The Vision vs. The Glimmer Sisters

[Kemal Yilmaz]

SCW World Tag Team Championship

4 RP Limit for tag

3500 Word Per RP

Deadline: 11:59:59 pm ET SUNDAY, May 3, 2026

[The Assassin]

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April 18th, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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The waterfront at the Miami Marina stretched out in a long, glittering line where the city met the open water, a place where motion never quite stopped even when the pace slowed. It was early evening, that brief window when the sun hovered low enough to soften the heat but high enough to paint everything in a warm, golden wash. The sky was a layered blend of pale blue fading into amber near the horizon, streaked with thin clouds that caught the light and held it like brushstrokes. The water reflected it all in restless fragments, rippling under the wake of passing boats and the steady pull of the tide. The marina itself was alive with quiet activity. White yachts and smaller boats rocked gently in their slips, their polished surfaces gleaming under the fading sun. Ropes creaked softly against metal cleats. Masts clicked faintly as they shifted with the breeze. Somewhere out on the water, a motor hummed steadily, growing louder for a moment before fading again into the distance. The scent of salt hung in the air, clean and sharp, mixed with hints of fuel and sun warmed wood from the docks. Seagulls circled lazily overhead, their occasional cries cutting through the otherwise steady rhythm of the waterfront. A wide paved path ran along the edge of the marina, bordered by low railings and clusters of palm trees that leaned slightly toward the water as if drawn to it. The path was well used but not crowded, dotted with joggers, couples walking side by side, and the occasional cyclist weaving through at a careful pace. Benches faced the water at regular intervals, some occupied by people watching the boats drift or the sun begin its slow descent. The entire stretch carried a sense of openness, of space to breathe, even as the distant skyline of downtown Miami rose behind it in glass and steel.

It was along this path that Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan ran, their footsteps falling into a steady rhythm that matched the cadence of the water beside them. The sound of their shoes against the pavement blended with the ambient noise of the marina, becoming part of the environment rather than interrupting it. Melinda, The Third Generation Goddess, moved with a smooth, practiced grace that made running look almost effortless. Her posture remained upright and controlled, her strides even and measured. She wore a fitted athletic set in a soft pastel tone, a pale rose sports bra paired with high waisted leggings that followed the lines of her body without restricting her movement. The fabric caught the light with a faint sheen, emphasizing the fluidity of her motion. Her blonde hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail that swayed rhythmically behind her, each step sending it into a controlled arc that never quite lost its shape despite the breeze coming off the water. Braddock’s running shoes were clean and streamlined, designed for performance but chosen with an eye for style as well. A lightweight smartwatch rested on her wrist, its screen occasionally lighting up as it tracked her pace and distance. Even in the middle of exertion, Melinda maintained a composed appearance. A light flush had settled across her cheeks from the run, and a fine layer of sweat caught the fading sunlight along her collarbone and temples, but nothing about her looked strained. She seemed fully in control of her body, her breathing steady, her movements precise.

Fiona, The Boston Badass, running beside her, carried a different kind of energy entirely. Where Melinda was fluid, Fiona was grounded. Her stride had a slight heaviness to it, not from lack of fitness but from the way she drove herself forward, as if each step was a deliberate act rather than a natural flow. She wore a dark athletic tank top that clung to her frame, the fabric dampened slightly with sweat, and a pair of black running shorts layered over compression shorts for support. Her long black hair had been pulled into a loose tie at the back of her head, but strands had already escaped, sticking to her neck and brushing against her face as she ran. Her shoes were well worn but reliable, broken in from repeated use. They struck the pavement with a more audible rhythm than Melinda’s, each step firm and purposeful. Fiona’s arms moved in tighter motions, her hands occasionally clenching and unclenching as if she were working through something beyond the physical effort. There was a tension in her that the run had not fully burned off, a lingering restlessness that showed in the set of her shoulders and the intensity of her gaze. She looked ahead most of the time, focusing on the path in front of her, but every so often her eyes drifted toward the water or the passing figures around them. The openness of the marina offered no real cover, yet something about the wide space seemed to suit her better than enclosed places. The breeze off the water cooled the sweat on her skin, lifting the loose strands of her hair and giving her brief moments of relief from the heat.

This is perfect exercise on a beautiful day in Miami for two-thirds of The Vision who will be challenging The Glimmer Sisters Gia and Gina for the SCW World Tag Team Championship at Hubris. They did battle with the Glimmers once before and came up short, despite Melinda Braddock’s strong belief that Fate was on their side. Now they have earned another opportunity, another chance to claim the gold and avenge that loss in the process. Melinda and Fiona also recognize that this time they might even have an advantage. The champions are seemingly focused on other problems within their careers; namely the use of their Trios Contract and harassing Dexter Grant. As a third generation wrestler who grew up in the business, Melinda knows all too well that too much distraction can be costly. The Vision could easily take advantage of this distraction and become champions. This could be the time that Fate truly is on the side of The Vision. The sisters also recognize that this could be their last opportunity. They already had one shot and failed. If they cannot get the job done this time, it may be a long time before The Vision will get another opportunity.

The pressure to perform and to win the tag team championship at Hubris isn’t the only thing on the mind of The Vision at this moment. There is an awkward, tense silence in the air as Melinda and Fiona make their run along the marina waterfront and get their exercise in; Melinda knows precisely why her adopted sister Fiona is tense right now. The emergence of Todd Osbourne, Fiona’s former foster, has created problems for The Boston Badass. Fiona has been constantly debating with herself as to whether or not she should give Todd another chance. She isn’t sure if she should trust him. And in this sense, Todd Osbourne is becoming a distraction for Fiona and, thus, distracting The Vision in their quest to become SCW World Tag Team Champions.

Together, they moved in sync despite their differences, their pace naturally aligning as they followed the curve of the waterfront. The golden light stretched their shadows along the pavement, merging and separating as they ran past the palm trees and benches. A jogger passed them going the opposite direction, offering a brief nod that Melinda acknowledged with a quick glance, while Fiona barely seemed to notice. The marina continued to unfold beside them, boats shifting gently in their slips, water lapping against the docks in a steady rhythm. The city loomed behind, its presence felt more than seen, while the open expanse of the water stretched out ahead, endless and calming in its own quiet way. As they rounded a bend in the path where the view widened and the sun dipped lower toward the horizon, their pace began to ease just slightly, the run transitioning from exertion into something more reflective. The moment settled around them, the sounds of the marina softening, the light deepening, and the weight of unspoken thoughts pressing just close enough to the surface that words felt inevitable.

“You’re tense…” Melinda remarks, finally breaking the silence after several quick awkward glances in Fiona’s direction.

“No, I’m not.” Fiona insists, shaking her head. “I’m good. Honest.”

