[HumanPerson]

Aimee Lou Wood vs Alexandra Daddario



Alex had enjoyed flattening Sydney Sweeney with surprising ease while filming the first season of The White Lotus. She didn't realize how much of the short, young blonde's reputation was built on well chosen push up bra's and the willingness to fuck anyone with a camera rolling. Season 2 had come and gone and Alex considered the show fully in her past. That's why the call from one of the season 3 cast members caught her a bit off guard. Aimee Lou Wood had already tracked down Sweeney and beaten the girl easily. Now she wanted a crack at Daddario's famous rack to determine the real titfight champ of the show.

Daddario saw how similar they were and knew she couldn't underestimate the woman who was nearly 9 years her junior. She felt her tits were fuller and denser than her opponent, but she also knew that Wood seemed to always have her nipples at full erection while Alexandra herself rarely had her peaks at more than half. She accepted the challenge, curious to see how she would do against a woman so similar to her below the neck.

The fight started slowly, with Wood slowly causing irritation in Daddario's tits with those long, stabbing nipples, Alex knew she was also scoring some points as her tits did prove to be both bigger and fuller, the extra heft already causing Aimee's tits to flatten out a bit after just a few minutes. Instead of turning into some sort of all out brawl, or being a battle of huge knockout blows, the fighters stayed close and never really got out of first gear. It simply became a war of attrition, would the erect nipples cause enough pain to force the bigger tits to try and avoid them instead of attacking or would the bigger pair continuously wear down their opposition until the slightly smaller chested woman changed tactics in a desperate plea to win?

In the end, neither woman changed their strategy. They simply went until one could continue no longer. Both pairs of tits were red and splotchy, showing the beginning signs of bruising, but finally one could no longer take the pressure from the other. Aimee lowered her head in defeat as an ecstatic Alex raised her arms in victory and then forced her vanquished foe to worship her tits for a bit before confidently getting dressed and leaving with the knowledge that she was still the titfight champ of The White Lotus and wondering if a fourth season would provide another legitimate challenger.

[Jackflash Jump]

Kiernan Shipka vs Dafne Keen



The luxurious penthouse high above Manhattan had played host to many battles, but few as intense as this one.  Although both still relative newcomers to catfighting, Kiernan and Dafne had demonstrated remarkable skill, fueled by an almost savage ferocity.  The elite gathering of spectators sat in rapt attention as both beauties pummeled one another in a contest that was largely a stalemate...at least until now.

It's hard to say just how Shipka managed to gain control of the fight.  Perhaps her endurance was proving superior, maybe Keen made some small tactical error that was imperceptible to the onlookers, but had not been missed by the eye of her adversary.  Or possibly the cosmic goddesses of warfare had simply decided to tilt the advantage to blonde.  But whatever the case, Kiernan was mercilessly slapping, kneeing, punching, slamming and stomping Dafne, rendering the quivering brunette all but hapless.

All that was left for Shipka was to finish off her rival.  But then she paused, as if she was pondering a sudden new idea.

Without a word, Kiernan grabbed Dafne by her damp and tangled dark mane and hauled her up to her feet, then dragged her stumbling over to the sliding doors which overlooked the penthouse's spacious balcony.  Throwing open the door, a blast of wintry night air blew into the room, and the blonde pulled the battered brunette outside.  They halted in front of a seven foot tall stainless steel statue sitting in the center of the patio, a replica of the famed "Valkyrie" piece.



The skimpy bikinis of the two combatants offered scant protection from the bitter air as it whipped around them, their skin already reddening from the cold.  But while Dafne was shivering, Kiernan...like a Nordic warrior queen...paid the winter no mind.  Using her foot, she pushed at the back of each of her rival's knees, forcing her to kneel in the snow before the statue.  Then, a malicious glint in her eye, her golden hair billowing in the breeze, Shipka threw a kick to her rival's kidneys, making Keen shriek in pain.  And at that same moment, the blonde pushed her victim's face forward, Dafne's tongue touching the metal statue.

