11-01-2025, 08:39 PM
The first thing we see is a giant curtain, and even in the dim lighting we can see it's one of those beautiful red velvet ones normally reserved for the stage of a theater. The floor certainly reminds us of a stage, but whether or not we're actually at a theater is anyone's guess. It's not long before we see two women step backwards out through the curtain, though they make sure we're not allowed a peak at what lies behind it. The women are tall, slim, curvy where it counts... we may not be able to see their faces, but the mid-back length black hair now containing a very prominent streak of cyan feels like a dead giveaway. From the way their hands are moving, it's clear they both want so badly to just untie the black silk robes that are just barely covering them and let them drop, but they restrain themselves. After all, it's not time yet. A short glance back at us confirms what we suspected: it's the Glimmer Sisters, though which is which is anybody's guess.
Gia(?): Hey Gina?
Gina(?): Yes Gina?
Gia(?): You ready to put on a show?
Gina(?): Well, if fate commands it.
We're not sure if whatever bit they're doing was meant to keep going or if this was truly the end of it, but it doesn't matter as they both can't help but break down into the kind of laughter that echoes both throughout this space and in your heads. That kind of teasing, haughty laugh that gets under your skin and grates on your nerves, with enough of a harsh edge to it that hints at genuine amusement from the twin circus stars.
Gina(?): You know, we've gotten pretty sick of all this talk about fate. It's fate that this happened, this is someone's destiny, this or that was meant to be...
Gia(?): Please stop sis, you're going to put our audience to sleep.
Gina(?): Seriously, all of you need to give it a rest with this bullshit. If you want to whore yourself out to the concept of fate, fine, but the rest of us don't want to hear about it every five seconds.
Gia(?): It's just a sign of weakness anyway. If you really need to claim that it's “fate” that you are where you are now, then that means you didn't have the balls to actually make it happen on your own... or you probably just didn't have what it takes to prove you weren't such a worthless little bitch able to make your own decisions after all.
Gina(?): If you're really down that badly for fate, though...
Gia(?) Then pucker up, because we've got your fate right here!
That seems to be the cue as they both untie their ropes and let them drop. It's clear by their bare backs that the twins are both topless, but there's no need for any censoring just yet as they still haven't turned around. Where our attention immediately goes, however, is to the black panties they're wearing, probably the first time we've seen them with something that isn't so small and skimpy that it just disappears between their soft, juicy cheeks. But the big thing here is what's written ON the backs of those panties, right across those thick tasty cakes they carry around: it's the word FATE in big bold white lettering. Simple, maybe, but the message is especially powerful in this moment given who's on deck for the twins in their current endeavors.
Gia(?): Are you guys offended yet? Are you screaming your heads off because how dare we defile your precious concept of fate by wearing it around the greatest asses the great goddess above has ever given to any woman?
Gina(?): If it's not obvious, then we'll spell it out for you: we don't care. Honestly, I think that's the part we find the funniest out of all of this. Throughout the trios tournament, we've heard bitching and moaning about how we've cheated, about how our team shouldn't even be in the finals, that we didn't earn it... is that supposed to make us feel bad? Make us regret all our life choices and turn over a new leaf?
Gia(?): Pretty sure there's a term for this sis. Survival of the fittest, I think it is? At the end of the day, who the hell cares about HOW we win, the only thing that matters is that we won. You say we cheated... we say we outsmarted you, and if you couldn't stop us from doing what we needed to, that's not our fault, it's not James's fault, and it's not Enigma's fault. That's on you losers.
Gina(?): Think about the run we've had since we sauntered into SCW. We've haven't even been here for half a year yet, and we've brought more eyes to SCW than anyone else around now or before us ever did, we won championship gold only six matches into our time here, we've main evented a Breakdown...
Gia(?): Don't forget the fact that we're still undefeated!
Gina(?): And now, we're walking into Minneapolis to make all your wildest dreams and deepest nightmares come true, when James Evans, Enigma, and Gina Glimmer lay claim to a set of contracts that afford us all the luxury of being able to make any match of our choosing.
While Gina (at least, that's who we're guessing just finished speaking) winks to punctuate the enticing thought of what she and her sister could do with a contract like that, it's hard not to miss how they're once again intentionally leaving us in the dark of who's who. Sure, it would be impossible enough to tell when Under Attack rolls around anyway, but that extra little mind game of making you overthink it now has to be grating on your brain.
