05-27-2026, 11:53 PM
As we open up, we find ourselves in what looks like a massive walk-in closet. While that may not seem too out of the ordinary at first, it should probably come as no surprise at this point when we see that the vast majority of outfits on display in this space is nothing but lingerie. Some is more modest than others, some definitely scream “revealing” without even being on somebody's body, and some probably even have you questioning how that can legally be called lingerie or even clothing at all. There's a few other outfits that we find, such as bikini sets in varying degrees of revealing, sexy outfits that are clearly meant more for a male figure than a female one, sexy outfits in general that are probably awakening all sorts of inner feelings you probably didn't even know you'd buried. The lingerie, however, has been deliberately arranged to be the most prominent display, and the reason why makes themselves known fairly quickly as the screen becomes awash in pixellation.
Gia & Gina Glimmer, both clearly naked, saunter into the scene with the kind of sexy swagger in their generous hips that have already ruined countless pairs of underwear from men and women alike watching this, and the grins on their faces make it clear they're fully aware of this. SCW may be doing their best to censor this in post-production, but it's clear the Glimmers aren't going to let that stop them as they display their tag team title belts on a dresser right underneath a large mirror affixed to the back wall before deliberately taking their time examining some of the more revealing lingerie options, bending over to shove their big juicy peaches right into our field of vision or leaning back as they hold skimpy bras up against their prominent breasts.
Gia(?): Mmm... thoughts on this one sis?
Gina(?): I don't know if it's revealing enough... maybe this one?
Gia(?): If we pair the thong with a lacier bra so the fans can really enjoy what's underneath.
Gina(?): Maybe... what do you guys think?
It's at this point that the twins finally acknowledge our presence, amused over the blatant show they've been putting on for us despite SCW's best efforts to “hide the goods.” Gia (we're assuming) has a bra held up against her tits that looks more like a couple of straps tangled together than an actual bra, while Gina (again, we're assuming) looks like she's contemplating probably the tiniest thong that has ever been made while side-eyeing us.
Gia(?): So, we've been hearing that Breakdown here in Milwaukee this week is a special “fan's choice” edition, which means all you lucky sinners out there get to feel the power and decide how the show plays out.
Gina(?): You get to decide what kind of match Glory and Kemal get to put you all to sleep to, because let's be honest, neither one of them ever has or ever will be interesting and that's why neither one is world champion material.
Gia(?): You also get to decide what kind of match Gavin gets murdered in, and while we probably shouldn't condone murder on live television... well, Gavin's an annoying asshole and watching someone like Chris Dumont get escorted away in handcuffs to spend the rest of his life behind bars would be fucking hilarious, so that's a win-win for everybody.
Gina(?): You also get to decide who gets to try and ruin all our lovely little plans for Taking Hold of the Flame... which got the two of us thinking that maybe we could use some fan input ourselves.
Gia(?): It's the least we can do to make it up to all of you for not letting you guys and girls be the judges for our little Lingerie Showdown in Vegas.
Gina: Sorry guys... it's nothing personal, but while I was jotting down the exact wording for my trios contract before I turned it in, I realized that even if a lot of you have been turning on Amelia lately now that she's become Selena Frost Jr, you all still love Luz enough that it miiiiiight cloud your judgment. Hence why I had to go a different route for deciding who wins that half of the fun. But don't worry, you all get to enjoy the sexiest show SCW will ever have the honor of producing, and you can still help us by letting us know which of these lovely lingerie options around us you might like to see on that night. And not just on us either... let's be honest, do any of you think such a clean, cutesy couple would have anything remotely close to options like these to flaunt those figures they've been trying so hard to hide?
Gia: It also gives you fans some actual power to help us out since SCW still seems pretty damn keen on disrespecting us!