And with that, the brunette's saliva instantly froze to the steel, trapping her there in an eternal kiss of the Valkyrie's foot.  Beaming with satisfaction, Kiernan turned and walked back into the penthouse, where one guest quickly threw his suit jacket over her to warm her.  Other guests rushed out to the balcony with a cup of warm tea, carefully pouring it over the mewling Dafne's tongue to gently melt the ice that fastened her to the statue.  That achieved, she was likewise brought back inside, where a hot shower could at least warm her up, if not wash away the emotional grime of defeat.  Shortly thereafter the loser was escorted back to her Midtown hotel, where she cried until the dawn.

As for Shipka, as the winner, she was granted complete use of the penthouse for a week, and the first thing she did was settle into a hot bubble bath in the sunken tub, sipping a glass of bourbon to warm her insides, and to bask in her triumph.

[Jackflash Jump]

Sarah Abbott vs Akira Akbar




Ordinarily, one would only find the major figures among the elite spectators who enjoy celebrity catfighting to be rearranging their busy schedules to make certain they can attend a match to do so for battles featuring only the very best among the veterans.

But an exception are those occasions when two young rookies make their debut matches together.  Should either or both go on to glorious heights of combat in the years to come, it would be a badge of honor for anyone to be able to say that they were there to witness their very first fight.

Such is the case on this night, when two fresh-faced 18 year olds, Sarah and Akira, face one another in a penthouse high above the streets of Manhattan before a select audience of a dozen.

From the moment both nubile young battlers entered the spacious living room, the air was electric with their intensity.  There was no denying the fact that both girls were determined to beat the other and establish her newborn fighting career with a victory.  And as the subsequent battle wore on, it was clear that each had been well-trained in catting combat, although their lack of experience was obvious.  Their bodies moved like young colts, often awkward and clumsy, but nevertheless with a sublime athletic grace overall.

It proved to be a tremendous battle, with the advantage swaying back and forth between the two, but with neither able to maintain control for long.  But ultimately, exhaustion threatened to doom both of them, as their sweat-soaked bodies quivered from their fast-fading strength, so Akira and Sarah each made one last-ditch effort to overcome the other.  They brawled ferociously, snarling like jungle cats as hair was yanked, flesh scratches, limbs twisted, and bodies hammered by merciless fists. 

Suddenly, after what seemed like an unyielding stalemate, one beauty managed to get behind her rival, and she snaked her right arm across her foe's throat, tightening firmly against her windpipe in a chokehold, while with her free hand she deftly covered her victims eyes; someone had obviously advised her that in the heat of battle, robbing your adversary of the primary sense of sight can put them into a panic, and reduce them to helplessness.  And so it proved to be now, as the embattled young woman, gasping haplessly for breath, could mount no counter greater than to feebly slap at the arm of her tormentor.  Soon enough, her movements grew sluggish and her wheezing slowed to a low pant.  And then her body went limp, signaling that she was knocked out.

The loser's body slumped to the carpeted floor and lay there, motionless save for the heaving of her chest as her lungs greedily sucked in oxygen, and an unconscious quiver in her right leg.  Tears trickled from her closed eyelids.

Rising up on unsteady legs, wiping damp hair away from her eyes, the triumphant Sarah planted her foot on Akira's belly and raised her arms, striking her very first victory pose, as the room erupted with the cheers of the enraptured onlookers.

[Lostchris]

Gracie Abrams vs Lilli Reinhart



The dimly lit penthouse suite buzzed with anticipation, the exclusive crowd encircling a makeshift arena where Gracie Abrams and Lili Reinhart faced their final moments. Gracie, in a black bra and panties, her dark hair disheveled, stood over Lili, who was sprawled on the plush carpet, her green bra and panties stark against her flushed skin. The air was thick with the aftermath of their grueling battle, and now, it was time to end it.

Lili, gasping, tried to crawl away, her limbs trembling from exhaustion. But Gracie was relentless. With a predatory glint in her eyes, she dropped to her knees, straddling Lili’s lower back. The blonde’s hands flailed, grasping at the carpet, but Gracie was too quick. She seized Lili’s wrists, yanking them backward and pinning them against her spine in a brutal single-arm hammerlock, twisting just enough to elicit a sharp cry.

“You thought you could take me?” Gracie whispered, her voice low and taunting as she leaned forward, her weight pressing Lili’s chest into the floor. The crowd murmured, sensing the end. But Gracie wasn’t content with a simple submission. She wanted to break her rival completely. Releasing one of Lili’s wrists, she reached forward, her fingers hooking under the straps of Lili’s green bra. With a savage tug, she ripped the fabric downward, the straps snapping as Lili gasped in shock, the humiliation searing.