Gia(?): We've said it before, and we'll say it again: if you have a problem with the way we do business, if it's got you crashing out and ready to wreck your hotel room because we're “not supposed” to be where we are now, then that means we've already won. We've been living rent free in the head of Frosty the Snow Slut for the past month, we've made the Shitigami Foundation completely obsessed with us... hell, our fun caused shit to hit the fan at the start of the last Breakdown and now everyone's running around like headless chickens trying to take advantage of OUR gift to you.
Gina(?): I'd say “you're welcome” but I know they'd just pretend like they have a moral high ground because they can't accept that we've been running this show from the moment we first took the spotlight. I mean, in the first round we left Syren, Polly and Pierce scratching their heads, and just when they thought they finally stopped it, they realized too late that they were playing the wrong game the whole time.
Gia(?): Then the semi-finals saw some uninvited guests crash the party and decide to attack poor Gina right in front of the referee like the Hulk-inspired idiots they are, so the fact that we're here now is on them.
Gina(?): And to think there's all these claims that one-half of SCW's purest and most noble couple was busy fighting Gina when all of that went down and it was Gia who took the bullet. Pretty sure that's not what the referee saw, and that's all that matters.
Gia(?): Pretty sure we called it before this tournament even began sis. Enigma is the unstoppable monster who will devastate everything in his way, James is the ruthless assassin who will tear you to pieces in such a beautifully brilliant way that your own family won't recognize you when he does, and we're the beauty and brains that distract, outwit, and undo everything you think you've got going for you, and, uh, spoiler alert: that's not changing at Under Attack.
Gina(?): Clyde Sutter, Melinda Braddock, and our old friend Alex Belmont... really couldn't have gift-wrapped this finals win for us any nicer, could they? I mean, you'd think people would start recognizing our genius by now, but here are three sad, ugly clowns who are making the EXACT. SAME. MISTAKE. That literally everyone else has who's ever danced with us. Almost makes me wonder if SCW even has anybody who's capable of giving us a real challenge.
Gia(?): I mean, at least we're not saying “fate” every other word like we're making love to it in the world's most boring porno. I swear, that's all there is to Clyde and Melinda. Fate this, fate that, fate fucked Clyde's mom, fate is Melinda's secret side piece... perfect for falling asleep to, but not exactly inspiring anybody if they're supposed to be intimidating us.
Gina(?): We get it, you two are clearly trying to prove you're half as good as anybody on our trios team. You're talking about the tag team Melinda's a part of like they're any threat to our title reign, undefeated only because they haven't been exposed and embarrassed by SCW's only true goddesses yet, you're acting like you've already won this whole thing because... two people who actually partner up outside of this tournament just so happened to end up on the same team? Cute, but it doesn't change the fact that James and Enigma have worked very well with us from the very beginning because once that bell rings, we all know our roles, we all know how to compliment one another, and we execute to perfection.
Gia(?): They can call that blind luck “fate” if they want sis, but that just means they'll be bowing down and kissing our asses like fate already is soon enough.
Gina(?): Don't believe us? Then allow us to share the truth with you all.
The twins snap their fingers, and the curtain they've been standing in front of starts to part. What is unveiled is an awe-inspiring masterpiece of artistic beauty and depravity. Hidden behind the curtain this whole time was a massive portrait, easily large enough to extend wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling, on par with the works of Michelangelo painted onto the walls of the Sistine Chapel. The painting itself portrays three barely-clothed women that historians would recognize as Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, the Fates from Greek mythology, all prostrating themselves before Gina & Gia Glimmer, posed just as they are now except completely nude in the painting, as the Fates are literally kissing and worshiping the twins' glorious behinds. Off to either side of them, the painting depicts Enigma as a terrifying, powerful barbarian and James as a cold, calculating king, cutting down various figure who resemble everybody else who was involved in the trios tournament, with the most prominent figures being cut down being the last three standing in their way.
Gina(?): Beautiful, isn't it? We thought it would really drive home the point that fate is bullshit. See, my sister and I used to be willing to accept that things are predetermined and our lives would just play out however it was meant to be. Then we actually started thinking for ourselves, reinvented our lives and decided we were done playing that game.
