firearms this time, likely because there was no way in hell he was getting them on an overseas flight, but he was no less dangerous as the Glimmers parted just in time to avoid being hit with what looked like a miniature branding iron. It wasn't hot, thankfully, so he couldn't actually brand them (especially once they realized the brand was just a silhouette of himself with a comically massive dick, which made them want to gag and feel sorry for him) but it was still a weapon and he was clearly skilled enough with it to keep the twins on the defensive.
Stryker: Did y'all think I wasn't gonna come ready for a showdown this time? You ain't getting one over on ol' Stryker again!
As Stryker kept swinging, Gia & Gina exchanged looks in silent conversation as best as they could. As far as they were concerned, this was no different than everyone who seemed to be getting wise to their usual shenanigans in the ring, forcing them to adapt in order to remain on top. In that regard, Stryker was the same as The Vision, believing that he knew every trick in their playbook and were thus vulnerable.
Oh how wrong they all were.
The twins exchanged nods just before Gia ducked another swing from the iron, though Stryker seemed ready for that this time as he threw a bungee cord like a makeshift lasso, hooking the back of her g-string and causing her to faceplant in the sand. Gina tried to rush in and save her sister, but Stryker managed to catch her with a back kick to the ribs that stunned her as he moved in.
Stryker: Well now... don't care which twin you happen to be, because I'm about to take you for the ride of your life.
Gia: Heh... only if you think you can handle this!
Without an ounce of shame, Gia freed herself from the bungee cable hooked to her g-string by just pulling it down her hops entirely, exposing her ass in its full naked glory. Stryker was stunned, literally drooling at the sight before he tried to pull himself together. He knew this was how the twins had gotten one over on him last time, and he wasn't falling for it again.
Except it wasn't Gia he needed to worry about.
The next thing Stryker knew, he was dropping to his knees, every last bit of anger draining and replaced with the urge to cry, courtesy of his “bucking bronco” being punted by Gina with the full strength she could muster. The crazed cowboy dropped like a redwood into the sand, allowing Gina to help her twin unhook the bungee cord from her g-string so she could pull it back on.
Gina: Yeah... you're definitely compensating, you sick fuck.
Any attempt at a reply Stryker tried to form was driven out of his lungs when Lucian dove onto him with all his body weight, practically pancaking the guy before he pulled himself to his feet, still looking a little woozy from the headbutt.
Lucian: That's for thinking you could fuck with me and my sinful stars in MY bloody fucking homeland, you cunt!
Gia: Well damn Lucy, you do know how to literally throw your weight around.
Gina: Fuck this guy, seriously... I don't want to see this psycho wannabe lone rider ever again in my whole life.
Gia: And fuck whoever bailed him out too.
Lucian: Yeah, he ain't getting out of an Aussie prison as easily, mates... though, we're about to have to deal with the law ourselves.
Sure enough, several of the other beach-goers had wasted no time in calling for the police once a fight had broken out, though Lucian and the twins wouldn't have been surprised if some were already looking to call them on Gia & Gina anyway over their “indecent public attire” on a beach said attire was made for.
As Stryker was cuffed and thrown into the back of a police car while the Cirque du Sins trio was questioned and also escorted to the nearest station to sort things out, two unfortunately familiar faces had been watching from a distance, grinning over how things had played out.
Antonio: I have to admit, Vinnie... that was very much worth the trip out to this estúpido backwards country. And you were spot on about that Stryker guy. A shame he didn't have the balls to back up all his bravado.
Vincent: Hey, we now know for sure he knew those sluts before they became the Glimmer Sisters. Now we just need that SCW show to keep those whores busy so we can have a little chat with our overly western friend and see what he knows.
Antonio: Mmm... I love it when you talk like that.
The two men cackled as they watched the police bring order to the scene, knowing now that they were one step closer to unraveling the mysteries of the Glimmers... and taking full advantage of it.
*~*~*~*
The first thing that immediately fills our vision is the Australian flag, which makes sense considering the Hubris pay-per-view is taking place in Melbourne. After a moment of the giant flag being all that we see, we catch a glimpse of a pair of silhouettes moving around behind the flag, giggling in a way that sounds very familiar to us. It's not long before the flag is lifted, revealing what looks like a cliffside view out over the ocean to accompany the sound of the wind and waves that's also been present behind the flag, but also allowing for Gia & Gina Glimmer to emerge onto our screens. The censors waste no time in kicking in as we're also greeted by a face full of pixellation, as the twins have clearly decided the best way to address Hubris and what awaits them is to be absolutely naked save for the tag title belts around their waists. As Gina (we're assuming) traces a finger along the union jack in the Australian flag, Gia (we're also assuming) takes a moment to adjust her “girls” until she thinks they look just right for the shot... even if we can't see it.
Gia(?): G'day mates! And no, I'm not trying to mock the Aussie accent... I'm just copying our ringmaster because he happens to be from this country. Then again... he hasn't had the best things to say about it half the time, and we totally understand why.
Gina(?): All those jokes and internet memes about how Australia is a country that is waaaay too obsessed over decency and censorship and “protecting the children” by policing everything for any sign of sexy, raunchy goodness? Yeah, we can sadly confirm they're pretty spot on.
Gia(?): As you can clearly see though, that's never stopped us before and it sure as hell won't stop us now. So Australia? You're welcome for inviting the Glimmer Sisters into your Outback so we can be the heroes you truly need.
Gina(?): Not to mention the heroes SCW truly needs. I mean, have you seen the past few weeks, Gia? Kind of light on entertainment value... except, of course, for a little fun we've been having.
Gia: Destiny? Babe? We know you'll be here, and hopefully we'll see Wendell too... assuming he's able to sneak out without daddy's permission. But do us a favor and keep an open mind, because Gina and I can promise you both a whole world to explore that will change your lives far more than Delusional Dexter or those Hollywood boys ever could.
Gia, as we can now confirm (assuming we trust the twins' word), gives the camera a sultry wink, which earns her a spank on the ass from Gina that gets her to jump, the censors working overtime to deprive us of the forbidden fruit that is the tantalizing bounce of Gia's bountiful chest.
Gina: Easy there sis. As much as we've loved having fun injecting some much-needed intrigue into these past few Breakdowns, there seems to be quite a few people who aren't too happy with us about it.
Gia: Dex is one person, but I'm pretty sure he's always got a stick up his ass about something.
Gina: But it seems like we've pissed off some old friends of ours as well... guess they weren't too happy that fate seems like it's finally throwing them a bone but we're not too interested in playing ball, huh?
Gia: Oh, cut Melinda & Fiona some slack, sis. They totally earned the right to step up and challenge us and they're probably pissed that we teased a much better tag title defense that they could never hope to compare to. But I can't blame them when they worked so hard to get to this point by beating... by beating... um... help me out here, Gina, who did they beat to earn this shot?
Gina: My only guess would be Hollywood back at Retribution, because apparently someone still seems to think those two handsome idiots hold some value just because Frosty got her panties stuck up her frozen cunt and handed them a DQ win. It sure as hell can't be for that egg they laid a few weeks ago.
Gia: Riiiiight... funny how you two are so keen on giving us shit over losing to Selena & Xander because they're “singles competitors” when that's exactly what the two of you lost to recently, huh? I mean, as much as we hate them, we can at least give Selender their due... you know, former multi-time world champions and shit? But here we have The Vision, calling us lucky for winning the titles back from them after they failed to beat an oversized plush toy who's had mediocre success around here and the latest installment of the emo chick experience who's still so new around here that I don't feel bad in point out that she's accomplished jack and shit.
Gina: Pretty sure that makes the two of you the real hashtag...
Glimmers: LOOOOOOSEEEEEERS!
The twins are absolutely petty enough to do the typical high school mean girl gesture of forming an L with their thumb and forefinger and holding it against their foreheads as they speak in tandem, bending over to emphasize the gesture... and test the censors by trying to offer us a better angle of their tempting titties.
Gia: How about that? We can do your whole shtick even better than you can.
Gina: We're not going to though, because I think it's painfully clear that talking about fate like a broken record is only going to put people to sleep. It's funny, though... you don't seem like you're as on board with all that “fate” garbage, do you Fiona? Almost makes me wonder why you're letting yourself get held back by Melinda when you clearly are aiming high and she's keeping you shackled to her beliefs... which, in case it hasn't been made obvious already, hasn't been working out for either of you.
Gia: Now, we're not going to make assumptions, but it is a pretty interesting observation that you seem to be alright with just letting yourself become known as a failure because you trust in Melinda and Clyde and they're trusting in fate to guide them, even though we all know fate seems to be quite happy treating you all like chew toys and pissing on all your hopes and dreams. Funny how you can confidently say you learn from your mistakes when you're still repeating them in front of us and all the world.
Gina: But you must be right, because your egos can't possibly fathom the thought of Gia and I ever humbling ourselves by admitting to our shortcomings and that means you have a hope in hell of beating us now that you've got us all figured out. Except... it doesn't. Not when you clearly didn't pay attention to what we had to say to Selena & Xander right before we embarrassed them and proved that the two women standing before you with literally nothing to hide are your true world champions around here.
Gia: We gave them their flowers, just like we did a few minutes ago when we pointed out how they're far more accomplished than the thrown-together tandem who beta your asses. But I guess it's easy to miss stuff like that when you're far more worried about the fun we're having to keep ourselves entertained. Can you blame us though? Gina's got a shiny trios contract to play with and we've already embarrassed just about everyone in SCW's tag division twice over at least. And yes, that does include the two of you.
Gina: I can only imagine how angry you got when we teased using my contract to defend against two non-wrestlers in something... spicy instead for this show. Bet it made your skin crawl and finally gave you a purpose beyond “fate” for a change... or I would be saying that if you hadn't proved that we're still leagues beyond you.
Gia: Now sis, maybe we should be a little nicer to them. They're supposedly tag team champions elsewhere after all... they're just trying so hard to prove they belong here, even if Melinda's making a joke out of a supposedly great wrestling family legacy.
Gina takes a moment to tap her chin in thought, seductively swaying her hips as she ponders and giggling when she feels the wind brush the Australian flag against her bare ass.
Gina: You know something Gia? That gives me a great idea... you two take so much pride in being tag team champions elsewhere that it must be killing you to see a couple of kinky clowns killing all your precious momentum from pretending you were actually worth something. After all, these titles around our waists are so highly valued that it would validate everything you two think you're worth to win them. But... maybe we can raise the stakes and see how willing you are to really put your money where your mouth is. Why don't you put whatever tag titles you hold from elsewhere on the line as well, a little title-for-title action?
Gia: That's brilliant sis! That way, we can be dripping with even more gold and even broaden our horizons a bit more, maybe show these places that have had trouble with Melinda & Fiona what a real tag team truly looks like.
Gina: Give it some thought, you two. Maybe you take a chance and risk it all... but knowing you? You'll probably play it safe because that's what “fate” wants knowing full well you aren't leaving Melbourne with these titles.
Gia: And while we'll happily keep them around our waists, why not plan ahead for the future a little bit more? After all, there's far more possibilities than just proving once again why we're the true greatest tag team in SCW history around here.
Gina: Maybe we're interested in another match as well... and the prize it could offer that should already belong to us.
Gia & Gina grin and giggle as they reach back and yank the Australian flag down before proceeding to wrap themselves in it, finally giving the censors a break. As they get intimate with a symbol of Australia, though, they know full well they've got all the gears turning in everyone's brains. Because as far as they're concerned? All that Glimmers is gold... and all the gold should belong to the Glimmers.