Lili’s struggles intensified, her legs kicking wildly, but Gracie was unyielding. She slid her free hand under Lili’s chin, yanking her head back in a punishing camel clutch variation, forcing the blonde to face the jeering crowd. Lili’s eyes watered, her mouth open in a silent scream as pain radiated through her spine. “Say it!” Gracie hissed, tightening her grip. “Say you’re done!”

Lili’s voice was a choked whimper, her body quaking under the strain. “I… I give!” she finally sobbed, her words barely audible over the crowd’s roar. But Gracie, savoring her dominance, held the clutch a few seconds longer, letting Lili’s defeat sink in. Finally, she released her, shoving Lili’s face into the carpet with a sneer. Rising, Gracie stood tall, her black lingerie barely clinging to her sweat-slicked frame, as the spectators erupted in applause, her triumph over Lili absolute and merciless.

[Lostchris]

Chappell Roan vs Renee Rapp



The neon-lit bar pulsed with energy, the crowd’s murmurs barely audible over the thumping music as Chappell Roan and Reneé Rapp clashed in a heated showdown. Both had been vying for the attention of the same woman, a striking brunette watching from the bar’s edge, and what started as sharp words had erupted into a fierce brawl on the dance floor. Chappell, in a glittery pink crop top and leather skirt, her vibrant hair a wild halo, had Reneé, in a black bralette and ripped jeans, on her knees, the blonde’s face flushed with exhaustion after their relentless struggle.

Reneé’s chest heaved, her bralette slipping slightly as she tried to rise, but Chappell was merciless. With a predatory smirk, she grabbed Reneé’s wrists, yanking them up and twisting them behind her back in a double hammerlock. Reneé gasped, her body arching in pain as Chappell pressed her knee into the small of Reneé’s back, forcing her chest-first onto the sticky dance floor. The crowd, including the brunette, watched raptly, sensing the end.

“You thought you could steal her from me?” Chappell taunted, her voice cutting through the music as she leaned down, her pink crop top shimmering under the strobe lights. Reneé’s defiance flickered, but Chappell wasn’t after a quick win. She wanted to humiliate her rival. Releasing one wrist, she reached forward, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Reneé’s jeans and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of her black panties, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Reneé’s face burned red, her free hand scrambling to cover herself, but Chappell’s knee kept her pinned.

In a final flourish, Chappell shifted her grip, sliding her arms under Reneé’s shoulders and locking her in a full nelson, wrenching the blonde’s head back to expose her flushed, sweat-streaked face to the crowd—and the brunette, who leaned forward, intrigued. Reneé’s legs kicked weakly, her jeans slipping further as she squirmed, her voice reduced to a choked whimper. “Stop… I’m done…” she rasped, her eyes squeezing shut in defeat.

Chappell held the nelson a beat longer, letting the bar’s patrons drink in Reneé’s submission, her glittery outfit a stark contrast to Reneé’s disheveled state. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she released her, shoving Reneé face-down onto the floor. Chappell rose, brushing her hands theatrically, and shot a wink at the brunette, who smirked in approval. As the crowd cheered, Reneé lay sprawled, her jeans and pride in tatters, while Chappell sauntered back to the bar, victorious and unchallenged, the brunette’s attention now firmly hers.

[Savant]

The AI-generated stories suck so bad. What a waste of space.

[Lostchris]

The AI-generated stories suck so bad. What a waste of space.

I’ll stop sharing them. I started doing them as part of my recovery from a TBI I suffered in November. I love reading the stories in this thread (they’re short and simple which stimulate my synapses) and wanted to share some of my matchups but I don’t have the cognitive function (yet! knock on wood) to create my own so I have to use AI to assist.  I’ll just keep them on a google doc Im sorry I wouldn’t want to ruin anyones thread

[Savant]

Perhaps others enjoy them. Just sharing my feelings.

If you get pleasure from them and they help with your recovery then knock yourself out.

[HumanPerson]

I wish they would require stories written with AI to have that noted in the title. I would skip every single one of them.

[Dario]

 Savant, more Kristen vs Emma, please.
Thanks you and many regards from Spain.

[Lookout!]

The AI-generated stories suck so bad. What a waste of space.

I’ll stop sharing them. I started doing them as part of my recovery from a TBI I suffered in November. I love reading the stories in this thread (they’re short and simple which stimulate my synapses) and wanted to share some of my matchups but I don’t have the cognitive function (yet! knock on wood) to create my own so I have to use AI to assist.  I’ll just keep them on a google doc Im sorry I wouldn’t want to ruin anyones thread

I would keep sharing them and you are adding to the thread, not ruining it.   If anyone doesn't enjoy a particular match or story, they can simply skip it.   We hope you continue to keep coming up with stories and adding them here for people to enjoy!    Good luck with your recovery as well.

[randomman]

However, clearly labeling them so people who don't want to read them can skip them would be a courtesy.

[KatieJobber]

Chappell Roan vs Renee Rapp



The neon-lit bar pulsed with energy, the crowd’s murmurs barely audible over the thumping music as Chappell Roan and Reneé Rapp clashed in a heated showdown. Both had been vying for the attention of the same woman, a striking brunette watching from the bar’s edge, and what started as sharp words had erupted into a fierce brawl on the dance floor. Chappell, in a glittery pink crop top and leather skirt, her vibrant hair a wild halo, had Reneé, in a black bralette and ripped jeans, on her knees, the blonde’s face flushed with exhaustion after their relentless struggle.

Reneé’s chest heaved, her bralette slipping slightly as she tried to rise, but Chappell was merciless. With a predatory smirk, she grabbed Reneé’s wrists, yanking them up and twisting them behind her back in a double hammerlock. Reneé gasped, her body arching in pain as Chappell pressed her knee into the small of Reneé’s back, forcing her chest-first onto the sticky dance floor. The crowd, including the brunette, watched raptly, sensing the end.

“You thought you could steal her from me?” Chappell taunted, her voice cutting through the music as she leaned down, her pink crop top shimmering under the strobe lights. Reneé’s defiance flickered, but Chappell wasn’t after a quick win. She wanted to humiliate her rival. Releasing one wrist, she reached forward, hooking her fingers into the waistband of Reneé’s jeans and tugging them down just enough to expose the top of her black panties, drawing a collective gasp from the onlookers. Reneé’s face burned red, her free hand scrambling to cover herself, but Chappell’s knee kept her pinned.

In a final flourish, Chappell shifted her grip, sliding her arms under Reneé’s shoulders and locking her in a full nelson, wrenching the blonde’s head back to expose her flushed, sweat-streaked face to the crowd—and the brunette, who leaned forward, intrigued. Reneé’s legs kicked weakly, her jeans slipping further as she squirmed, her voice reduced to a choked whimper. “Stop… I’m done…” she rasped, her eyes squeezing shut in defeat.

Chappell held the nelson a beat longer, letting the bar’s patrons drink in Reneé’s submission, her glittery outfit a stark contrast to Reneé’s disheveled state. Then, with a dramatic flourish, she released her, shoving Reneé face-down onto the floor. Chappell rose, brushing her hands theatrically, and shot a wink at the brunette, who smirked in approval. As the crowd cheered, Reneé lay sprawled, her jeans and pride in tatters, while Chappell sauntered back to the bar, victorious and unchallenged, the brunette’s attention now firmly hers.

This matchup is a dream come true these are my two biggest crushes we need more stories!!

[Jackflash Jump]

Keke Palmer vs Debby Ryan



Their lush bodies glistening with sweat and stripped down to their thong panties, the penthouse battle between the two actresses had raged largely as a stalemate from the very start.  But that suddenly changed dramatically as Debby, with a roar of ferocity, slammed a kick up between her opponent's thighs.  Mouth agape, eyes wide with a flash of agony, Keke let out a strangled whine as she sank to her knees, her hands tenderly clutching her now-throbbing womanhood.  Ryan immediately followed up with a knee lift to Palmer's chin, snapping her head back and sending her falling to her back.

Moving with all of the swiftness her drained and battered body could muster, Debby pushed Keke over onto her stomach, then stood straddling her body and took hold of her legs.  She then lifted and bent them backward, subjecting her rival to a Boston Crab.  Palmer shrieked as an electric jolt of pure pain raced up her spine.

Keke held out for as long as she could, hoping against hope that she could find some way to escape, but it was not meant to be.  Finally, tears streaming down her face, she sobbed, "SHHHHTAAAAPPP!  N-no more....!"  But Debby would not release her hold, instead bending back even further, increasing the agony of her victim.  Palmer was screaming now, her fists pounding at the floor as she pleaded for mercy.

Finally Ryan was merciful...almost.  There was one last dollop of humiliation to dole out first.  As per the stipulation of the match, the loser had to fully degrade herself by kissing the foot of her victorious adversary.  Debby let Keke's legs flop lifelessly to the floor, and stepped in front of her.  She placed her right foot mere inches from the face of her beaten foe, striking a ballerina's en pointe position.  Crying and whimpering, Keke placed her trembling lips to Debby's foot and gave a kiss, then buried her face in the carpet as shameful sobs wracked her body.

Triumphant, Debby smirked and raised her arms to accept the cheers of the onlookers.

[BlueRoses]

Flashback: 2000 tournament

I had this idea for a 32 woman tournament set in the year 2000, trying to use the biggest names from that time. I came up with the names and then created a random draw. All matches take place in a deserted swamp and continue until one woman submits or is knocked out. I have done the first 4 matches of it in Finish Her style and will try to continue if there is any interest. The writeups would hopefully get longer and more detailed as we go through the tournament. Also not sure about the little AI pics, let me know what you think!

Round 1:



Nicole Kidman V Reese Witherspoon

THWACK!

Nicole’s foot connected with Reese’s side yet again. She smiled smugly as her plan continued to work. Every time the plucky American came near, Nicole shot out a long leg and kicked her while remaining out of the range of the diminutive blonde.

Again, Reese ducked towards her. Again, Nicole went for a kick. But this time Reese caught the leg in midair. Nicole’s face was a mask of panic as she hopped in place, her vulnerability obvious.

“Now I’ve got you, you beanpole bitch!” screamed Reese as she kicked the other leg out from Nicole, dumping her on the muddy ground.

Reese was on top of her in a flash, taking a fistful of red hair and slapping at any exposed flesh she could get her hands on. Nicole moaned and groaned under Reese’s onslaught, her face and chest quickly turning red.

“Submit, you big loser,” demanded Reese as she maintained a grip of Nicole’s hair and delivered a particularly hard slap with her other hand.

Tears welled in Nicole’s eyes but Reese had awakened an aggression she didn’t know was in herself. She responded in kind, slapping and yanking Reese’s hair in any which way she could. The pair went rolling through the mud, battling for dominance. At last, Nicole delivered a powerful blow to Reese’s belly, winding her.

As Reese gasped for breath, Nicole rose to her considerable height and grabbed Reese’s wrists. The blonde was completely unprepared for Nicole’s size 10 foot to stomp down on the side of her face, smashing her into the muck. Reese screamed as another stomp landed.

“The next one’s going to smash that cute button nose of yours, honey,” smiled Nicole as she pressed firmly on said nose with the sole of her foot. “Submit now or call your plastic surgeon.”

Under threat of a broken nose, Reese considered that she had no choice but to mumble a pathetic “I submit” to her Australian conqueror.

Nicole tossed Reese’s feeble arms aside and there up her own in celebration. She beamed with pride at her victory. It wasn’t perfect, but she was still in the tournament and that’s what mattered.



Drew Barrymore V Mariah Carey

“I thought Charlie’s Angels were supposed to be tough,” laughed Mariah as she pulled Drew down in a headlock takeover. She pinched Drew’s nose mockingly and continued to laugh.

“Fuck you, bitch,” retorted Drew as she tried to push herself up but Mariah simply squeezed harder, making the helpless actress groan in pain.

Beginning to enjoy this fight, the cocky diva reached down and began to pull at Drew’s shorts with a view to exposing her further. As Drew realised what was happening, she reached into Mariah’s top and sank her nails into her right breast.

Mariah howled in agony and recoiled away from Drew, who rose to her feet, pulled up her shorts and moved towards Mariah with a view to pressing her advantage.

“You animal!” roared Mariah before Drew had a chance to do anything. Mariah executed a double leg takedown and planted Drew down on her back once again.

“You like my fucking tits, you jealous bitch?” screamed Mariah as she rained down slaps on her opponent and bounced her weight on her stomach. “Here you fucking go then.”