Gia(?): Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos... yeah, we know our Greek mythos, chalk another point to us for being more than just sexy bitches since none of you seem to get that yet. But we took those Fates, grabbed them by the throat, made them realize that not even they could stop us, and now they worship us as goddesses.
Gina(?): Clyde, Melinda, let me share a secret with you: the moment the Glimmer Sisters became who we are today was the moment we stopped caring about all that fate nonsense you two are obsessed with. If our SCW run so far has proven anything, it's that we're not women who like to wait. We make our own rules, we make fate bow to us instead of the other way around, and if you're so sure that you're going to stop our trios team just because “fate says so” then you two are in for a very rude awakening come Under Attack.
Gia(?): Hah! We can even do the whole social media thing better than the third-rate Braddock bitch too, and we don't even have any of our own accounts!
Gia (again, we're still kind of assuming here) shows this by bending over, shamelessly “flaunting her fate” as she retrieves her phone from the robe piled at her feet. We zoom in at this point to see Gia pull up the official Cirque du Sins Instagram feed, which has already snapped a picture of what we've been watching play out and uploaded it. The post has barely been up for a minute, and it's already gotten millions of likes and thousands of comments. We pan back out as the twins both turn around now, censorship immediately going into effect to blur their bare breasts as they smirk like sharks stalking their prey.
Gina(?): I suppose the question does really need to be asked, though... we know Clyde and Melinda trust each other because they're a thing or whatever.
Gia(?): Gross.
Gina(?): But how much do you really trust Alex, and how much does he trust you? I mean, if we're hearing right, you all kind of want the same thing, and that's to take tag team gold away from us. I wonder what would happen if you did somehow win, only to kind of butt heads over trying to use those contracts for the same thing.
Gia(?): There's also the fact that Alex is totally obsessed with us, and we're not surprised. I mean, he just talked on and on about how we're no-good cheats, like James and Enigma care? Meanwhile, his team made it here on their own skills... yeah, I guess we're just ignoring how one of your first round opponents just decided to barely take part in the match and your semi-final opponents weren't even the team originally drawn. He even called our group “Team Glimmer Sisters.”
Gina(?): I know we said we were the brains behind the brawn and the destruction last time, but for the record, we never actually proclaimed ourselves the team leader, we were just acknowledging our role. But this just goes to show how much we're in your head Alex, and why you're nothing but a liability Clyde and Melinda are blindly trusting in because “fate.” I mean, how many times have we embarrassed you and Wil thus far, to the point where we wouldn't be surprised if the two of you aren't even the ones getting the rematch for the titles you're still upset we beat you for? Must make you pretty mad Alex, believing so highly in yourself only for these “talentless whores” to outsmart you time and time again and prove that people like you only exist to be stepping stones so people like us can stand at the top where we belong.
Gia(?): I think the funniest part about his whole rant was the fact that he didn't even acknowledge that it was his group that got involved and handed us the win we “cheated” to get in the semi-finals. You know, the group that's supposedly above all this, yet stormed the ring and attacked in plain sight of the referee to punch our team's ticket to the finals?
Gina(?): Which raises an interesting point. You, Clyde and Melinda all believe that just because our team has been drawing a lot of heat lately means we can't possibly win. You have two old has-beens taking issue with James, some fat bitch obsessing over Enigma, half the locker room watching our every move... what's stopping any of them from wanting so badly to get their “pound of flesh” that they don't care about this match and decide to strike? What happens when one of them inevitably gets tired of waiting and hands us the win, not giving a damn about any of you three because trying to get one over on us themselves is far more important?
Gia(?): Or maybe they just try to stop us from having any fun... you know, that thing no one's been able to stop yet because, I hate to break it to you all, but the Glimmers always have a plan and the more you keep failing to recognize our genius, the more you're going to keep falling for the bait every single time.
Gina(?): But don't worry, this lovely mural we had painted? That's going to become a reality soon enough. Come Under Attack, there will be a little Glimmer of joy when that bell rings, Alex has been embarrassed yet again, Clyde and Melinda learn the hard way that fate's been cheating on them with someone far better this whole time, and they announce the winners of the 2025 trios tournament as Enigma, James Evans...
Gia(?): And Gina Glimmer.
Gina(?): Whichever one of us that may be... not that it matters, because once we have that contract, the real fun begins.