“Are you sure?” Melinda asks, arching her brow curiously. “I mean, Hubris is coming up. This is our second shot at the SCW World Tag Team Championship. We are facing The Glimmer Sisters.”

“Yeah, the brats who beat us last time.” Fiona growls. “I’m gonna enjoy stomping them into the ground.”

“Yes, well, it appears as if this time Fate will gift us the victory and the championship. The Glimmers are distracted…busy worried with Dexter Grant, Wendell, Destiny, and even their Trios Contract…it seems that they have forgotten all about us.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “It is the perfect setup for a tag team championship victory.”

“Don’t give me that fate talk of yours, Mels.” Fiona snaps back furiously. “I’m definitely not in the mood for it. You always speak of fate and yet we still haven’t won the SCW tag straps. The big guy still hasn’t won back the Television Title. The Vision is still barely making any waves in this damn company. If fate’s plan for us is to just be a place holder for adult movie circus act rejects like The Glimmers then fate can shove it.”

The Third Generation Goddess lets the words hang high in the air as she studies Fiona’s face carefully. Melinda Braddock is well aware that Fiona does not buy into the notion of fate, nowhere near as much as she and Clyde Sutter do. But this outburst seems rare, even for Fiona. Braddock slowly comes to a stop near a bench and sits down. Fiona looks confused for a brief moment but shrugs her shoulders as she jogs over and joins Melinda, sitting next to her sister on the bench. They lock eyes. Melinda studies her carefully, intensely.

“Something else is bothering you.” Melinda states.

“No.” Fiona shakes her head. “I already told you, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure nothing is bothering you? Because if something is bothering you…or, rather, if SOMEONE is bothering you, even Fate may not be able to help us against The Glimmers at Hubris.”

There is a tense staredown between Melinda and Fiona. Finally The Boston Badass sighs and nods her head.

“Alright, I admit it…I’m a little stressed.” Fiona points a finger at Melinda. “But hell, you would be too if the man who raised you and failed miserably suddenly wants a damned do-over.”

“I figured as much.” Melinda nods her head. She then places a comforting gentle hand on Fiona’s shoulder. “But the important question here is for you; do YOU want a do-over?”

“Yeah…I mean, no…” Fiona is stumbling over her words, finally she just shrugs her shoulders as she becomes thoroughly indecisive “...maybe, I don’t really know. I mean, I admit that I want to believe he’s changed. I want to believe he is trying, that he is sincere. But something is off, Mels.”

“His methods are what’s off.” Melinda remarks. “He’s borderline stalker as opposed to a concerned father figure.”

“I want him to be better. I want to trust him.” Fiona sighs. “But I’m scared that if I do trust him, that if I open my heart to him again that he will just hurt me all over again.”

“I understand how scary it must be. And I do mean it when I say I understand, because I have been through it myself when my own biological father wanted to re-enter my life.” Melinda then sighs. “And I hate to come off harsh and blunt but at some point you need to deal with this, Fiona.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Melinda asks curiously. “Because you keep going back and forth, one moment you want to give him a chance, the next you seem afraid to; but at some point you need to make a clear decision. At some point you do need to figure out what you are going to do about Todd Osbourne whether you decide to give him a chance or whether you decide to cast him out of your life permanently.” Melinda shakes her head. “But you cannot go on being indecisive, because this right here is serving as a distraction and The Vision cannot afford any distractions, especially not going into Hubris.”

“I know, damn it!” Fiona exclaims. “I know! Do you think I want to lose to those scantily clad circus freaks again? Do you think I want to suffer the indignation of losing to those adult film star rejects again?”

“I know you don’t.” Melinda shakes her head. “And we are so close to winning the SCW World Tag Title. But you need to have your head in the game if we are to get the job done. You need to be focused and on the same page with me if we are to win.”

“Heh, and here I thought Fate decides everything.” Fiona smirks knowingly. “Sounds like you’re not as solid about fate as you make it seem.”

“Clyde is a bit more extreme about fate than I am.” Melinda smiles warmly. “I admit, certain outside factors can potentially influence fate’s grand design. And this right here…” she taps Fiona on her head “...your mental state could influence it.”

“It’s good to hear you’re not as extreme as the big guy.” Fiona snickers. Melinda smiles, sensing that Fiona is finally calming down.

“So are we good?”

“We’re good, definitely.” Fiona nods her head. “I think I can put this Todd business behind us soon and then when we roll into Australia I’ll be one hundred percent focused on winning some gold.”

Fiona stands back up, assuming that she and Melinda will be resuming their run. But Melinda firmly, but gently, grabs her by the arm and pulls her back down onto the bench. Melinda shakes her head.

“Not yet.”

“Huh?”

“We’re going to run back home soon enough but not yet. I want to make certain that you meant what you said. No more indecision, Fiona. You have to make a plan.”

“I meant it, Mels.” Fiona nods her head. “Geez, I meant it. What more do you want from me?”

“A plan for how you will deal with Todd.”

“Do we have to talk about this now?” Fiona asks. Melinda nods her head.

“Yes because if we don’t, you will just put it off again and we’ll back right where we started. So right here, right now, you will make a plan for how you will deal with Todd. We get that over with now. Then we can turn our focus to The Glimmers, to Hubris.”

“Fine.” Fiona sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Where should we start?”

“The obvious question is first; are you going to give him a chance or just try and kick him out of your life?”

“Well, I dunno…” Fiona’s voice trails off as she studies Melinda’s stoic gaze carefully “...wait, you said your dad tried to return to your life and it worked out, right?”

“It worked out beautifully.” Melinda nods her head. “He’s a very good man, very generous. He still helps mom and me out whenever we need it. I think he still feels guilty for running out on her after he got her pregnant with me.”

“Giving you anything you want because he feels guilty for how he treated you, eh?” Fiona snickers. “Sounds like another guy I know.”

“Clyde is different.”

“Riiiiiight…” Fiona winks playfully.

“My point is that yes, I have experienced what you have been through. Lucky for me, it all worked out.”

“True.” Fiona nods her head. “And y’know, maybe it will work out for me too?”

“So you do want to give him another chance?”

“I aint gonna lie, Mels, I’m still worried, I’m still nervous, but yeah, I do wanna give Todd another chance. I wanna see if he’s changed. Y’know?”

“Of course.” Melinda nods her head.