Gia, as we can now confirm (assuming we trust the twins' word) proceeds to throw the “bra” at us, somehow landing perfectly to cover most of our field of vision but still offering enough of a tantalizing view of the twins that whoever worked to censor this doesn't take any chances in taking their foot off that gas pedal. That proves to be a wise decision as it's not long before Gina is peeling the strap-bra away so we have a clear shot once more, tossing it aside along with the tiny thong she was looking over as she nods her head towards Gia, who surprisingly looks offended.
Gia: You know, we get it. We really do. We know a lot of the old deadbeats in management haven't exactly valued us too highly because we're walking catastrophes when it comes to broadcast standards and all that shit. But one thing you can never deny is that no matter how much CHBK freaks out over his job anytime we're on screen, or anytime Franky acts like he's going to pop a blood vessel even though he was more than happy to stand beside us when Gina was handed her trios contract, the Glimmer Sisters are the sole reason why SCW's ratings are the highest they've ever been and why tickets for Taking Hold of the Flame sold out in seconds the moment we made our big announcement last week! And yet, SCW has the audacity to make us the consolation prize for a fan's choice Breakdown?
Gina: My twin has a point. Even if this is some ploy to try and upend some of our fun little plans for my trios cash-in, it doesn't change the fact that what this vote should really be for is who gets to be humbled and humiliated next by the greatest women in SCW history, with the loser getting the consolation prize of having a U.S. title shot. After all, I already proved during trios that Meghan Strader is nowhere near good enough as a woman or as a wrestler to measure up to the likes of us.
Gia: If anything, you fans should make your voices heard and tell SCW to ditch the whole “consolation prize” bullshit and add us to the poll. We all know we'd have your vote, and you'd all get to see the Glimmers dripping in even more gold we've already more than earned.
Gina helps give Gia's words some visual aid as she happens to find a very skimpy golden thong lingerie set with some very suggestive cuts in certain areas, holding it up against her body and giving us a sexy little wink. Said lingerie ends up being draped over the tag title belts as Gina starts to drop some of her playfulness as well now.
Gina: We know SCW won't do that, though. They want to protect the old cowgirl from being embarrassed by us again, and we're pretty sure dear Franky is now desperate to find any way possible to cancel my little trios idea... even though his friends on the board already signed off on it. Anything to keep protecting the Light in the Darkness I guess... wonder how Luz feels about any of this, though.
Gia: We can always find out on Breakdown after we're done getting up to some kinky clown shit and once again proving why we're the true greatest, and hottest, tag team in SCW period. I'm sure somebody thinks that we'd be at a disadvantage not knowing who exactly we get to play with, but I'm pretty sure that didn't quite work during fatal fortunes, so everyone on the voting ballot shouldn't get their hopes up if they don't get the nod to kick Meggy Sue's ass.
Gina: I have to say though sis, there are quite a few interesting combinations we could meet in that ring, and I'm pretty sure most of them all hate each other. Maybe not as much as Selena & Xander did, but it's still a good warm-up for the real show in Las Vegas in a few weeks.
Gia: Like our old friend Dexter Grant. Hi Dexy-Poo... hope you don't mind us borrowing that from your pal Kimmy, not that we care either way. We'd ask how you've been after we spiced up and shut down your little “crusade” out in a parking lot back during fatal fortunes, but we're pretty sure you're going to come up with excuses about how you sabotaged yourself when you and your random partner would have lost that night regardless, just like you're going to bitch and moan about how getting your ass kicked by us yet again is all because you were forced to team with someone who hates you.
Gina: That's kind of what happens when you lean too hard into the whole “paranoid anti-social media dipshit” shtick, you tend to piss people off. After all, social media is a wonderful invention where our sinful little show gets to advertise itself to draw in crowds from all over the world, especially when our show isn't exactly available abroad when it comes to touring. That's the shitty thing about business dealings, you know.
Gia: Sad but true, just like it's sad but true that Dexy-Poo's all pissed off at us because he, like everyone else in the locker room who takes this whole business way too seriously, actually thought you were going to use your contract on his desperate little friend and the babe he's got a hard-on over.