Both twins wink, delighting in the games they're playing that no one has been able to stop yet, and as we fade out on one last look at the impressive mural, it becomes harder and harder to think that fate will work out the way Clyde, Melinda and Alex think it will. After all, when the deck is stacked against them is when Gina & Gia thrive the best, because they know they can turn the odds in their favor every single time... and there's nothing you can do about it.
Gia(?): Hey Gina?
Gina(?): Yes Gina?
Gia(?): You ready to put on a show?
Gina(?): Well, if fate commands it.
We're not sure if whatever bit they're doing was meant to keep going or if this was truly the end of it, but it doesn't matter as they both can't help but break down into the kind of laughter that echoes both throughout this space and in your heads. That kind of teasing, haughty laugh that gets under your skin and grates on your nerves, with enough of a harsh edge to it that hints at genuine amusement from the twin circus stars.
Gina(?): You know, we've gotten pretty sick of all this talk about fate. It's fate that this happened, this is someone's destiny, this or that was meant to be...
Gia(?): Please stop sis, you're going to put our audience to sleep.
Gina(?): Seriously, all of you need to give it a rest with this bullshit. If you want to whore yourself out to the concept of fate, fine, but the rest of us don't want to hear about it every five seconds.
Gia(?): It's just a sign of weakness anyway. If you really need to claim that it's “fate” that you are where you are now, then that means you didn't have the balls to actually make it happen on your own... or you probably just didn't have what it takes to prove you weren't such a worthless little bitch able to make your own decisions after all.
Gina(?): If you're really down that badly for fate, though...
Gia(?) Then pucker up, because we've got your fate right here!
That seems to be the cue as they both untie their ropes and let them drop. It's clear by their bare backs that the twins are both topless, but there's no need for any censoring just yet as they still haven't turned around. Where our attention immediately goes, however, is to the black panties they're wearing, probably the first time we've seen them with something that isn't so small and skimpy that it just disappears between their soft, juicy cheeks. But the big thing here is what's written ON the backs of those panties, right across those thick tasty cakes they carry around: it's the word FATE in big bold white lettering. Simple, maybe, but the message is especially powerful in this moment given who's on deck for the twins in their current endeavors.
Gia(?): Are you guys offended yet? Are you screaming your heads off because how dare we defile your precious concept of fate by wearing it around the greatest asses the great goddess above has ever given to any woman?
Gina(?): If it's not obvious, then we'll spell it out for you: we don't care. Honestly, I think that's the part we find the funniest out of all of this. Throughout the trios tournament, we've heard bitching and moaning about how we've cheated, about how our team shouldn't even be in the finals, that we didn't earn it... is that supposed to make us feel bad? Make us regret all our life choices and turn over a new leaf?
Gia(?): Pretty sure there's a term for this sis. Survival of the fittest, I think it is? At the end of the day, who the hell cares about HOW we win, the only thing that matters is that we won. You say we cheated... we say we outsmarted you, and if you couldn't stop us from doing what we needed to, that's not our fault, it's not James's fault, and it's not Enigma's fault. That's on you losers.
Gina(?): Think about the run we've had since we sauntered into SCW. We've haven't even been here for half a year yet, and we've brought more eyes to SCW than anyone else around now or before us ever did, we won championship gold only six matches into our time here, we've main evented a Breakdown...
Gia(?): Don't forget the fact that we're still undefeated!
Gina(?): And now, we're walking into Minneapolis to make all your wildest dreams and deepest nightmares come true, when James Evans, Enigma, and Gina Glimmer lay claim to a set of contracts that afford us all the luxury of being able to make any match of our choosing.
While Gina (at least, that's who we're guessing just finished speaking) winks to punctuate the enticing thought of what she and her sister could do with a contract like that, it's hard not to miss how they're once again intentionally leaving us in the dark of who's who. Sure, it would be impossible enough to tell when Under Attack rolls around anyway, but that extra little mind game of making you overthink it now has to be grating on your brain.
Gia(?): We've said it before, and we'll say it again: if you have a problem with the way we do business, if it's got you crashing out and ready to wreck your hotel room because we're “not supposed” to be where we are now, then that means we've already won. We've been living rent free in the head of Frosty the Snow Slut for the past month, we've made the Shitigami Foundation completely obsessed with us... hell, our fun caused shit to hit the fan at the start of the last Breakdown and now everyone's running around like headless chickens trying to take advantage of OUR gift to you.
Gina(?): I'd say “you're welcome” but I know they'd just pretend like they have a moral high ground because they can't accept that we've been running this show from the moment we first took the spotlight. I mean, in the first round we left Syren, Polly and Pierce scratching their heads, and just when they thought they finally stopped it, they realized too late that they were playing the wrong game the whole time.
Gia(?): Then the semi-finals saw some uninvited guests crash the party and decide to attack poor Gina right in front of the referee like the Hulk-inspired idiots they are, so the fact that we're here now is on them.
Gina(?): And to think there's all these claims that one-half of SCW's purest and most noble couple was busy fighting Gina when all of that went down and it was Gia who took the bullet. Pretty sure that's not what the referee saw, and that's all that matters.
Gia(?): Pretty sure we called it before this tournament even began sis. Enigma is the unstoppable monster who will devastate everything in his way, James is the ruthless assassin who will tear you to pieces in such a beautifully brilliant way that your own family won't recognize you when he does, and we're the beauty and brains that distract, outwit, and undo everything you think you've got going for you, and, uh, spoiler alert: that's not changing at Under Attack.
Gina(?): Clyde Sutter, Melinda Braddock, and our old friend Alex Belmont... really couldn't have gift-wrapped this finals win for us any nicer, could they? I mean, you'd think people would start recognizing our genius by now, but here are three sad, ugly clowns who are making the EXACT. SAME. MISTAKE. That literally everyone else has who's ever danced with us. Almost makes me wonder if SCW even has anybody who's capable of giving us a real challenge.
Gia(?): I mean, at least we're not saying “fate” every other word like we're making love to it in the world's most boring porno. I swear, that's all there is to Clyde and Melinda. Fate this, fate that, fate fucked Clyde's mom, fate is Melinda's secret side piece... perfect for falling asleep to, but not exactly inspiring anybody if they're supposed to be intimidating us.
Gina(?): We get it, you two are clearly trying to prove you're half as good as anybody on our trios team. You're talking about the tag team Melinda's a part of like they're any threat to our title reign, undefeated only because they haven't been exposed and embarrassed by SCW's only true goddesses yet, you're acting like you've already won this whole thing because... two people who actually partner up outside of this tournament just so happened to end up on the same team? Cute, but it doesn't change the fact that James and Enigma have worked very well with us from the very beginning because once that bell rings, we all know our roles, we all know how to compliment one another, and we execute to perfection.
Gia(?): They can call that blind luck “fate” if they want sis, but that just means they'll be bowing down and kissing our asses like fate already is soon enough.
Gina(?): Don't believe us? Then allow us to share the truth with you all.
The twins snap their fingers, and the curtain they've been standing in front of starts to part. What is unveiled is an awe-inspiring masterpiece of artistic beauty and depravity. Hidden behind the curtain this whole time was a massive portrait, easily large enough to extend wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling, on par with the works of Michelangelo painted onto the walls of the Sistine Chapel. The painting itself portrays three barely-clothed women that historians would recognize as Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos, the Fates from Greek mythology, all prostrating themselves before Gina & Gia Glimmer, posed just as they are now except completely nude in the painting, as the Fates are literally kissing and worshiping the twins' glorious behinds. Off to either side of them, the painting depicts Enigma as a terrifying, powerful barbarian and James as a cold, calculating king, cutting down various figure who resemble everybody else who was involved in the trios tournament, with the most prominent figures being cut down being the last three standing in their way.
Gina(?): Beautiful, isn't it? We thought it would really drive home the point that fate is bullshit. See, my sister and I used to be willing to accept that things are predetermined and our lives would just play out however it was meant to be. Then we actually started thinking for ourselves, reinvented our lives and decided we were done playing that game.
Gia(?): Clotho, Lachesis, Atropos... yeah, we know our Greek mythos, chalk another point to us for being more than just sexy bitches since none of you seem to get that yet. But we took those Fates, grabbed them by the throat, made them realize that not even they could stop us, and now they worship us as goddesses.