“So maybe it’s time that I met up with him again?” Fiona then looks over at Melinda. “You’ll be with me, right? I’m still not sure I can handle this on my own.” Melinda reaches out and clasps Fiona’s hands.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

[The Assassin]

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April 22nd, 2026
Miami, Florida
Off Camera
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It had been several days since Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, The Vision, had their lengthy conversation at the Miami Marina about what to do regarding the one singular distraction in their lives, more specifically in Fiona’s life; namely, her former foster Todd Osbourne. That discussion has brought them to here to this place, to this time, where they hope to get some resolution on the matter. The cafe Melinda had chosen sat on a quieter street this time, tucked between a boutique clothing store and a narrow bookstore whose front window was crowded with paperbacks and handwritten staff recommendations. It was still unmistakably Miami, the air warm and bright beyond the glass, but the noise of the city was softened here, filtered down to a steady murmur instead of a constant rush. Inside, the cafe leaned into a more intimate atmosphere. The lighting was warm and low compared to the harsh brightness outside, coming from a combination of pendant lamps and sunlight that spilled through tall front windows. The walls were painted in soft neutral tones, decorated with framed prints and a few abstract canvases that added color without drawing too much attention. A long wooden counter stretched along one side of the room, behind which a barista moved with practiced efficiency, the hiss of steaming milk and the clink of ceramic cups blending into a familiar background rhythm. The smell of coffee was rich and constant, layered with hints of vanilla and baked goods that had been cooling in a glass display case near the register. Small tables were scattered throughout the space, each one just large enough for two or three people. Some were occupied by quiet conversations, others by individuals working on laptops or scrolling through their phones. There was a sense of privacy without isolation, a balance that made it feel like a safe place to sit without inviting attention. The low hum of voices created a kind of cover, a buffer that allowed conversations to exist without carrying too far.

Melinda and Fiona sat at a table near the back, positioned so they had a clear view of the entrance without being directly in the line of sight from the street. It was a deliberate choice, one that gave them control over the moment of arrival. The table itself was simple, dark wood with a smooth surface that reflected the soft glow of the overhead light. Two drinks sat untouched between them, condensation gathering slowly on the glass. Melinda looked composed, almost statuesque in her stillness. She wore a fitted ivory blouse with subtle detailing along the collar and cuffs, paired with a high waisted skirt in a muted pastel tone that fell neatly to her knees. The outfit was elegant without being overly formal, perfectly suited to a setting that called for quiet control rather than overt display. Her blonde hair was styled in soft waves, each strand in place as though it had been arranged with careful intention. A delicate gold necklace rested at her collarbone, catching the light when she shifted even slightly. Her posture was straight, her shoulders relaxed, her hands resting lightly on the table near her drink. There was no visible tension in her, no restless movement or fidgeting. She appeared entirely at ease, but the calm was not passive. It carried a quiet authority, the kind that came from knowing exactly where she stood and what she was prepared to handle. Her gaze occasionally flicked toward the entrance, measured and unhurried, before returning to the space in front of her.

Across from her, Fiona was anything but still. She sat with her weight slightly forward, one elbow resting on the table while the other hand hovered near her drink as if she might pick it up and then thought better of it each time. Her long black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, less controlled than Melinda’s, a few strands slipping forward every time she shifted. She wore a dark gray long sleeve shirt pushed up to her forearms and a pair of black jeans, the fabric worn just enough to suggest comfort over style. Her boots were planted firmly beneath the table, one foot tapping faintly against the floor before she caught herself and stilled it again. There was a tightness in her expression that refused to fade. Her jaw set, then relaxed, then set again. Her eyes moved more often than Melinda’s, drawn repeatedly to the door, to the windows, to the people around them. Even in a place this calm, Fiona carried a sense of alertness that bordered on unease. It was not fear exactly, not in a way she would have admitted out loud, but it was close enough to sit uncomfortably in her chest. The memory of their last meeting with Todd Osbourne lingered like a shadow she could not quite shake. Being back in a cafe, waiting again, knowing he would walk through the door at any moment, brought all of it rushing back in quiet, persistent waves. The public setting helped, the presence of other people, the controlled environment, the knowledge that she was not alone. But it did not erase the past. It did not make the anticipation easier.

“You’re nervous…” Melinda states. Fiona sighs and rolls her eyes.

“Damn right I am!”

“It will be ok. I’m here for you.”

“I know, Mels, and I appreciate it.” Fiona chuckles. “I almost wish the big guy were here.”

“Clyde?”

“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “No offense, but your boyfriend is far more intimidating.”

“No offense taken, love.” Melinda smirks knowingly. “But as you are aware, Clyde is in Charlotte handling…other business.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“But I do have your back.” Melinda states. “And we DO have to get this finished. We cannot have any further distractions, we cannot have you thinking about Todd Osbourne while we are in Melbourne preparing to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”

“Yeah, and we WILL be ready for that!” Fiona exclaims. “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let us get beat by those two clowns The Glimmers again.”

“And we won’t.” Melinda shakes her head. “I am certain that this time the victory will be ours. This time we will take them down and take the gold away from them.”

Melinda’s calm stood in sharp contrast to Fiona’s restless energy, yet it did not feel disconnected. It felt intentional. Grounding. Every so often, without making a show of it, Melinda’s presence seemed to pull Fiona back just enough to keep her from spiraling too far into her own thoughts. It was subtle, almost invisible to anyone watching from the outside, but it was there. Around them, the cafe continued as if nothing significant was about to happen. A couple near the window laughed quietly over something on a phone screen. A man at the counter waited for his order, glancing occasionally at the menu overhead. The barista called out a name, setting a cup down with a soft tap. The door opened and closed intermittently, each time letting in a brief wash of brighter light and the faint sounds of the street outside.

Fiona’s eyes flicked toward it every time. The seconds stretched just enough to feel noticeable, each one carrying the weight of expectation. The drinks on the table remained mostly untouched. The air between them held steady, calm on one side, taut on the other.

The soft chime of the cafe door cut through the low murmur of conversation, subtle enough that most of the room barely registered it. Fiona did. Her eyes snapped toward the entrance before she could stop herself, her body reacting a fraction of a second ahead of her thoughts. For a brief moment, the rest of the cafe seemed to fall away for her, the warm lighting, the quiet conversations, the steady rhythm of normal life shrinking into background noise as her focus narrowed completely.

Todd Osbourne stepped inside.

“Calm down.” Melinda whispered. “It’ll be alright. You will be alright.”

“Shut up.” Fiona whispers back.

He looked much the same as he had before, which in itself felt almost jarring. There was no visible transformation, no outward sign that time or reflection had reshaped him into someone new. He was still that same middle ground presence, a man who blended into most environments without drawing much attention. His dark hair was neatly combed, though the humidity had already begun to soften it at the edges. He wore a light button down shirt, this one a muted gray blue, sleeves rolled to his forearms in an attempt at casual ease. His slacks were pressed but not sharply tailored, and his shoes, practical and worn in, made a quiet sound against the cafe floor as he stepped further inside.

For a moment, he paused just beyond the doorway, his eyes adjusting to the softer interior light. Then he scanned the room. It did not take long for him to find them. There was a subtle shift in his expression when he did, something small and controlled, but noticeable if someone was watching closely. Recognition, certainly. Perhaps something else layered beneath it. He straightened slightly, as if preparing himself, and then began to make his way toward their table.

Todd moved through the cafe with careful awareness, conscious of the space, of the people around him, of the two women waiting at the back. He did not rush, but there was a purpose to his steps. As he passed other tables, he remained largely unnoticed, just another customer navigating the room. Only when he drew closer did the tension at their table begin to stand out against the otherwise easy atmosphere. When he finally reached them, he slowed, stopping just beside the empty chair across from Fiona and Melinda. Up close, the details of him became clearer again. The faint lines at the corners of his eyes. The slight wear in his clothes that spoke of regular use rather than careful presentation. The effort in his posture, the way he held himself as if aware that every movement mattered.

For a brief second, the three of them existed in a quiet pocket of stillness, the rest of the cafe continuing around them as if nothing of significance had changed. The barista called out another order. A chair scraped softly across the floor somewhere behind them. The door chimed again as someone else entered. Life continued. Todd rested a hand lightly on the back of the empty chair, his eyes moving between Fiona and Melinda, measuring, uncertain but trying not to show it.

“Hey… mind if I sit?” Fiona’s jaw tightened for just a fraction of a second before she gave a small, restrained nod.

“Yeah…sit…”

Todd nods his head and sits down. There is still a bit of an awkward silence as none of the three really want to be the one to talk first. Eventually someone must speak and it is ultimately Todd who breaks the ice. He smiles warmly at Fiona, doing his best to muster a warm fatherly smile.

“You look lovely today.”

“Thanks.” Fiona remarks cooly.

“And I see you brought your friend with you.”

“My SISTER.” Fiona corrects him. “And she will be accompanying me every single time I visit with you until I feel I can trust you. Right now I don’t trust you enough.”

“I understand.” Todd nods his head. “But you do trust me enough to request another visit?”

“Yeah.” Fiona remarks. “Be grateful for that.”

“I am most certainly grateful.” Todd states with another nod of his head. “You have surrounded yourself with great people like Melinda, like your new family the Braddocks, and thanks to them you have proven to be quite a success. You and Melinda are the MWCW Tag Team Champions. MWA World Tag Team Champions. And I hear you are traveling to Melbourne, Australia soon to challenge for the SCW World Tag Team Championship, is that right?”

“Yeah, at Hubris.” Fiona nods her head. “We’re facing two dweebs from a porno called The Glimmer Sisters.”

“Heh,” Todd chuckles “well I’m sure you will do great. And winning a third company’s tag title will be an incredible achievement especially for someone like you who is still so new to the wrestling business. I am just amazed at how far you have come along, Fiona.”

“I know how good I am.” Fiona retorts. “And I don’t need your praise.”

“You cannot just win her back by praising her, Osbourne.” Melinda chimes in cooly. “It almost comes off as if you are surprised, that you didn’t think she could make it. And, for your information, Fiona could have made it even without me and my family.”

“I…I’m sorry…” Todd sighs “...I can understand how that all came out. I didn’t mean for it to come off that way. I just don’t know how to talk to you without messing up. But I am trying. Honestly, I am trying.”

“You could start by just being honest.” Fiona states bluntly. “Cut the bullshit. Tell me how you really feel.”

“Honestly?” He shrugs his shoulders. “Maybe I just don’t know how else to be? I was raised in a super traditional environment. Heck, when I first learned you had approached Glory Braddock about training you, I was furious.”

“I remember.” Fiona remarks. “That’s when I walked out on you.”

“The idea of women in what I thought of as a man’s sport infuriated me. But looking at you now and how successful you and Melinda have been, well, it has given me pause to reflect. It made me think that maybe I was wrong?”

“MAYBE you were wrong?!” Fiona snaps. “I’m pretty sure you WERE wrong.”

“Fine. I was wrong. I was wrong for trying to control your life. You proved me wrong and I really want to have another shot at being the kind of father figure you deserve…if you’ll let me…”

Fiona and Melinda exchange a quick glance, as if reading each other’s mind. Then Fiona turns and gazes back at Todd Osbourne. She studies him, really studies him. She won’t say this now around Todd; she doesn’t want to give him the pleasure, she would rather have him sit and stew on this for a moment; but she has to admit that as she listened to his words and now, as she looks into his eyes, she doesn’t see the old Todd Osbourne, the chauvinist who treated her horribly. She sees someone…different.

Is she ready to trust? Maybe not just yet. But the fear is no longer there. This is progress and progress is important.

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Vlog #71
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Hello my darlings! Your one and only Third Generation Goddess, your host Melinda Braddock, here along with my co-host, my sister, and future one half of the SCW World Tag Team Champions. Say hello to my lovelies out there in social media, Fiona!

Yeah, I’m Fiona Logan, The Boston Badass, and I’m looking forward to making the trip to Melbourne, Australia so me and Mels can put an end to that joke known as The Glimmer Sisters and win those SCW tag straps.

That’s right, my lovelies, SCW’s next big event is Hubris and it is taking place in Melbourne, Australia home of Wallaby’s, Kangaroos, the Australian Outback, Hugh Jackman, and Chris Hemsworth. Aussies are known for killing things. Supposedly you can’t get into pre-school unless you have murdered someone with your bare hands.

Sounds like the perfect place to break the hearts of Gia and Gina Glimmer. And I really do hope those two clowns are ready because The Vision is definitely ready. This time it won’t be no damn wrestling match. It’s gonna be a war and we intend to win it.

I think we should start there with our hashtag list!

#VisionGoesToWar

#AussieVision

#EndoftheGlimmer

I like that hashtag list because it connects everything perfectly, doesn’t it? The Vision is going to Melbourne, Australia and yes, like Fiona said, this isn’t going to be a wrestling match like last time we met. This is going to be a fight. This is going to be a war. And unlike last time, your cute little tricks will not save you from fate.

Y’know, I have no problem giving the devil their due; you managed to beat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost. But let’s be real here; if Xander and Selena had been on the same page, you two wouldn’t be standing there with the straps right now. You took advantage of the fact that those two couldn’t get along.

But guess what? Me and Mels are always on the same page. Now at Shattered Reality, yeah, you beat us, but it took your cutesy little tricks to get the job done. Mels and I have learned from the mistakes of Shattered Reality and this time we are taking no prisoners. We walk out with those titles and we leave you to be carried out on a damn stretcher.

Time for another hashtag, am I right?

#NewTagChamps

And after all is said and done, that hashtag will be trending all over social media. The Vision will be trending all over social media. The image of myself and Fiona with the SCW World Tag Team Championship will be all over social media.

And the fate of The Glimmer Sisters? Forgotten.

#ForgottenGlimmers

#YourFateIsSealed

[Glimmer]

Perhaps it was no surprise that once the Glimmer Sisters landed in Melbourne, the very first thing they did was head to the beach.

Which beach?

Hell if they knew. A beach was a beach and as long as they could flaunt their bodies in skimpy bikinis while they relaxed, nothing else mattered to them.

If anything, they felt like they'd earned this.

Sure, maybe another win over the European Fiery Nation on Breakdown wasn't anything groundbreaking, but to a small extent they had shown Dakon and Ludvig firsthand that if they wanted to play their hardcore games, the twins would happily play along and beat them at it. Add in the fun little temptation of messing with Gavin Taylor's religious advisor or whatever Religious Wright was supposed to be and further getting under the skin of a man who liked to claim he was above their antics in Dexter Grant, and they felt they'd had a fun Breakdown to cap off weeks of teasing everyone with their potential plan for Gina's trios contract.

Gina: You think if we reveal our real plans for what I want to use that thing for, we can sweet talk someone with the power to do so to still book us in something sexy and fun with Destiny and her little boyfriend?

Gia: With the influence we hold? I don't think it'll be that hard, especially with Dexy boy already thinking the world's against him like the nutjob he is. Only thing he's missing is the tinfoil hat!

The twins couldn't help but laugh within the changing tent they shared as they pulled on their bikinis of choice, if they could even be called bikinis. Easily the smallest G-string thongs known to man vanished between their thick, juicy cheeks, and the sheer bikini tops that were supposed to cover their breasts were blatantly designed to do a very poor job of it considering they only covered the nipples... if you count the fact you could see said nipples through the see-through fabric as covering them. The fact that they were skin-colored as well further sold the illusion that they were practically naked, and they couldn't help but grin as they assessed one another.

Gia: What do you think Melinda & Fiona would say if they saw us right now?

Gina: Probably calling us some version of embarrassments, on top of a million and one dumb hashtags and thinking they've already got this match won because of 'fate' or whatever.

Gia: Yeah... not gonna take that bet. Those two are as predictable as they are delusional.

Gina: Seriously... I can't wait to put them down again and then move on to the real fun.

Gia: You know if we're going to have this exact plan go off without a hitch, we need a very specific winner for that world title match, right?

Gina: Good thing it's a four way dance which means there's nothing stopping us from getting the exact scenario we want if need be.

Gia: Especially the look on Selena's stupid face when all is set and done! That'll show the bitch that you don't treat someone you supposedly love like shit and expect to piggyback off of their hard work just to get your way.

Gia & Gina couldn't resist that grating, haughty laugh they loved to do, even if no one was listening to get annoyed with it and give them the satisfaction. They clearly had plans regarding the Hubris pay-per-view that didn't revolve entirely around adding another successful tag title defense over The Vision to their resumes. One might think they were making a mistake by not taking Melinda & Fiona seriously, but considering how much they'd already dominated the tag team scene without needing to take anybody too seriously, that might be the only thing giving those two a fighting chance.

Of course, it would all be for naught at the end of the night, but no one can say the Glimmers weren't at least trying to help out a couple of charity cases.

As they stepped out of the changing tent and stretched out, embracing the beautiful Australian weather while getting a head start on flaunting everything they had for the locals, they had to admit that for as much as SCW's touring schedule got on the nerves sometimes, it did have some positives. And right now? One such positive was being away from the circus.

It had been an odd experience watching Cirque du Sins operate without them being a part of the show at all. Granted, they were used to watching other acts before they went on, but to see an entire show play out without any involvement from them at all?

It just felt weird and wrong to them.

Sure, Lucian's logic was surprisingly sound as for all they knew, SCW could spring some big European or Asian multi-show tour on them later this year and their ringmaster would have to figure out how to run his shows without them for longer than a week, but it left them feeling weird about being present to perform and yet not allowed to step into the spotlight as Lucian gave this plan of his a trial run knowing full well Gia & Gina would have to end up here in Australia by the end of the month after the last pay-per-view was in jolly old England.

The bigger issue hanging over their heads right now, though, was Angel... more specifically, how weird he'd been acting lately.

Granted, the drag queen had given them a weird vibe back when he first showed up to the circus to fill in while the twins were beyond America's borders, but at least they knew his attitude back then was all just to please Antonio for his own safety as he'd been tasked with ultimately trying to take the twins' jobs from them altogether, leaving them vulnerable to the twisted machinations of the psychopathic loan shark. They thought things were on much better terms after they went out of their way to try and figure out how to free Angel from Antonio's deranged grip, but something just seemed more off than before now.

They wanted to pin this on either Antonio or his associate Vincent somehow, but they had nothing truly concrete to prove anything, and the last thing they wanted to do was push too hard and actually send Angel right back to those scumbags if they were wrong.

As much as they hated being away from the circus right now while Angel was acting funnier than usual, just in case it was part of some twisted ploy, being an ocean away gave them time to think through what they knew and sort out their gameplan once they were back in the States.

Gina: Alright, getting down to actual business...

Gia: Do we have to, sis? Can't we just relax and figure this out when we're back at the hotel?

Gina: Now's probably the best time sadly and you know exactly why.

Gia just let out a groan as she and her twin continued to strut along the beach, catching just about every gaze imaginable as was the norm for them.

Gia: You're right. It's just... what do we even have to go off of right now? We know Vincent talked Antonio into loosening Angel's leash enough to actually let Lucian properly hire him to perform, and that's pretty much it.

Gina: Well, we also know that Angel is just as afraid of Vincent as he is of Antonio, and we've seen how much of a narcissistic psycho creep that porn director likes to present himself as.

Gia: There's also the fact that Angel's been trying to get to know us better... but he's asking questions we've never answered for anybody before, not even Lucian. Granted, we do know more about him that he's comfortable with...

Gina: I'll admit that we're at fault there, but we had good intentions even if he seriously believes he's worthless and being Antonio's sex slave is the best he deserves in life.

Gia: You don't think Vincent's-

Woman: Oi mates! What do you think you're doing looking like that in public!?

The Glimmers turned to look at a woman who was approaching them, making sure she knew exactly how pissed off they were about her interrupting their important conversation. The woman didn't back down, though, seemingly not knowing nor caring who they were as she motioned back to what looked like a little family gathered together, except the man who was likely her husband was trying to cover his son's eyes while struggling not to take in the delicious sight of their curves himself. They couldn't blame him... when it came to looks, they had this frumpy broad beat any day of the week.

Gia: Uh, enjoy the beach? Duh.

Gina: And you're rudely interrupting a rather important conversation we were having.

Woman: I don't care! You bloody tourists are always coming here and trying to be a bad influence on our kids! You know that outfits like yours is illegal in public even on the beach, right?

The twins just scoffed and rolled their eyes. They'd heard from Lucian, as an Aussie himself, all about how excessive fights over censorship were in his homeland, and they'd done their homework to see just how bad it was. Yeah, maybe they were pushing it with these specific bikinis, but they could confirm bikinis as a whole were only banned on public buses and frowned upon in more commercial areas, so being on the beach in so little was perfectly fine. Still, this woman seemed ready to throw down over how inappropriate and sexualizing the Glimmers were being right now, and they were more than happy to shut up some dumb bitch who clearly blamed her own kind for being proud of what they had and not men like her husband who clearly couldn't keep it in their pants around someone better-looking.

Lucian: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a bloody fucking second, mate! What are you getting your bikini bottoms in a twist over, yeah?

Gia & Gina audibly groaned at the familiar voice, and sure enough, Lucian was bouncing his fat ass over to interject in the issue. They had honestly been surprised when he decided he wanted to come with them, given that he'd never been shy about declaring Australia a hellhole he was glad to have escaped from because of the excessive censorship that was going to prevent him from ever doing anything like Cirque du Sins, but just as they were preparing to catch their flights out here, he'd suddenly revealed that he wanted to take a little vacation and joined them on this trip.

It did ruin the whole point of coming out here for SCW to get away from their circus boss for a bit, but it was admittedly a bit comical to see him and this woman engage in a full-blown argument right in front of them, even if they couldn't understand a word of it. Apparently, being back in his homeland brought the full Australian slang out of Lucian, and even if they were baffled by whatever he was saying to this chick, some of it sounded insane enough that it made them want to laugh.

Eventually, the Australian argument seemed to come to an end as the woman called Lucian a cunt, only for him to laugh his oversized ass off as she realized she'd used foul language within earshot of her kid and stormed off with a face hotter than the sun, angrily dragging her husband and child away “for their own safety.”

Lucian: Oh, bloody fucking hell, mates. Ain't had a good blue like that in a while, yeah? I fucking missed this place... not cunts like her, though.

Gia: Yeah... we're just going to pretend we know what you two said to each other.

Gina: Haven't heard you say half of that shit before, though. You sure you wanted to come back here?

Gia: Yeah, we honestly could've done without the babysitting.

Lucian: Oh, come off it, you cunts. You think I was going to miss the bloody fireworks when the two of you strut your stuff for SCW in my country and give all these fucking groups so obsessed about censorship and being “for the kiddies” and all that junk heart attacks? I'd say that's worth coming back here for!

Gina: And what about the circus?

Lucian: No need to worry your tits off, yeah? I paid Vincent in advance to keep him and Antonio off my bloody back for May, and everyone's been overdue for a vacation anyway. Yeah, we travel the whole fucking country, but we're puttin' on shows so frequently that I'd hardly call it a proper break.

The twins exchanged glances, contemplating what Lucian said about making his loan payment early to cover for the month of May already. Never once had Lucian ever made an early payment, mostly because said payments were basically given to Antonio and now Vincent whenever they showed up to collect, effectively meaning he was on their schedule whether he liked it or not.

Gia: Do we want to know how the hell you got a hold of them to even do that? Seems like something that would piss them off if things aren't being done their way.

Lucian: Vincent gave me his card back when he first showed up to collect payment on Antonio's behalf. I never had a reason to use it before because the guy's definitely freaked me out far more than Antonio has, but he didn't seem to have a problem with coming by and taking the cash sooner, yeah?

Gina: And... what about Angel? If you basically gave everyone a vacation, what's he doing?

At that, Lucian's amusement seemed to die, and the twins knew they weren't going to like the next words out of his mouth.

Lucian: Truth be told, mates? I don't fucking know. Between when you left for the airport and when I caught you before you boarded to join you out here, Antonio called him away. I didn't like the look on his face when he told me, but... he and I know better than to say no to Antonio if he sounds like he's in a mood, yeah?

Gia hissed through her teeth as she sat down in the sand, and Gina wasn't looking any happier. Unfortunately, Lucian was right, and they couldn't blame him on lacking the balls to stand up to a man who'd long since proven he can and will murder over anything that inconveniences him if he can justify it becoming a bigger problem than it seems. Assuming too much about how far Antonio would go even when killing was only going to land him in trouble with authorities was how they had found themselves staring down the barrel of his gaudy ass revolver on New Year's Eve, and like it or not, they still didn't have any way to really break whatever deal Angel had with him... assuming Angel even wanted them to save him, which he'd blatantly refused constantly by this point.

Still, none of what was happening to Angel was right, and the twins just weren't going to let that go without a fight. As far as they were concerned, Angel had so much more worth than he believed, and they were going to give him that chance to realize it for himself and decide his own fate come ell or high water.

Gia: Fuck, I hate this...

Gina: You're not alone, sis. I'd gladly get fired from SCW for murdering Selena in cold blood and offering her corpse up as some sick-as-fuck sacrifice if it meant Angel didn't have to be anywhere near Antonio again.

Gia: Or Vincent for that matter.

Lucian: I wish I knew what else to tell you, mates. I may have Angel under a proper bloody contract now, but whatever shit he's tied up in with Antonio takes priority, yeah? Even if we've seen things would be just fine without you two cunts if need be, I didn't feel right trying my luck after so many shows where he was the star and you two were relaxing without either one of you. Plus, like I said... everyone was due for a proper vacation anyway.

Gina ran a hand through her hair, her frustration over how much everything seemed to have stalled evident. Gia reached up and patted her sister's ass with a sandy hand, leaving a handprint behind on her thicc asscheek, but Gina didn't seem to be cheered up by the effort even if it was drawing more eyes from horny beachgoers to her ass... as well as more scorn from the “overprotective” crowd that Gia didn't hesitate to flip off as soon as she caught sight of them.

Gina: Lucian, can we ask you an honest question for a moment?

Lucian: I'm all ears, mate. Tell daddy Lucian what's on your mind.

Gina: I'm fucking serious, Lucian!

Lucian's eyes went wide as he took a few steps back, hands up as he was ready to beg off. Gia quickly popped up to her feet, hearing some people in the distance hooting over her sand-covered ass jiggling but she ignored them for a change to try and calm Gina down. While it was rare, neither twin had ever seriously snapped at Lucian before, hence why he was understandably freaked out by a legit anger that the Glimmers hadn't busted out since when they addressed Selena for Retribution... and before that, back in school when they had to get their lack of interest through that psycho cowboy Stryker's thick skull.

Lucian: Alright, alright, I'm sorry, yeah? Didn't mean to actually piss you off like that.

Gina let out an audible exhale before exchanging worried glances with Gia.

Gina: Honest answer, Lucian: has Angel seemed... I don't fucking know... off to you at all since he came back?

Gia: Like... asking weird questions or trying to pry for info he shouldn't have? Specifically about us?

Lucian: Well, now that you bloody mention it... Angel was-

???: Angel, huh? Sounds like a pretty little name to me. Care to introduce them to an old friend, ladies? I reckon it's the least you owe me for getting' me locked up in jail for a bit last year.

The Glimmers' eyes both went wide at the sound of a painfully familiar voice they were certain they'd never hear again, especially here in Melbourne of all places. While Lucian looked like he was trying not to shit himself laughing, Gia & Gina both turned and followed his gaze to confirm their fears for themselves.

Short, messy platinum blonde hair.

Short black mustache.

Gold tooth glinting in the sun as he grinned.

Black cowboy hat.

Stereotypical cowboy attire that somehow felt both very out of place and very appropriate in the country of Australia all at the same time.

Standing within arm's reach of them on this Melbourne beach was none other than Stryker himself.

Stryker: Howdy, ladies. Hope I'm not interrupting anything.

He may have tipped his hand to them and tried to sound cordial, but Gia & Gina knew their old classmate better than that. This was the calm before the storm... and like it or not, they were going to have to deal with this entitled lunatic once again, especially if it meant keeping him out of their lives once more.

[The Assassin]

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May 1st, 2026
Melbourne, Australia
Off Camera
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Melbourne carried a different kind of energy than Miami, where Melinda Braddock and Fiona Logan, the duo better known as The Vision, had set up shop for weeks, using it as a protective zone for one Fiona Logan, whose past had come back to haunt her in the form of Todd Osbourne. Before leaving for Melbourne, The Vision had another meeting with Todd. This meeting, like the last, was also rather tense. Nothing much was settled, except Fiona still cannot shake the notion that maybe, just maybe, her former foster really is trying to change his ways. This meeting was awkward and tense, yes, but it was a necessary evil, because The Vision, both of them, need to have clear heads. They need to be focused because, here in Melbourne, they will be challenging for the SCW World Tag Team Championship. It will be their second time challenging for the titles, their second time facing The Glimmer Sisters, and both Melinda and Fiona know that after losing to The Glimmers once, they may not get another opportunity if they lose a second time. They have to make this count.

The heat of Melbourne was softer, the light less aggressive, filtered through a sky that seemed to shift between brightness and overcast without warning. It was a Friday afternoon, and the city moved with a casual confidence, the end of the workweek loosening the pace just enough to make everything feel a little more relaxed. Trams rattled along their tracks with a steady hum, cutting through intersections where pedestrians crossed in clusters, coffee in hand, jackets slung over shoulders. Street art colored the walls of narrow laneways, bold and chaotic, tucked between historic facades and modern storefronts. The thrift shops they had wandered into sat along one of those side streets, just off the main stretch. The kind of place you could miss if you were not looking for it, but once inside, it felt like its own little world. Racks of clothing filled the space in uneven rows, packed tightly together with everything from worn denim jackets to vintage dresses to oversized sweaters that had clearly lived full lives before arriving here. The air carried that familiar secondhand scent, a mix of fabric, time, and faint detergent, layered with the occasional hint of perfume left behind by previous owners. Soft music played from somewhere near the counter, something indie and mellow that blended into the background noise of hangers sliding along metal racks and the low murmur of other shoppers. A couple in the corner flipped through a stack of records. Someone near the front held up a jacket to inspect it in the mirror, turning side to side with a thoughtful expression. The lighting was warm but uneven, casting certain sections in a cozy glow while leaving others slightly dim, as if inviting people to dig a little deeper.

Melinda Braddock moved through the space with an ease that made it seem as though she belonged anywhere she stepped. Even in a thrift store, surrounded by mismatched pieces and unpredictable finds, she carried herself with that same polished femininity that defined her. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching what light there was as she turned her head from rack to rack. She wore a fitted cream colored blouse tucked neatly into high waisted tailored shorts in a soft beige tone, paired with simple but elegant sandals. The outfit was effortless but intentional, something that translated easily from the streets outside into the crowded aisles of the shop. She ran her fingers lightly along the fabrics as she moved, pausing occasionally to pull something free from the rack and examine it more closely. There was a thoughtful quality to the way she shopped, not rushed, not overly selective, but deliberate. She held up a vintage dress at one point, tilting her head slightly as she assessed the cut and material, imagining its potential before gently returning it to its place. Even here, in a setting built on randomness, Melinda seemed to curate her experience, finding small pockets of order in the chaos. Fiona Logan, by contrast, approached the space with a different kind of energy. Where Melinda drifted, Fiona moved with purpose, weaving through the racks with a more direct, almost instinctive rhythm. Her long black hair was left loose, falling around her shoulders in a way that looked unplanned but natural. She wore a dark graphic tee, slightly oversized, paired with black ripped jeans and her usual boots, which made a heavier sound against the worn wooden floor as she walked. A lightweight flannel shirt hung open over the tee, sleeves rolled, adding to her layered, practical look. Fiona’s hands moved quickly as she flipped through hangers, scanning items with a sharp eye. She was less concerned with presentation and more with finding something that felt right, something that fit her sense of comfort and identity. Every so often she would pause, pull something out, hold it up briefly, then either toss it back or drape it over her arm without much ceremony. There was a faint tension still present in her, a restlessness that seemed to follow her even here, though it was quieter now, softened by the distraction of movement and the unfamiliarity of a new city.

Suddenly the eyes of The Boston Badass light up. Fiona quickly turns and makes her way over to a far corner where she lifts up a black leather jacket, a unique jacket with spikes. She snickers as she takes it and approaches Melinda Braddock, who had begun to search through a rack of skirts. The Third Generation Goddess hears her sister approaching and turns to face her just in time to see the spiked jacket shoved in her face.

“You should have this…”

“No.” Melinda says instantly without any real thought or pause. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh c’mon, Mels,” Fiona winks “we’d be matching! Like real tag teams should!”

“We already ARE a real tag team, remember? Or are the MWCW and MWA Tag Team Titles that we currently hold not enough?”

“Maybe it would give us extra motivation to win those SCW World Tag Team Titles from The Glimmer Sisters at Hubris?”

“It will take more than matching fabric to defeat them.” Melinda points out.

“Eh, who am I kidding? You would never wear something so gritty.” Fiona remarks. Melinda smirks and motions to a very girly pink dress.

“Perhaps YOU should try THIS on?”

“Nope, no way…” Fiona shakes her head.

“It would look good on you.”

“Yeah, I know, I have a perfect figure for it and I’d look drop dead gorgeous. Right?” Fiona asks. “I know because that’s the kind of shit Todd would say. He always thought I was only good for my looks. But I am much more than that.”

“Sorry, Fiona.” Melinda shrugs her shoulders. “I didn’t realize I hit a nerve.”