Gina: Yeah, sorry we kind of led you and Wendell on, Destiny. It was an idea we were genuinely considering since we were always looking for a hot little act that was going to redefine the SCW landscape and the tag team division for the better, but when Amelia won the world title... well, the idea we went with was just too tempting to resist. Our offer is still very much on the table if you two are interested though... assuming you both remember that you're consenting adults and you don't need Dexter's permission to have some fun. We're truly sorry that you've become such a delusional loser that you, Dexter, think you have any right to tell us what we can and can't do, especially when you'll soon be calling us the only world champions, tag team or otherwise, that SCW will ever need anymore.
Gia: But please, keep concocting conspiracies about how you could never measure up to us, how even your new little gothic playmate you were hoping to come at us with is only going to let you down just as much as you let yourself down on a daily basis. At the very least, that's one thing you have in common with another old friend of ours in David Striker.
The twins exchange looks, unable to keep themselves from giggling like the kinky clowns they are at the mention of Striker. They lean back, gently tossing the golden lingerie aside as they grab their tag title belts and hold them up like they're daring someone to come and take it from them. The perspective does help shield their bodies somewhat, which allows for whoever's been tasked with censoring this to have a little bit of a break finally.
Gina: Long time no see David. We'd ask if you still hate our guts, but the fact that you traded out the original two idiots we humbled when we first won these belts for two brand new idiots who are going to fare just as well if and when they even make it to the top of Mt. Glimmer tells us all we need to know. Alex and Wil couldn't get the job done, you and Dante couldn't get the job done... wonder how your new boyfriends Gabriel and Kevin feel about you having to abandon your little Troupe activities by screwing them over and getting to hold these with someone else first?
Gia: That, of course, is assuming you can even beat us, and we all know that's not happening. Face it David, we know we're under your skin and in your head. It doesn't matter who your partner is when the fans make it painfully clear they see no value in you through the vote, because your desire to destroy us above all else is going to cost your team this golden opportunity. Maybe you and Dexter can compete to see who gets the two of you disqualified first, but it doesn't change the fact that all your little threats of violence still amount to jack and shit even now.
Gina: Go ahead and get your shot glasses ready, because if you're brave enough, you can make a drinking game out of how many times he calls us cheats, frauds, claims we don't deserve these titles when we've beaten literally almost every team this place has thrown at us, threatens violence the likes of which has never been seen before... you get the gist, and if you do decide to play that game, we wish your liver luck.
Gia: Just as we wish David luck in convincing us that he is, in any way, intimidating. I mean, seriously dude... you really think we don't know that stupid “horror movie knockoff” shit with some guy in a rabbit costume is somehow related to either you or one of your lame ass buddies who are all frothing at the mouth that literally none of you ever have or ever will be good enough to beat us, no matter how much you think we're just a couple of glorified strippers? Sometimes, facts are facts David: there exist people in this world who are just better than you, and we don't need junk between our legs to know that we've got your number and nobody on this roster teaming with you could change that.
Gina: Although... it would be perfect if our little warm-up show before the Lingerie Showdown turned out to be probably the only two people in this pool who might actually get along.
Whoever is on censorship duty finds their break over as Gia & Gina lower the titles and fully expose themselves once again, setting to work placing the belts around their seductively sinful waists to sit perfectly on their hypnotic hips. It's hard to miss that they put the belts on backwards, but this proves to be intentional as they both turn around and bend over, asses pressed together side-by-side and engulfing most of our view as they glance over their shoulders, sultry grins firmly in place.
Gia: Not a bad view, huh?
Gina: Be honest with us Colleen... we know you want these juicy asses of ours so damn badly that you're resisting the urge to “distract” yourself right now.