Gina(?): Clyde, Melinda, let me share a secret with you: the moment the Glimmer Sisters became who we are today was the moment we stopped caring about all that fate nonsense you two are obsessed with. If our SCW run so far has proven anything, it's that we're not women who like to wait. We make our own rules, we make fate bow to us instead of the other way around, and if you're so sure that you're going to stop our trios team just because “fate says so” then you two are in for a very rude awakening come Under Attack.
Gia(?): Hah! We can even do the whole social media thing better than the third-rate Braddock bitch too, and we don't even have any of our own accounts!
Gia (again, we're still kind of assuming here) shows this by bending over, shamelessly “flaunting her fate” as she retrieves her phone from the robe piled at her feet. We zoom in at this point to see Gia pull up the official Cirque du Sins Instagram feed, which has already snapped a picture of what we've been watching play out and uploaded it. The post has barely been up for a minute, and it's already gotten millions of likes and thousands of comments. We pan back out as the twins both turn around now, censorship immediately going into effect to blur their bare breasts as they smirk like sharks stalking their prey.
Gina(?): I suppose the question does really need to be asked, though... we know Clyde and Melinda trust each other because they're a thing or whatever.
Gia(?): Gross.
Gina(?): But how much do you really trust Alex, and how much does he trust you? I mean, if we're hearing right, you all kind of want the same thing, and that's to take tag team gold away from us. I wonder what would happen if you did somehow win, only to kind of butt heads over trying to use those contracts for the same thing.
Gia(?): There's also the fact that Alex is totally obsessed with us, and we're not surprised. I mean, he just talked on and on about how we're no-good cheats, like James and Enigma care? Meanwhile, his team made it here on their own skills... yeah, I guess we're just ignoring how one of your first round opponents just decided to barely take part in the match and your semi-final opponents weren't even the team originally drawn. He even called our group “Team Glimmer Sisters.”
Gina(?): I know we said we were the brains behind the brawn and the destruction last time, but for the record, we never actually proclaimed ourselves the team leader, we were just acknowledging our role. But this just goes to show how much we're in your head Alex, and why you're nothing but a liability Clyde and Melinda are blindly trusting in because “fate.” I mean, how many times have we embarrassed you and Wil thus far, to the point where we wouldn't be surprised if the two of you aren't even the ones getting the rematch for the titles you're still upset we beat you for? Must make you pretty mad Alex, believing so highly in yourself only for these “talentless whores” to outsmart you time and time again and prove that people like you only exist to be stepping stones so people like us can stand at the top where we belong.
Gia(?): I think the funniest part about his whole rant was the fact that he didn't even acknowledge that it was his group that got involved and handed us the win we “cheated” to get in the semi-finals. You know, the group that's supposedly above all this, yet stormed the ring and attacked in plain sight of the referee to punch our team's ticket to the finals?
Gina(?): Which raises an interesting point. You, Clyde and Melinda all believe that just because our team has been drawing a lot of heat lately means we can't possibly win. You have two old has-beens taking issue with James, some fat bitch obsessing over Enigma, half the locker room watching our every move... what's stopping any of them from wanting so badly to get their “pound of flesh” that they don't care about this match and decide to strike? What happens when one of them inevitably gets tired of waiting and hands us the win, not giving a damn about any of you three because trying to get one over on us themselves is far more important?
Gia(?): Or maybe they just try to stop us from having any fun... you know, that thing no one's been able to stop yet because, I hate to break it to you all, but the Glimmers always have a plan and the more you keep failing to recognize our genius, the more you're going to keep falling for the bait every single time.
Gina(?): But don't worry, this lovely mural we had painted? That's going to become a reality soon enough. Come Under Attack, there will be a little Glimmer of joy when that bell rings, Alex has been embarrassed yet again, Clyde and Melinda learn the hard way that fate's been cheating on them with someone far better this whole time, and they announce the winners of the 2025 trios tournament as Enigma, James Evans...
Gia(?): And Gina Glimmer.
Gina(?): Whichever one of us that may be... not that it matters, because once we have that contract, the real fun begins.
Both twins wink, delighting in the games they're playing that no one has been able to stop yet, and as we fade out on one last look at the impressive mural, it becomes harder and harder to think that fate will work out the way Clyde, Melinda and Alex think it will. After all, when the deck is stacked against them is when Gina & Gia thrive the best, because they know they can turn the odds in their favor every single time... and there's nothing you can do about it.