“It’s alright, Mels.” Fiona nods her head. “I’m good, really. Todd doesn’t bother me anymore.”

“Really?” Melinda asks, sounding somewhat skeptical of Fiona’s claims.

“Definitely. I mean, I’m not saying I trust him. I’m definitely not saying that I’m ready to let him back into my life after everything he did. But I am not going to let him live rent free in my head any longer. He aint worth it.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Yeah.” Fiona nods her head. “He did try to use me and manipulate me. But I broke free and I achieved my dreams despite him. Now has he changed for the better? We’ll see about that. He has to prove it to me. But for now I’m good and my focus while we’re here in Australia is winning those SCW World Tag Team Championships, not Todd Osbourne.”

“Good.” Melinda grins from ear to ear. “That is precisely the kind of focus and mindset WE need to have if we are to be successful.”

“If?” Fiona smirks. “I thought this was written in the stars by fate or whatever bullshit you and the big guy like to spew?”

“Clyde has been having a bit of a crisis when it comes to fate lately.” Melinda answers.

“What do you think?”

“I think fate has a part to play, however big or small.” Melinda remarks. “But we cannot just sit back and think the championships will be handed to us. The opportunity has been presented to us and now we must do our part. We must take those titles from The Glimmers.”

“Finally I think I can agree…” Fiona’s voice trails off, her eyes then grow wide with surprise “...Mels…look…” she points. Melinda turns around and gasps when she sees what, or rather WHO, Fiona is looking at…

…it is Todd Osbourne. He walked right into that same store. In Melbourne, Australia. He locks eyes with Fiona and Melinda. Todd’s face instantly goes as pale and shocked as Fiona’s. He slowly backs out the door he had just entered. Fiona and Melinda watch as he walks away quickly. Once he is gone the sisters turn to face one another.

“Well…that was kinda creepy…” Fiona states.

“Not really. I mean, he had been following your career closely once he realized you had made it and had signed with SCW. We even confirmed that he had been attending certain SCW events. It isn’t that surprising that he would buy a ticket to watch Hubris in person.”

“It might not be surprising if Hubris took place in the states but this is freaking Australia, Mels!” Fiona exclaims. “Isn’t that kinda stalkerish?”

“Not if he truly views you as a daughter.” Melinda remarks. “My own biological father will still make long trips to watch my matches. Still, there is one thing that DOES bother me.”

“What’s that?”

“People who have changed…” Melinda sighs “...they don’t just walk away.”

“Maybe…” Fiona pauses, considering her words “...but maybe he just wanted to give me my space?”

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On Camera
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The camera begins to roll, showing a concrete backdrop. We see two women, two thirds of The Vision; “The Third Generation Goddess” Melinda Braddock and “The Boston Badass” Fiona Logan. Braddock stands to the left in a refined, elegant pose, her long blonde hair styles in soft waves wearing a classic black sleeveless mini-dress with a square neckline and subtle ruffles at the shoulders. Fiona is next to her and looks much more rugged with an edgy appearance. She has dark hair and is wearing a black cropped top underneath a black leather biker jacket. Her outfit is completed with dark skinny jeans and black combat boots.

“Hubris is typically defined as pride. Arrogance.” Melinda Braddock states. “However in Greek tragedy, hubris is pride towards or defiance of the gods, leading towards retribution and punishment. I cannot think of a better example of Hubris than our current reigning SCW World Tag Team Champions Gia and Gina the Glimmer Sisters. Now don’t get it twisted, you have been a dominant force in this tag team division. Neither myself nor Fiona will take that away from you. You even managed to defeat Xander Valentine and Selena Frost, two of the greatest singles competitors in SCW history.” The Third Generation Goddess says condescendingly.

“SINGLES COMPETITORS.” Fiona says with emphasis. “And let me remind ya, those two were never on the same page. They always hated each other. They were always a ticking time bomb looking to explode at any moment. Yet they STILL beat you for those titles. You only won ‘em back because the ticking time bomb finally DID explode. Be honest, Glimmers, you got lucky, you benefited on Selena’s ego and Xander’s implosion. Otherwise, we’d be facing them at Hubris, not you.” Fiona remarks cooly. Melinda nods her head in agreement.

“Indeed, you are riding high off of what, exactly? Defeating two SINGLES COMPETITORS who not only had ZERO tag team chemistry but hated each other on top of that? And it took you TWO attempts to defeat them. Hubris is being unable to admit your faults. You, Gia and Gina, refuse to admit your faults and failures. You still arrogantly believe that you run this tag team division without even the faintest of doubt that maybe, just maybe, there is a tag team out there better than you, a tag team out there ready to dethrone you if given the chance.” Melinda states. Fiona motions to herself and Melinda.

“Newslfash, losers, you’re looking at that team right here and now! Yeah, we’ll give ya credit because you do own a victory over us. But see there’s the thing, we can own up to our defeats, we can learn from our mistakes, and believe me we have learned from the mistakes we made the last time we went one on one.” Fiona shakes her head. “This time there will be no mistakes. This time we will put you two clowns down and send you packing while we leave Australia with the SCW World Tag Team Championship.”

“Indeed, we HAVE learned from our mistakes. We have learned from our faults. We have grown and evolved since the last time we met, Glimmers. We are a much different tag team. We are BETTER than we were back then.” Braddock points a finger at the camera. “But can you honestly say the same? Yes, I would wager to say that you are a different version of The Glimmer Sisters than the ones we faced back then…” Braddock smirks knowingly “...you are weaker. You have been exposed as being beatable. The world knows of your weaknesses now. And instead of working to improve upon yourselves, instead of working to fix those weaknesses, you choose to rely on the same old parlor tricks that got you here.”

“If you think those same old games will work then you really are arrogant and that arrogance will be your downfall.” Fiona exclaims. Braddock nods her head in agreement.

“But the ultimate sign of your Hubris? You seem to be focused on harassing Dexter Grant. Now he and I certainly have vastly different worldviews, especially when it comes to social media, I imagine he does not approve of my Vlogs, but be honest Glimmers; how much longer can you go on reigning as the SCW World Tag Team Champions when your primary focus seems to be on harassing Dexter Grant? Better yet, how much longer can you reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions when your focus seems to be on how you want to use your Trios Contract?”

“It seems as if your attention is on anything and everything and except the one thing that you should be focused on.” Fiona states before pointing to herself and Melinda. “Me and Mels. The Vision. We SHOULD be your priority. We SHOULD have your undivided attention because we ARE the biggest threat to your reign as SCW World Tag Team Champions. And if you are not focused on us, if you are distracted by anything else…well, tell ‘em Mels…” Fiona smirks. Melinda grins.

“...your Fate is sealed.”

[Glimmer]

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.