Home Show Wars by bocarat

Cindy Crawford vs Kathy Ireland

“I can't believe that bitch is hawking furniture now! Look at that spread. Kmart never gave me that kind of press. I fuckin' hate that bitch!” the former super model, and now super mom continued in her tirade. Her husband could only look on and offer and empty “now, now it will all be okay!” response and look at his beautiful but upset wife. He tried to calm her down, but Kathy was livid. She picks up the Rooms To Go ad and says, “look at her, she is all over the insert. Is she selling furniture of herself, that stupid slut! Look at her spread her legs to sell a piece of wood.” This continues for sometime, as Kathy is finishing her packing to being the arduous tour of Home Shows beginning in South Florida in a couple of days. Kathy watches her husband leave for work, and wonders if that bitch Crawford will be there.

Kathy arrives in her Miami suite, and turns out the television for news and weather. After the speaking head speak about the noon news and weather; Kathy hears Cindy voice talking about her furniture and how stylish and affordable it is in an television ad. Kathy goes berserk and throw the remote at the television set, but the television's volume increases at the enraged supermodel's action. Kathy goes over to the set, and watches as Cindy is being filmed sitting in different pieces of furniture with different casual and elegant outfits and poses. Kathy is fuming, and her turf is being challenged by another supermodel. The auburn-haired model and mom regains her composure, and turns the channel on the set, and lowers the volume. Kathy starts imagining what she and Cindy will do when they meet at the pre-Home Show mixer in just a few hours.

Kathy dresses to the nines, wearing a designer evening gown chosen to display ample cleavage and thighs for all attending. Kathy arrives and is greeted by organizers, other furniture and home wares representatives, and some of her own staff. After posing for pictures, and satisfying some autograph requests; Kathy turns to her assistant and asks “has anyone seen Crawford yet?” The assistant replies, No, not yet!” Before Kathy heard the assistant's statement, a large volume of noise of oohs and awhs were heard in the large hall. Cindy Crawford has just entered the hall in a beautiful white evening attire displaying her long, lean body and plenty of thigh with her own entourage. She shook the same hands, and took the same pictures and signed the same autographs Kathy had just performed, but the partiers seems more enthused to see Cindy than Kathy. Kathy was once again fuming at being upstaged by that “Home Show Whore!”

After entrances had quieted down, Cindy made her way over to Kathy to say hi. The two supermodels exchanged hellos and how are you? The small talk was polite, brief and uncomfortable. “What wrong Kathy? You look upset!” Cindy asked. “I just don't like being upstaged.” Kathy replied. “You mean you can't handle a little competition!” Cindy said as she began to feed off the attitude Kathy was giving her. “Please, Kathy said, that furniture company is known for cheap, poor quality merchandise.” Cindy looked at Kathy and moved closer to her retail rival and said, “You have a lot of nerve talking about poor quality and displaying those tits you Kmart cunt!” Kathy was shocked at the language, but wanted a piece of the brunette supermodel and super mom. Kathy and Cindy were in so close that they could each see an eyeful of each other's bosoms, and their legs and thighs snuck out to test the boundaries of each other's private, intimate zones. Kathy looked into Cindy's eyes, and spoke in a deliberate but delicate whisper, ”You fucking home show whore, why I should kick your skanky ass right here and now you slut!” Cindy was ready for the challenge and whispered back “any time, any place bitch!” The two were interrupted by some noise in another corner of the conference hall. Another female celebrity was entering the premises. The two supermodels looked at who was entering, but couldn't see clearly who it was, but they too were getting the same applause, and recognition they had earlier had garnered.

Suddenly, Cindy's assistant came up to her and intervened to avoid a scene in the large hall, with lots of onlookers and plenty of photographers. “Now, now ladies!” the assistant said as she took Cindy by the arm and carried her away from the verbal battleground. Kathy embarrassed by the scene left for her room, and quickly removed her evening gown, and changed into a pair of jean and a black top. She poured herself a drink, and laid on the bed relaxing and dreaming about the encounter she came so close to having it out with Cindy Crawford.

Kathy was awoken by a knock on the door from her golden slumber. It was about mid-night, as Kathy groggily asked who was at the door as she approached it, she was surprised by the answer “You know who it is, now open the door bitch!” It was Cindy. She was dressed also in jean, and a black tank top, which revealed her long, lean athletic build. Kathy opened the door and both women stared at each other. Cindy spoke first, “You didn't think that I would let you get away talking to me the way you did! Or did you? Kathy said, “I'm glad to see you have the guts. Now we can settle this like the bitches we are!”

Cindy kicked off her shoes, and the two supermodels immediately got into an attack mode with their legs spread for leverage, and their arms and hands extended to begin fighting. The two first met in a test of strength with their arms and hands firmly clasped over their heads. The grunting and groaning of muscle against muscle lasted for a short while. Cindy gave in first, but quickly wrapped her arms around Kathy's waist and brought her firm pair of breasts into Kathy's breasts. The room was filled with an “oomph!” noise as the two-made contact with their chest. “Do you think your tits are any match for mine bitch!” Kathy said, Cindy grunted as she tightened her embrace and said, “your tits are just saggy bags of flab slut!” “Oh yeah! Kathy said, broke off the embrace, stepped back and took her top off of her head and said, care to find out whose tits are best!” Cindy not to be outdone removed her tank top and threw it somewhere in the suite.

The two women slowly came together in Kathy's suite. They eyed each other carefully, Kathy moved into Cindy's body with hers. Kathy breasts swelled up in her bra, as she took an expansive breath into her lungs. Cindy feeling the pressure on her own chest from Kathy's move, took a breath and forced her own breasts into that of her foes. Kathy being slightly taller swayed her breasts against Cindy's, causing Cindy to let out a small moan. It may have been subtle, but Kathy who smiled in gaining the first point in their match of pride heard it. “Come on Cindy, let's see what you got? Or should I say what you got left!” The two women both removed their tops and bras and revealed their “once perfect” breasts. “Fuck you bitch!” Cindy said, as she and Kathy moved together in a mutual bear hug. The breast fight had begun. Both women threw back their heads, as they rubbed and squeezed their breasts against the mammary of their hated rival. With their hands locked around each other's firm, thin waist, the two supermodels began a dance of pride and pain. Kathy started to rub her breasts and nipples against Cindy's matching pair, as the two wildcats now began to sway like tall pine trees in the wind. With each sway, the women's head would turn and long, thick auburn and brown hair would roll from one side of their body to the other.

The two used one hand to contain or hold the other woman, while their right hands released their grips on waist flesh, and pushed and clawed at each other's face and chin. Cindy and Kathy's hands eventually snaked back to their rival's neck, and grasped and handful of thick mane and pulled each other's hair back, and from side to side. Kathy was the first to use to hands to control Cindy's head and hair, as Cindy let out a cry of “stop!” that was ignored but enjoyed by the auburn haired supermodel. Cindy soon realizing that two can play at that, matched Kathy's move and pulled on the beautiful tresses of Kathy, who now moaned “oouucchhh!” from the pain the tugging and pulling caused. The two former supermodels were now engaged in a hair pulling, breast battling stalemate, and the winner might just be who could inflict the most pain, and yet absorb the most.

This continued for what seemed eternity to the two super moms, until desire and stamina faded in both, and they both fell back into their mutual bear hug of breasts and tummy against breast and tummy. Kathy could feel Cindy's back getting slick with sweat, and Kathy was not able to keep her hold around her chest. Cindy and Kathy both dropped their holds to around their waists, as they had begun this match of wills. Kathy's hands sought out Cindy's breasts and began to squeeze and scratch the precious orbs. Cindy could only squeal out her resistance, as she scratched Kathy's back and the little rolls of fat around her waist. Kathy feeling the pain from this, pulled at Cindy's hair with her left hand as she began to maul Cindy's breast with her right hand. Kathy's fingers spread out to squeeze the breast, and used her thumb to poke into sensitive skin around Cindy's nipple. Cindy took attacked Kathy's breasts with her strong hands, and sharp nails. Cindy cupped Kathy's right breast in her hand, and squeezed and pulled at the fleshy mound. She then dug her nails into the soft flesh, once used to feed her babies, this caused Kathy to elicit a sharp scream of pain “aaauugggh! You bitch!”

Tears were collecting in both eyes of the supermodel moms as the two women separated. Before they completely separated each pinched at the nipples of the other woman. The pained looked on their faces was never caught by camera for any centerfold picture. Kathy threw her head back in anguish, as Cindy continued to scratch, claw and tear into the breast flesh. Cindy tried to focus on the effort to cause pain to Kathy, then on the pain and punishment Kathy was causing on her own tits. Cindy broke the hold off first, and as Kathy could not focus on her foe, Cindy moved behind Kathy and attacked Kathy's tits again from behind her. Cindy could feel the perspiration on Kathy's back soothe her own breasts, as she cupped and tore into the tit flesh of Kathy.

Kathy spun out of the hold, and then with pent up anger and energy she slammed her breasts against Cindy's who was now up against a wall in the suite. As Cindy reached back to feel the wall, and the entrance to the bedroom, Kathy moved in to Cindy and mashed her breasts and stomach against Cindy's. Kathy rubbed her breasts and nipples against Cindy's over and over again like a mechanized rolling pin.

Now both women were writhing and moaning from the friction and the pain that it was causing. Their breasts bobbed, and contorted from the pressure each boob had on its counterpart. Sweat and tears were streaming down each woman's face as the fight seemed to increase with intensity and the pain each was absorbing. Finally, Kathy raised her hands and clutched the top of Cindy's head, and pulled her breasts and chest into Cindy's. Cindy was surprised by the move, and wondered what Kathy was doing. Their cheeks on their faces rubbed, as did their slick breasts and stomachs. Kathy used Cindy's hair as leverage for the tight embrace.

Kathy lowered her hands to Cindy's, which were below her waist. Kathy leaned into Cindy forcing their breasts to mold like touching water balloons. Both women took the time to suck in large gulps of air. Cindy raised her face and chin to rest on Kathy's head, as Kathy lowered her face into Cindy's ample breasts. Cindy recovered quickly, and deftly spun Kathy against the wall where she once was, and pinned Kathy's hands behind her back, and shoved her chest into Kathy's. Kathy grimaced in pain, and dejection knowing that she let the brunette supermodel mom, now have the advantage she had recently enjoyed. Cindy grabbed the back of Kathy's head by the hair, and banged her head into the wall. Kathy grabbed Cindy's hair, and pulled it downward, forcing Cindy's head up. This position matched nipple against nipple, breast-to-breast and firm stomach and tummy into a strong vise. Cindy continued to knock Kathy's head against the wall. Kathy cried out several times, but Cindy continued with the beatings. The two women then squeezed and pulled each other closer forcing tit flesh to compress, and more tears from their ducts.

The two women separated in their jeans, and topless flesh. Cindy and Kathy both exchanged glances at each other's body showing a confident look in their faces that their body was the better of the two. Cindy broke the silence first; “I can take you any way you want, I own you bitch!” Kathy responded by saying “Oh really!” She ten proceeded to remove her jeans and threw them in the corner of the room. