07-15-2026, 10:08 PM
On the surface, it was all fun and games... standard fare in regards to the Glimmer Sisters.
Beneath the surface however, not all was well in Glimmerland, and that was a major problem as far as Gia & Gina were concerned.
While Taking Hold of the Flame had blown up in the twins' faces, they still acted like they'd truly won, all things considered. The fun they had with Amelia & Luz (depending on how much of a stick you have up your ass) easily made everything worth it despite the loss, and crashing the battle royal had only amplified things. True, they were missing their tag team gold once again, but it was only a matter of time before they got it back.
Unfortunately, it seemed like that time wasn't coming soon enough, and the Glimmers only needed one guess to figure out why.
They truly hadn't expected Franky Delatosso to be such a stiff after he'd openly been in support of the twins' fulfilling his vision of what SCW was all about during the trios tournament, considering he posed with Gina after her team had won without issue. And yet, all it took was cashing in that contract on a once in a lifetime opportunity on his biggest investment(s) (plural if you counted Luz, and the twins absolutely did right about now because they were petty like that) for his mood to sour completely. It should have been a no-brainer in their eyes: Luz defending those tag titles all on her own as the twins got their rematch at Rise To Greatness, knowing that he wouldn't dare book Amelia twice.
Quick. Easy money. The twins would have their gold back. Simple as that.
And yet, they were three weeks out from the show they had practically renamed after themselves, and it was looking like they weren't going to be given that. Luz seemed far too preoccupied worrying about her wife turning into Selena 2.0, and otherwise it seemed like some others who could never hope to compare to the Glimmers and knew it were trying to cut in on their rematch and cut them off entirely by wanting Luz one-on-one, no doubt because Franky begged them to so he'd have an excuse.
Granted, it hadn't helped that what should've been an easy win over two people who hadn't teamed together before who were blinded by their dumb hatred and unrelated nonsense had instead ended in a double DQ. Again, the Glimmers had their fun, but not outright getting the win over Dexter & Scarlett almost felt like an excuse in and of itself they could see their prude of a boss using against them.
Gia: Leave it to a guy like him to prove exactly why SCW needs us so damn badly, huh sis?
Gina: Seriously, it's a wonder the fans haven't just rioted and showed him just how “great” his ideas truly are.
The twins were currently relaxing on a beach... though “relaxing” was a word that came with strings attached to it considering they were in Miami, aka the heart of Antonio's whole operation. They'd been here for longer than they'd planned, to be honest, considering they headed out here immediately after the Kansas City show for Cirque du Sins' annual 4th of July Carnalval, which had taken full advantage of being America's 250th birthday to almost immediately upend Antonio's little scheme about doubling Lucian's loan payments with how much money they'd made.
They'd say it would feel weird leaving only to come back in about two weeks when SCW made their way down here for the Breakdown happening this week, but they'd been explicitly told they were barred from making the trip to Toronto for last week's show, and seeing what the CEO had attempted to pull, they understood why.
Gia: Did he seriously think he was really going to prove his grand vision even without us?
Gina: The guy can blow smoke out his ass all he wants, we don't even need to be there for everything to fall apart on him.
Gia & Gina could giggle about Delatosso's failures all they wanted, the fact that they weren't even allowed to be present last week brought up another problem, and that was the increased payments Antonio was trying to force upon Lucian to finally rip the adult circus away from him.
Not to mention the game he had going that finally had the twins in a bind, and not the kinky kind they preferred.
No appearance last week meant no pay day, which was already infuriating enough considering Antonio had effectively handcuffed the twins to Lucian now in regards to their SCW paychecks to try and keep the circus going, all because he was such a petty asshole who couldn't stand the thought of not only Lucian actually being able to pay back his loan despite all of Antonio's bullshit, but the Glimmers actually having the balls to stand up to him even after he'd made an attempt on their lives. While they hadn't known it at the time, it had been a good thing they proudly flaunted their tits and asses in the stars and stripes that fit their curves so well back around the 4th of July, because one thing Antonio and his cronies couldn't deny Cirque du Sins was the horny spirit that lurked deep in every American heart... among other places.
Perhaps that was why they were still rocking the American flag bikinis... though with how skimpy they were, calling them “bikinis” might be extremely generous. Still, they had hoped some time on the beach before tonight's raunchy circus performance would help clear their heads, but it seemed to be doing them no favors.
Especially not when they were stuck wondering about Antonio's newfound obsession with trying to gamble on them... lest they risk the lives they had built for themselves from nothing finally crumbling around them.
Gia: I still can't believe that fucker thinks he and Vincent actually have one over on us all over a stupid bet.
Gina: To be fair Gia, as much as it makes me gag even admitting it... yeah, by all accounts we should've won at Taking Hold of the Flame. My contract, our match, every advantage possible, and we got lost in all the fun we were having.
Gia: But that still doesn't mean our winning ways, which we were totally fucking getting back to anyways because it's just who we are, have to come with a condition of making him back money he lost! He gambled, he lost, not our damn problem!
Gina: I'm not disagreeing with you, sis. If anything, I'm surprised he wasn't “smart” enough to try this bullshit sooner.
Gia: It's all because he's got a bargaining chip now... I swear to the great goddess of lust and kinky clown fun times above, if I ever see Stryker again in my life, I'm actually going to murder that psycho cowboy in cold blood.
Gina: Maybe don't make such an admission in public? But... yeah, I'm on board, because if Stryker would've just never been such an obsessive asshole in the first place, his whole “macho man” act wouldn't have fucked us over.
Angel: You cunts say that, but you're only now starting to scratch the surface of how low Antonio and Vincent will go.
Gia & Gina whip around from the private spot they'd found on this secluded beach, actually wanting some alone time instead of a crowd of idiots drooling over their bodies. Now, when they heard Angel's voice, they were expecting him to either be wearing a micro speedo that may as well have never existed in the first place, or some sort of bikini to go along with his drag queen look he was so proud of. But no, he was actually dressed very casually in a tanktop and short shorts, still enough to beat the heat but nowhere near sexy enough for them to believe this was the same proud whore they thought they were getting to know.
Gina: What the fuck do you want Angel?
Angel actually flinched a bit at Gina's harsh tone, but for as guilty as she felt, it was warranted and she had to stand by it.
Angel: Look, I'm sorry to bug you both while your pasty asses are trying to tan away some of your bitchiness, but I figured you'd rather hear me deliver the message than have to see Antonio's smug grin right now.
Gia & Gina just exchanged looks, clearly not happy to hear anything pertaining to Antonio in the slightest.
Angel: He wants me to tell you that you get a pass for your last match. No winner means no payout. He ain't too happy about it, but he also wants me to know you won't be making much progress getting him his winnings back this week since everybody and their fucking grandma knows you can beat those weirdo losers from Europe, so- ack! Hey!
At some point while Angel was relaying his message, Gia had stood up and walked over to him, and he'd been so absorbed in rattling it off that he somehow hadn't noticed until Gia was grabbing him by the tanktop and pulling him down until the two were nose to nose.
Angel: If you're hoping for a kiss, you know damn well I don't-
Gia: Who's side are you fucking on, Angel!?
Angel was taken aback by this, but it only got worse for him as Gia began shaking him on top of it while Gina took her sweet time standing up and brushing the sand off her perfect peach before strutting up behind her sister, but she ultimately made no move to save him. Angel eventually managed to pull himself free, clearly rattled.
Angel: The fuck's wrong with you!?
Gia: We could ask you the same question, asshole!
Gina: You know, we thought there might've been some sort of connection between us. Yeah, you first showed up to Cirque du Sins because Antonio was trying to replace us with you, and he probably still is for all we know, but we thought we'd gotten past all that shit.
Gia: We saw what he does to you and we stepped in to help because all of it is wrong.
Angel: I told you before I didn't ask for your help, nor was helping someone like me a good idea, but you did it anyway.
Gia: Duh, because you shouldn't be used and abused like that, and we don't regret trying to help you get out from underneath him.
Gina: We know you think you're so damn worthless Angel, but we honestly disagree. The fact that Antonio even gave you the task of trying to dethrone our plump, juicy asses in the first place is proof that you're worth something and he's just trying to keep you from believing that yourself.
Angel: What do you want from me, huh!? You want me to stand here and admit that Vincent encouraged me to come back and try to drag some secrets out of you so he and Antonio could finally get you dancing to their directions? Good fucking job I did of that, huh? I fucked that all up and they managed to get that dirt on you without me. Forgive me if I'm just trying to make sure I survive in this fucking hole I dug for myself.
Gia & Gina just stared down Angel, who was breathing heavily after his own outburst. Deep down, they were certain they knew why he was trying to pry so much into them ever since he came back, but to now have it confirmed felt like a dagger to the heart. Despite that, though... they couldn't blame him. Not when his life was still literally owned by that deranged loan shark.
Gia: Look Angel... for as pissed as we are that you're trying to work against us, we know there's a part of you that wants us to save you from him.
Gina: You saved us on New Year's Eve. You can claim you were repaying a debt or whatever, but you wouldn't have saved two worthless whores like us if you didn't think we could get us all out of this.
Angel looked back and forth between the two of them, on the verge of tears as he struggled to process their logic and the shocking sincerity behind it. It was something no one had really seen from the Glimmers before, but that's what made it all the more impactful. Perhaps that was why Angel had ultimately turned and ran up the beach, back towards where the circus was set up, but Gia & Gina let him go.
It was just like their tightrope act: a delicate balance was needed if they were going to ultimately break Antonio's grip on Angel, and despite how messy everything was getting around them, the twins weren't done fighting yet, no matter who tried to get in their way.
Perhaps it's no surprise that if Breakdown's going to be taking place in Miami, then we're going to find ourselves on the beach. The sun is shining, the day is hot, and plenty of fine looking men and women are all enjoying the sand and the surf, as one does when they want to beat the heat. That said, there's a particularly large crowd of hunky men and curvy women all gathered around one specific spot, and it quickly becomes apparent why when we slip our way through the crowd to find Gia & Gina Glimmer happily laying on towels and soaking up some sun, their figures clad in American flag bikinis that are so tiny and skimpy you can already feel the censors on standby. The crowd around them is practically worshiping them like goddesses as they just smirk, occasionally giving a little shake of their asses or jiggle of their boobs to whip them into a frenzy.
Gia(?): You're all too kind.
Gina(?): Seriously, this is the life. Being worshiped like the goddesses we are? If only SCW got the memo.
This causes the crowd around them to boo, which makes them laugh a little bit.
Gia(?): Hey, it's not their fault. Look at poor Franky trying so hard to prove he's more competent than CHBK when we're over here playing them both like fiddles.
Gina(?): True, sis. It's hard to deny that we're SCW's hottest act, and a pair of misfits barely cooperating enough to technically draw us two weeks ago doesn't change that. Our absence was felt pretty heavily in Toronto last week... it's no wonder Frank's efforts for the best show possible went tits up from the moment it started.
Gia(?): It's also why we know he's in the ear of that useless cunt Glory Braddock. Glory, babe, we know you know who we are. We've kicked your daughter's ass so many times she's practically begging to crawl back up into your ancient rotten cooch out of shame that we've proven your family name means jack and shit.
Gina(?): The fact of the matter is Glory, you're trying to get in our way. Your inevitable failure to prove you're worth any titles around here, much less the world title, is not more important than the two of us taking back what is rightfully ours, especially if it means getting to play with 'little' Luz again. Do yourself a favor, bitch: retire. Never come back, and stay out of our way if you don't want those withered old bones broken by two women who outclass you in any way.
Gia(?): Rise To Glimmer needs to see the two of us pay Luz back for Taking Hold of the Flame and reclaim our gold, not... whatever you think you can still offer without embarrassing yourself like you did against a real Ash-hole last week.
The Glimmers deciding to adopt a common nickname for Asher Hayes gets a few laughs out of their captive audience.
Gina(?): We don't blame you, though... running to Franky D. and proving you truly are no better than Amelia is because your ego just has to take the spotlight over our rematch, because you know he'll bend over backwards and give it to you just to spite us for wanting to play with his favorite toys. And yes Luz, that includes you, because your little act about 'saving' Amelia isn't enough to convince us otherwise.
Gia(?): That's the whole reason we have to waste some time here in Miami humiliating the European Fraud Nation once again, like the proud American queens we clearly are.
That gets the admirers around them to start a chant of 'USA!” which is either going to drive the EFN nuts or remind them of Gavin... honestly hard to tell these days. Gina (we're assuming) reaches over and spanks Gia (again, we're assuming), which silences the crowd due to the enticing jiggle they receive for doing so.
Gina(?): Now sis, I wouldn't exactly say 'again.' True, we've kicked their asses time and time again, even made quite the show out of it at last year's Rise To Glimmer, but we're not exactly facing Dakoff and Ludpig again.
Gia(?): Right, this time we get to dominate Dakoff's brother Oskoff and his big hunky friend Faperico... maybe even introduce them to these girls.
As if the temptation of calling back to that incident from last year was too strong, Gia(?) proceeds to untie her bikini top and the stars and stripes are soon pulled away from her chest. Pixellation immediately replaces it, but their crowd of admirers get the uncensored view and absolutely lose their minds over it.
Gia(?): I know Oskar's shitting bricks at this view because he's just as dull and worthless as his brother, and I'm waiting for him to go on the same tangent of “violence, blood, destroy” like these guys are a bunch of European cavemen or something. But you, Federico... we know you're interested in this sight.
Gina(?): You really don't fit with these clowns, bud. You're all about that big, muscular body and how proud you are of it, the polar opposite of a bunch of guys who obsess over wanting to bathe in blood like they're a Satanic cult or something. And putting in so much work on a body like that... it deserves to be rewarded, don't you think?
Gia(?): Except... you're probably not going to see it that way. You're not like some of the hunks around us right now, all of whom put your muscles to shame big guy, because you clearly don't appreciate some delicate feminine curves. You're probably just going to gloat about how your physique means you're going to easily crush us like some macho misogynist pig, maybe even claim our tits and asses are fat and not in the good way to pump yourself up like metaphorical steroids.
It's at this point that the Glimmers both stand up, making a slow and sensual show out of it as the crowd loses their minds again. Gina even reaches back and undoes her own bikini top, letting it drop to the sand as her breasts also get censored, but that doesn't stop the twins from flaunting their bodies and making sure we get a very good look at all of their enticing curves.
Gina(?): Look at us Faperico, and you too Oskoff. Yeah, we're sexy as sin, but look at how toned our bodies are, these lithe figures that have devoted countless hours to being more flexible and agile than you could ever know. These bodies are superior to your little meathead menagerie because our strength isn't as obvious, and we know it's going to make your brain burst trying to figure out how two “weak” “little” girls handed you your ass on a silver platter.
Gia(?): We know it's going to be especially embarrassing to you, Oskar. I mean, you have the chance to actually succeed where your brother's failed time and time again, but you're just going to prove the Theron name is absolutely worthless when you fall flat on your face and it becomes the throne one of our asses will happily claim as we pin you.
Gina(?): Don't feel too bad though. The EFN being an absolute joke and the Glimmers using you at platforms to get back to where we truly belong is just how things work around here.
Gia(?): And no, the extra motivation of wanting to prove you're such good attack dogs to Franky isn't going to change this outcome, because that would imply you're any good at that too.
Gina(?): But don't worry. Gia and I will happily give you both a taste of the Glimmerican dream, and when you realize it's far superior to whatever algae-laced bullshit Gavin's spewing... we'll gladly make real men out of you on our way to Rise To Glimmer... and the title rematch we're expecting to find waiting for us there.
The Glimmers both give sultry winks as they press their booties together and thrust their chests out, letting their crowd of Miami admirers fawn over and worship their every delicious curve as we figure now's probably the best time to leave them be.
Beneath the surface however, not all was well in Glimmerland, and that was a major problem as far as Gia & Gina were concerned.
While Taking Hold of the Flame had blown up in the twins' faces, they still acted like they'd truly won, all things considered. The fun they had with Amelia & Luz (depending on how much of a stick you have up your ass) easily made everything worth it despite the loss, and crashing the battle royal had only amplified things. True, they were missing their tag team gold once again, but it was only a matter of time before they got it back.
Unfortunately, it seemed like that time wasn't coming soon enough, and the Glimmers only needed one guess to figure out why.
They truly hadn't expected Franky Delatosso to be such a stiff after he'd openly been in support of the twins' fulfilling his vision of what SCW was all about during the trios tournament, considering he posed with Gina after her team had won without issue. And yet, all it took was cashing in that contract on a once in a lifetime opportunity on his biggest investment(s) (plural if you counted Luz, and the twins absolutely did right about now because they were petty like that) for his mood to sour completely. It should have been a no-brainer in their eyes: Luz defending those tag titles all on her own as the twins got their rematch at Rise To Greatness, knowing that he wouldn't dare book Amelia twice.
Quick. Easy money. The twins would have their gold back. Simple as that.
And yet, they were three weeks out from the show they had practically renamed after themselves, and it was looking like they weren't going to be given that. Luz seemed far too preoccupied worrying about her wife turning into Selena 2.0, and otherwise it seemed like some others who could never hope to compare to the Glimmers and knew it were trying to cut in on their rematch and cut them off entirely by wanting Luz one-on-one, no doubt because Franky begged them to so he'd have an excuse.
Granted, it hadn't helped that what should've been an easy win over two people who hadn't teamed together before who were blinded by their dumb hatred and unrelated nonsense had instead ended in a double DQ. Again, the Glimmers had their fun, but not outright getting the win over Dexter & Scarlett almost felt like an excuse in and of itself they could see their prude of a boss using against them.
Gia: Leave it to a guy like him to prove exactly why SCW needs us so damn badly, huh sis?
Gina: Seriously, it's a wonder the fans haven't just rioted and showed him just how “great” his ideas truly are.
The twins were currently relaxing on a beach... though “relaxing” was a word that came with strings attached to it considering they were in Miami, aka the heart of Antonio's whole operation. They'd been here for longer than they'd planned, to be honest, considering they headed out here immediately after the Kansas City show for Cirque du Sins' annual 4th of July Carnalval, which had taken full advantage of being America's 250th birthday to almost immediately upend Antonio's little scheme about doubling Lucian's loan payments with how much money they'd made.
They'd say it would feel weird leaving only to come back in about two weeks when SCW made their way down here for the Breakdown happening this week, but they'd been explicitly told they were barred from making the trip to Toronto for last week's show, and seeing what the CEO had attempted to pull, they understood why.
Gia: Did he seriously think he was really going to prove his grand vision even without us?
Gina: The guy can blow smoke out his ass all he wants, we don't even need to be there for everything to fall apart on him.
Gia & Gina could giggle about Delatosso's failures all they wanted, the fact that they weren't even allowed to be present last week brought up another problem, and that was the increased payments Antonio was trying to force upon Lucian to finally rip the adult circus away from him.
Not to mention the game he had going that finally had the twins in a bind, and not the kinky kind they preferred.
No appearance last week meant no pay day, which was already infuriating enough considering Antonio had effectively handcuffed the twins to Lucian now in regards to their SCW paychecks to try and keep the circus going, all because he was such a petty asshole who couldn't stand the thought of not only Lucian actually being able to pay back his loan despite all of Antonio's bullshit, but the Glimmers actually having the balls to stand up to him even after he'd made an attempt on their lives. While they hadn't known it at the time, it had been a good thing they proudly flaunted their tits and asses in the stars and stripes that fit their curves so well back around the 4th of July, because one thing Antonio and his cronies couldn't deny Cirque du Sins was the horny spirit that lurked deep in every American heart... among other places.
Perhaps that was why they were still rocking the American flag bikinis... though with how skimpy they were, calling them “bikinis” might be extremely generous. Still, they had hoped some time on the beach before tonight's raunchy circus performance would help clear their heads, but it seemed to be doing them no favors.
Especially not when they were stuck wondering about Antonio's newfound obsession with trying to gamble on them... lest they risk the lives they had built for themselves from nothing finally crumbling around them.
Gia: I still can't believe that fucker thinks he and Vincent actually have one over on us all over a stupid bet.
Gina: To be fair Gia, as much as it makes me gag even admitting it... yeah, by all accounts we should've won at Taking Hold of the Flame. My contract, our match, every advantage possible, and we got lost in all the fun we were having.
Gia: But that still doesn't mean our winning ways, which we were totally fucking getting back to anyways because it's just who we are, have to come with a condition of making him back money he lost! He gambled, he lost, not our damn problem!
Gina: I'm not disagreeing with you, sis. If anything, I'm surprised he wasn't “smart” enough to try this bullshit sooner.
Gia: It's all because he's got a bargaining chip now... I swear to the great goddess of lust and kinky clown fun times above, if I ever see Stryker again in my life, I'm actually going to murder that psycho cowboy in cold blood.
Gina: Maybe don't make such an admission in public? But... yeah, I'm on board, because if Stryker would've just never been such an obsessive asshole in the first place, his whole “macho man” act wouldn't have fucked us over.
Angel: You cunts say that, but you're only now starting to scratch the surface of how low Antonio and Vincent will go.
Gia & Gina whip around from the private spot they'd found on this secluded beach, actually wanting some alone time instead of a crowd of idiots drooling over their bodies. Now, when they heard Angel's voice, they were expecting him to either be wearing a micro speedo that may as well have never existed in the first place, or some sort of bikini to go along with his drag queen look he was so proud of. But no, he was actually dressed very casually in a tanktop and short shorts, still enough to beat the heat but nowhere near sexy enough for them to believe this was the same proud whore they thought they were getting to know.
Gina: What the fuck do you want Angel?
Angel actually flinched a bit at Gina's harsh tone, but for as guilty as she felt, it was warranted and she had to stand by it.
Angel: Look, I'm sorry to bug you both while your pasty asses are trying to tan away some of your bitchiness, but I figured you'd rather hear me deliver the message than have to see Antonio's smug grin right now.
Gia & Gina just exchanged looks, clearly not happy to hear anything pertaining to Antonio in the slightest.
Angel: He wants me to tell you that you get a pass for your last match. No winner means no payout. He ain't too happy about it, but he also wants me to know you won't be making much progress getting him his winnings back this week since everybody and their fucking grandma knows you can beat those weirdo losers from Europe, so- ack! Hey!
At some point while Angel was relaying his message, Gia had stood up and walked over to him, and he'd been so absorbed in rattling it off that he somehow hadn't noticed until Gia was grabbing him by the tanktop and pulling him down until the two were nose to nose.
Angel: If you're hoping for a kiss, you know damn well I don't-
Gia: Who's side are you fucking on, Angel!?
Angel was taken aback by this, but it only got worse for him as Gia began shaking him on top of it while Gina took her sweet time standing up and brushing the sand off her perfect peach before strutting up behind her sister, but she ultimately made no move to save him. Angel eventually managed to pull himself free, clearly rattled.
Angel: The fuck's wrong with you!?
Gia: We could ask you the same question, asshole!
Gina: You know, we thought there might've been some sort of connection between us. Yeah, you first showed up to Cirque du Sins because Antonio was trying to replace us with you, and he probably still is for all we know, but we thought we'd gotten past all that shit.
Gia: We saw what he does to you and we stepped in to help because all of it is wrong.
Angel: I told you before I didn't ask for your help, nor was helping someone like me a good idea, but you did it anyway.
Gia: Duh, because you shouldn't be used and abused like that, and we don't regret trying to help you get out from underneath him.
Gina: We know you think you're so damn worthless Angel, but we honestly disagree. The fact that Antonio even gave you the task of trying to dethrone our plump, juicy asses in the first place is proof that you're worth something and he's just trying to keep you from believing that yourself.
Angel: What do you want from me, huh!? You want me to stand here and admit that Vincent encouraged me to come back and try to drag some secrets out of you so he and Antonio could finally get you dancing to their directions? Good fucking job I did of that, huh? I fucked that all up and they managed to get that dirt on you without me. Forgive me if I'm just trying to make sure I survive in this fucking hole I dug for myself.
Gia & Gina just stared down Angel, who was breathing heavily after his own outburst. Deep down, they were certain they knew why he was trying to pry so much into them ever since he came back, but to now have it confirmed felt like a dagger to the heart. Despite that, though... they couldn't blame him. Not when his life was still literally owned by that deranged loan shark.
Gia: Look Angel... for as pissed as we are that you're trying to work against us, we know there's a part of you that wants us to save you from him.
Gina: You saved us on New Year's Eve. You can claim you were repaying a debt or whatever, but you wouldn't have saved two worthless whores like us if you didn't think we could get us all out of this.
Angel looked back and forth between the two of them, on the verge of tears as he struggled to process their logic and the shocking sincerity behind it. It was something no one had really seen from the Glimmers before, but that's what made it all the more impactful. Perhaps that was why Angel had ultimately turned and ran up the beach, back towards where the circus was set up, but Gia & Gina let him go.
It was just like their tightrope act: a delicate balance was needed if they were going to ultimately break Antonio's grip on Angel, and despite how messy everything was getting around them, the twins weren't done fighting yet, no matter who tried to get in their way.
*~*~*~*
Perhaps it's no surprise that if Breakdown's going to be taking place in Miami, then we're going to find ourselves on the beach. The sun is shining, the day is hot, and plenty of fine looking men and women are all enjoying the sand and the surf, as one does when they want to beat the heat. That said, there's a particularly large crowd of hunky men and curvy women all gathered around one specific spot, and it quickly becomes apparent why when we slip our way through the crowd to find Gia & Gina Glimmer happily laying on towels and soaking up some sun, their figures clad in American flag bikinis that are so tiny and skimpy you can already feel the censors on standby. The crowd around them is practically worshiping them like goddesses as they just smirk, occasionally giving a little shake of their asses or jiggle of their boobs to whip them into a frenzy.
Gia(?): You're all too kind.
Gina(?): Seriously, this is the life. Being worshiped like the goddesses we are? If only SCW got the memo.
This causes the crowd around them to boo, which makes them laugh a little bit.
Gia(?): Hey, it's not their fault. Look at poor Franky trying so hard to prove he's more competent than CHBK when we're over here playing them both like fiddles.
Gina(?): True, sis. It's hard to deny that we're SCW's hottest act, and a pair of misfits barely cooperating enough to technically draw us two weeks ago doesn't change that. Our absence was felt pretty heavily in Toronto last week... it's no wonder Frank's efforts for the best show possible went tits up from the moment it started.
Gia(?): It's also why we know he's in the ear of that useless cunt Glory Braddock. Glory, babe, we know you know who we are. We've kicked your daughter's ass so many times she's practically begging to crawl back up into your ancient rotten cooch out of shame that we've proven your family name means jack and shit.
Gina(?): The fact of the matter is Glory, you're trying to get in our way. Your inevitable failure to prove you're worth any titles around here, much less the world title, is not more important than the two of us taking back what is rightfully ours, especially if it means getting to play with 'little' Luz again. Do yourself a favor, bitch: retire. Never come back, and stay out of our way if you don't want those withered old bones broken by two women who outclass you in any way.
Gia(?): Rise To Glimmer needs to see the two of us pay Luz back for Taking Hold of the Flame and reclaim our gold, not... whatever you think you can still offer without embarrassing yourself like you did against a real Ash-hole last week.
The Glimmers deciding to adopt a common nickname for Asher Hayes gets a few laughs out of their captive audience.
Gina(?): We don't blame you, though... running to Franky D. and proving you truly are no better than Amelia is because your ego just has to take the spotlight over our rematch, because you know he'll bend over backwards and give it to you just to spite us for wanting to play with his favorite toys. And yes Luz, that includes you, because your little act about 'saving' Amelia isn't enough to convince us otherwise.
Gia(?): That's the whole reason we have to waste some time here in Miami humiliating the European Fraud Nation once again, like the proud American queens we clearly are.
That gets the admirers around them to start a chant of 'USA!” which is either going to drive the EFN nuts or remind them of Gavin... honestly hard to tell these days. Gina (we're assuming) reaches over and spanks Gia (again, we're assuming), which silences the crowd due to the enticing jiggle they receive for doing so.
Gina(?): Now sis, I wouldn't exactly say 'again.' True, we've kicked their asses time and time again, even made quite the show out of it at last year's Rise To Glimmer, but we're not exactly facing Dakoff and Ludpig again.
Gia(?): Right, this time we get to dominate Dakoff's brother Oskoff and his big hunky friend Faperico... maybe even introduce them to these girls.
As if the temptation of calling back to that incident from last year was too strong, Gia(?) proceeds to untie her bikini top and the stars and stripes are soon pulled away from her chest. Pixellation immediately replaces it, but their crowd of admirers get the uncensored view and absolutely lose their minds over it.
Gia(?): I know Oskar's shitting bricks at this view because he's just as dull and worthless as his brother, and I'm waiting for him to go on the same tangent of “violence, blood, destroy” like these guys are a bunch of European cavemen or something. But you, Federico... we know you're interested in this sight.
Gina(?): You really don't fit with these clowns, bud. You're all about that big, muscular body and how proud you are of it, the polar opposite of a bunch of guys who obsess over wanting to bathe in blood like they're a Satanic cult or something. And putting in so much work on a body like that... it deserves to be rewarded, don't you think?
Gia(?): Except... you're probably not going to see it that way. You're not like some of the hunks around us right now, all of whom put your muscles to shame big guy, because you clearly don't appreciate some delicate feminine curves. You're probably just going to gloat about how your physique means you're going to easily crush us like some macho misogynist pig, maybe even claim our tits and asses are fat and not in the good way to pump yourself up like metaphorical steroids.
It's at this point that the Glimmers both stand up, making a slow and sensual show out of it as the crowd loses their minds again. Gina even reaches back and undoes her own bikini top, letting it drop to the sand as her breasts also get censored, but that doesn't stop the twins from flaunting their bodies and making sure we get a very good look at all of their enticing curves.
Gina(?): Look at us Faperico, and you too Oskoff. Yeah, we're sexy as sin, but look at how toned our bodies are, these lithe figures that have devoted countless hours to being more flexible and agile than you could ever know. These bodies are superior to your little meathead menagerie because our strength isn't as obvious, and we know it's going to make your brain burst trying to figure out how two “weak” “little” girls handed you your ass on a silver platter.
Gia(?): We know it's going to be especially embarrassing to you, Oskar. I mean, you have the chance to actually succeed where your brother's failed time and time again, but you're just going to prove the Theron name is absolutely worthless when you fall flat on your face and it becomes the throne one of our asses will happily claim as we pin you.
Gina(?): Don't feel too bad though. The EFN being an absolute joke and the Glimmers using you at platforms to get back to where we truly belong is just how things work around here.
Gia(?): And no, the extra motivation of wanting to prove you're such good attack dogs to Franky isn't going to change this outcome, because that would imply you're any good at that too.
Gina(?): But don't worry. Gia and I will happily give you both a taste of the Glimmerican dream, and when you realize it's far superior to whatever algae-laced bullshit Gavin's spewing... we'll gladly make real men out of you on our way to Rise To Glimmer... and the title rematch we're expecting to find waiting for us there.
The Glimmers both give sultry winks as they press their booties together and thrust their chests out, letting their crowd of Miami admirers fawn over and worship their every delicious curve as we figure now's probably the best time to leave them be.