Before Drew could even think of a counter, Mariah pulled the younger woman’s head right into her sweaty cleavage and held her fast.

“You’re not woman enough for it,” snarled Mariah as she kept the breast smother applied. “Not even close.” Drew’s resistance was getting fainter and fainter as the relentless singer held her tight to her chest.

In a couple of minutes, Drew had stopped moving completely. Mariah finally rose, her victim passed out. She turned her nose up and strode off, not giving Drew a second glance.



Julia Roberts V Geri Halliwell

“Get the hell off me, you little slut,” demanded Julia, clearly annoyed by Geri’s tactics. Geri was fastened around Julia’s back like a satchel and no matter how much the American shook her or elbowed the smaller woman’s thighs, she couldn’t budge her.

Eventually, Julia backed up hard into a big tree, sandwiching her Brit between the tree and herself and finally causing the redhead to break her hold.

“Alright, Slutty Spice,” smiled Julia as she picked Geri up off her haunches by the hair. “Time for your punishment.”

Julia unleashed a slap to the face but Geri blocked it, twisted Julia’s arm behind her in a hammerlock and drove the brunette face first into the same tree that Julia had just used against her.

“What were you saying, luv?” replied Geri as she cracked the hammerlock hard, drawing a cry from her opponent. “You want to punish me?”

Geri forced Julia to her knees with the hammerlock and drove her own knee into the American’s back for good measure. Julia dropped to her hands and knees as Geri clambered onto her and peppered her back with open-handed slaps.

Julia bucked and succeeded in unseating Geri, but the Englishwoman was tenacious. She grabbed Julia by her brunette mane and threw her to the ground.

“Let’s get you out of that ridiculous outfit,” snarled Geri, referring to Julia’s wrestling attire styled on the US flag. It didn’t take long for Geri to reduce Old Glory to rags barely clinging to Julia’s reddening body.

“Get your hands off of me,” cried Julia trying and failing to sound intimidating but the smaller woman would not be denied. With Julia still on the ground, Geri scooted round to her head and trapped her in a headscissors.

Her legs weren’t long, but they sure were strong, much stronger than Julia had anticipated. Julia bucked and clawed at Geri’s legs but to no avail.

“Hollywood’s most bankable star,” sneered Geri. “Nothing but another overhyped American bitch.”

Another squeeze pulsed through Geri’s toned limbs and poor Julia was left with no other option.

“I submit,” she wheezed. Geri just laughed at her. She kept the hold on for another 10 seconds or so before finally releasing the humbled actress.

When she finally rose, she cupped the chin of the coughing Julia. “You sure showed me, huh?” she purred sarcastically.



Rachel Weisz V Cameron Diaz

The two had been fighting for 10 minutes. Their outfits were ripped, their hair was wild and their skin was beginning to be marked by blotches and welts. But still they fought on.

A kick to the midsection by Cameron. A knife edge chop by Rachel. Then they locked up, two women battling in a test of strength. Diaz got the edge, twisting Rachel’s wrists unnaturally and drawing a cry from the Englishwoman.

“Now you’re mine,” smirked Cameron. Her knee shot up and connected with Rachel’s unprotected gut, doubling her over. To follow that up, Cameron delivered an axe kick, bringing her long leg down on the back of Rachel’s head and sending her face first into a particularly muddy patch of ground.

As Rachel groaned meekly, Cameron descended upon her. She grabbed two handfuls of brunette hair and began rubbing her rival’s face into the dirt.

“You look great down there,” laughed the American as she continued to wildly pound Rachel’s face into the ground.

“Please, I…” stuttered Rachel before her mouth was filled with muck by the relentless Diaz.

“You done, bitch?!” shouted Diaz. “You done already?!” She slammed Rachel’s face into the ground once more and she could see that her body was quivering with sobs.

Cameron lifted Rachel’s head by the hair and the defenceless Englishwoman moaned as she feared that her assailant was about to continue her assault.

“You done?” Cameron asked again, this time softer. Rachel nodded her mud and tear soaked face. “Crawl then,” commanded Cameron. “Crawl your loser ass back to England cause you don’t belong here.”

And she did. As ordered, Rachel rose on her hands and knees and began to crawl away from the battlefield. Where exactly she was headed wasn’t clear but as long as it was away from the vicious American, she didn’t really care.