Gia: Be honest with yourself while you're at it. You want so badly to say we don't belong here, that we don't deserve to be champions, basically parroting everything we know David's going to say because he thinks he's so original. But believe it or not, we've seen you competing... more for whenever we decide we want to turn that TV title belt of yours into a new title bra we can share, but it's kind of hard to watch you compete and miss the sight of you taking that big ol' ass of yours and treating it like a weapon. Deep down, you know our asses have yours beat... bigger, juicier, and none of the cellulite while still being all natural perfection.
Gina: But considering you're all about trying to literally flatten people with your fat ass and even proudly using that as a threat, you kind of lose any right to take offense to what we do when you're out here doing the exact same thing. Sorry MacDonald's Big Mac, it's nothing personal and we really do think that ass of yours deserves so much more attention than it's been receiving lately, especially now that you've left your whiny little friend behind to keep throwing her temper tantrums, but if you think that either David or Dexter is going to help you become a double champion, then maybe you would be better off letting us relieve you of that gold that's become so much of a burden on you that it's made you delusional.
Gia: It would look so much better on us anyway, and we'd even let you get to experience that Glimmerican Dream personally if you're interested. But we know you're going to kill the mood by ignoring everything we say and proving how much of a hypocrite you are... that's exactly the reason why we came up with the hot little act we're putting on at Taking Hold of the Flame.
Gina: If the three possible options in this vote prove anything, it's that I made the right choice using my trios contract in the way I did. For as much as we've run the show around here and the numbers prove that SCW revolves around the Glimmer Sisters right now, you all are taking this business way too fucking seriously and we need to inject a little levity into the proceedings.
Gia: That's why we're going to dance our way down to the ring in the Fiserv Forum come Thursday night and entertain the masses against any combination of Dexter, David or Colleen before ultimately proving once again why we are the goddesses you all bow down to.
Gina: Then we're going to strut our way into Las Vegas and help Amelia & Luz with a little marriage counseling while opening their minds to the joys of being as open and free with themselves as we are.
Gia: And the exclamation point will be when we make Rise to Glimmer a reality as we become your new co-world champions and prove, once and for all...
Gina: ...that all that Glimmers in SCW truly is gold, and we won't stop until we're holding it all.
With that, the twins proceed to blow us over-the-shoulder kisses before giving their ample asses hearty spanks, enticing us with the hypnotic jiggle and sway. They don't bother to leave, willing to stay and let us admire the view of something genuinely bootyful until our scene as a whole finally fades to black, much to our disappointment.
Gia & Gina Glimmer, both clearly naked, saunter into the scene with the kind of sexy swagger in their generous hips that have already ruined countless pairs of underwear from men and women alike watching this, and the grins on their faces make it clear they're fully aware of this. SCW may be doing their best to censor this in post-production, but it's clear the Glimmers aren't going to let that stop them as they display their tag team title belts on a dresser right underneath a large mirror affixed to the back wall before deliberately taking their time examining some of the more revealing lingerie options, bending over to shove their big juicy peaches right into our field of vision or leaning back as they hold skimpy bras up against their prominent breasts.
Gia(?): Mmm... thoughts on this one sis?
Gina(?): I don't know if it's revealing enough... maybe this one?
Gia(?): If we pair the thong with a lacier bra so the fans can really enjoy what's underneath.
Gina(?): Maybe... what do you guys think?
It's at this point that the twins finally acknowledge our presence, amused over the blatant show they've been putting on for us despite SCW's best efforts to “hide the goods.” Gia (we're assuming) has a bra held up against her tits that looks more like a couple of straps tangled together than an actual bra, while Gina (again, we're assuming) looks like she's contemplating probably the tiniest thong that has ever been made while side-eyeing us.
Gia(?): So, we've been hearing that Breakdown here in Milwaukee this week is a special “fan's choice” edition, which means all you lucky sinners out there get to feel the power and decide how the show plays out.
Gina(?): You get to decide what kind of match Glory and Kemal get to put you all to sleep to, because let's be honest, neither one of them ever has or ever will be interesting and that's why neither one is world champion material.
Gia(?): You also get to decide what kind of match Gavin gets murdered in, and while we probably shouldn't condone murder on live television... well, Gavin's an annoying asshole and watching someone like Chris Dumont get escorted away in handcuffs to spend the rest of his life behind bars would be fucking hilarious, so that's a win-win for everybody.
Gina(?): You also get to decide who gets to try and ruin all our lovely little plans for Taking Hold of the Flame... which got the two of us thinking that maybe we could use some fan input ourselves.
Gia(?): It's the least we can do to make it up to all of you for not letting you guys and girls be the judges for our little Lingerie Showdown in Vegas.
Gina: Sorry guys... it's nothing personal, but while I was jotting down the exact wording for my trios contract before I turned it in, I realized that even if a lot of you have been turning on Amelia lately now that she's become Selena Frost Jr, you all still love Luz enough that it miiiiiight cloud your judgment. Hence why I had to go a different route for deciding who wins that half of the fun. But don't worry, you all get to enjoy the sexiest show SCW will ever have the honor of producing, and you can still help us by letting us know which of these lovely lingerie options around us you might like to see on that night. And not just on us either... let's be honest, do any of you think such a clean, cutesy couple would have anything remotely close to options like these to flaunt those figures they've been trying so hard to hide?
Gia: It also gives you fans some actual power to help us out since SCW still seems pretty damn keen on disrespecting us!
Gia, as we can now confirm (assuming we trust the twins' word) proceeds to throw the “bra” at us, somehow landing perfectly to cover most of our field of vision but still offering enough of a tantalizing view of the twins that whoever worked to censor this doesn't take any chances in taking their foot off that gas pedal. That proves to be a wise decision as it's not long before Gina is peeling the strap-bra away so we have a clear shot once more, tossing it aside along with the tiny thong she was looking over as she nods her head towards Gia, who surprisingly looks offended.
Gia: You know, we get it. We really do. We know a lot of the old deadbeats in management haven't exactly valued us too highly because we're walking catastrophes when it comes to broadcast standards and all that shit. But one thing you can never deny is that no matter how much CHBK freaks out over his job anytime we're on screen, or anytime Franky acts like he's going to pop a blood vessel even though he was more than happy to stand beside us when Gina was handed her trios contract, the Glimmer Sisters are the sole reason why SCW's ratings are the highest they've ever been and why tickets for Taking Hold of the Flame sold out in seconds the moment we made our big announcement last week! And yet, SCW has the audacity to make us the consolation prize for a fan's choice Breakdown?
Gina: My twin has a point. Even if this is some ploy to try and upend some of our fun little plans for my trios cash-in, it doesn't change the fact that what this vote should really be for is who gets to be humbled and humiliated next by the greatest women in SCW history, with the loser getting the consolation prize of having a U.S. title shot. After all, I already proved during trios that Meghan Strader is nowhere near good enough as a woman or as a wrestler to measure up to the likes of us.
Gia: If anything, you fans should make your voices heard and tell SCW to ditch the whole “consolation prize” bullshit and add us to the poll. We all know we'd have your vote, and you'd all get to see the Glimmers dripping in even more gold we've already more than earned.
Gina helps give Gia's words some visual aid as she happens to find a very skimpy golden thong lingerie set with some very suggestive cuts in certain areas, holding it up against her body and giving us a sexy little wink. Said lingerie ends up being draped over the tag title belts as Gina starts to drop some of her playfulness as well now.
Gina: We know SCW won't do that, though. They want to protect the old cowgirl from being embarrassed by us again, and we're pretty sure dear Franky is now desperate to find any way possible to cancel my little trios idea... even though his friends on the board already signed off on it. Anything to keep protecting the Light in the Darkness I guess... wonder how Luz feels about any of this, though.
Gia: We can always find out on Breakdown after we're done getting up to some kinky clown shit and once again proving why we're the true greatest, and hottest, tag team in SCW period. I'm sure somebody thinks that we'd be at a disadvantage not knowing who exactly we get to play with, but I'm pretty sure that didn't quite work during fatal fortunes, so everyone on the voting ballot shouldn't get their hopes up if they don't get the nod to kick Meggy Sue's ass.
Gina: I have to say though sis, there are quite a few interesting combinations we could meet in that ring, and I'm pretty sure most of them all hate each other. Maybe not as much as Selena & Xander did, but it's still a good warm-up for the real show in Las Vegas in a few weeks.
Gia: Like our old friend Dexter Grant. Hi Dexy-Poo... hope you don't mind us borrowing that from your pal Kimmy, not that we care either way. We'd ask how you've been after we spiced up and shut down your little “crusade” out in a parking lot back during fatal fortunes, but we're pretty sure you're going to come up with excuses about how you sabotaged yourself when you and your random partner would have lost that night regardless, just like you're going to bitch and moan about how getting your ass kicked by us yet again is all because you were forced to team with someone who hates you.
Gina: That's kind of what happens when you lean too hard into the whole “paranoid anti-social media dipshit” shtick, you tend to piss people off. After all, social media is a wonderful invention where our sinful little show gets to advertise itself to draw in crowds from all over the world, especially when our show isn't exactly available abroad when it comes to touring. That's the shitty thing about business dealings, you know.
Gia: Sad but true, just like it's sad but true that Dexy-Poo's all pissed off at us because he, like everyone else in the locker room who takes this whole business way too seriously, actually thought you were going to use your contract on his desperate little friend and the babe he's got a hard-on over.
Gina: Yeah, sorry we kind of led you and Wendell on, Destiny. It was an idea we were genuinely considering since we were always looking for a hot little act that was going to redefine the SCW landscape and the tag team division for the better, but when Amelia won the world title... well, the idea we went with was just too tempting to resist. Our offer is still very much on the table if you two are interested though... assuming you both remember that you're consenting adults and you don't need Dexter's permission to have some fun. We're truly sorry that you've become such a delusional loser that you, Dexter, think you have any right to tell us what we can and can't do, especially when you'll soon be calling us the only world champions, tag team or otherwise, that SCW will ever need anymore.
Gia: But please, keep concocting conspiracies about how you could never measure up to us, how even your new little gothic playmate you were hoping to come at us with is only going to let you down just as much as you let yourself down on a daily basis. At the very least, that's one thing you have in common with another old friend of ours in David Striker.
The twins exchange looks, unable to keep themselves from giggling like the kinky clowns they are at the mention of Striker. They lean back, gently tossing the golden lingerie aside as they grab their tag title belts and hold them up like they're daring someone to come and take it from them. The perspective does help shield their bodies somewhat, which allows for whoever's been tasked with censoring this to have a little bit of a break finally.
Gina: Long time no see David. We'd ask if you still hate our guts, but the fact that you traded out the original two idiots we humbled when we first won these belts for two brand new idiots who are going to fare just as well if and when they even make it to the top of Mt. Glimmer tells us all we need to know. Alex and Wil couldn't get the job done, you and Dante couldn't get the job done... wonder how your new boyfriends Gabriel and Kevin feel about you having to abandon your little Troupe activities by screwing them over and getting to hold these with someone else first?
Gia: That, of course, is assuming you can even beat us, and we all know that's not happening. Face it David, we know we're under your skin and in your head. It doesn't matter who your partner is when the fans make it painfully clear they see no value in you through the vote, because your desire to destroy us above all else is going to cost your team this golden opportunity. Maybe you and Dexter can compete to see who gets the two of you disqualified first, but it doesn't change the fact that all your little threats of violence still amount to jack and shit even now.
Gina: Go ahead and get your shot glasses ready, because if you're brave enough, you can make a drinking game out of how many times he calls us cheats, frauds, claims we don't deserve these titles when we've beaten literally almost every team this place has thrown at us, threatens violence the likes of which has never been seen before... you get the gist, and if you do decide to play that game, we wish your liver luck.
Gia: Just as we wish David luck in convincing us that he is, in any way, intimidating. I mean, seriously dude... you really think we don't know that stupid “horror movie knockoff” shit with some guy in a rabbit costume is somehow related to either you or one of your lame ass buddies who are all frothing at the mouth that literally none of you ever have or ever will be good enough to beat us, no matter how much you think we're just a couple of glorified strippers? Sometimes, facts are facts David: there exist people in this world who are just better than you, and we don't need junk between our legs to know that we've got your number and nobody on this roster teaming with you could change that.
Gina: Although... it would be perfect if our little warm-up show before the Lingerie Showdown turned out to be probably the only two people in this pool who might actually get along.
Whoever is on censorship duty finds their break over as Gia & Gina lower the titles and fully expose themselves once again, setting to work placing the belts around their seductively sinful waists to sit perfectly on their hypnotic hips. It's hard to miss that they put the belts on backwards, but this proves to be intentional as they both turn around and bend over, asses pressed together side-by-side and engulfing most of our view as they glance over their shoulders, sultry grins firmly in place.
Gia: Not a bad view, huh?
Gina: Be honest with us Colleen... we know you want these juicy asses of ours so damn badly that you're resisting the urge to “distract” yourself right now.
Gia: Be honest with yourself while you're at it. You want so badly to say we don't belong here, that we don't deserve to be champions, basically parroting everything we know David's going to say because he thinks he's so original. But believe it or not, we've seen you competing... more for whenever we decide we want to turn that TV title belt of yours into a new title bra we can share, but it's kind of hard to watch you compete and miss the sight of you taking that big ol' ass of yours and treating it like a weapon. Deep down, you know our asses have yours beat... bigger, juicier, and none of the cellulite while still being all natural perfection.
Gina: But considering you're all about trying to literally flatten people with your fat ass and even proudly using that as a threat, you kind of lose any right to take offense to what we do when you're out here doing the exact same thing. Sorry MacDonald's Big Mac, it's nothing personal and we really do think that ass of yours deserves so much more attention than it's been receiving lately, especially now that you've left your whiny little friend behind to keep throwing her temper tantrums, but if you think that either David or Dexter is going to help you become a double champion, then maybe you would be better off letting us relieve you of that gold that's become so much of a burden on you that it's made you delusional.
Gia: It would look so much better on us anyway, and we'd even let you get to experience that Glimmerican Dream personally if you're interested. But we know you're going to kill the mood by ignoring everything we say and proving how much of a hypocrite you are... that's exactly the reason why we came up with the hot little act we're putting on at Taking Hold of the Flame.
Gina: If the three possible options in this vote prove anything, it's that I made the right choice using my trios contract in the way I did. For as much as we've run the show around here and the numbers prove that SCW revolves around the Glimmer Sisters right now, you all are taking this business way too fucking seriously and we need to inject a little levity into the proceedings.
Gia: That's why we're going to dance our way down to the ring in the Fiserv Forum come Thursday night and entertain the masses against any combination of Dexter, David or Colleen before ultimately proving once again why we are the goddesses you all bow down to.
Gina: Then we're going to strut our way into Las Vegas and help Amelia & Luz with a little marriage counseling while opening their minds to the joys of being as open and free with themselves as we are.
Gia: And the exclamation point will be when we make Rise to Glimmer a reality as we become your new co-world champions and prove, once and for all...
Gina: ...that all that Glimmers in SCW truly is gold, and we won't stop until we're holding it all.
With that, the twins proceed to blow us over-the-shoulder kisses before giving their ample asses hearty spanks, enticing us with the hypnotic jiggle and sway. They don't bother to leave, willing to stay and let us admire the view of something genuinely bootyful until our scene as a whole finally fades to black, much to our disappointment.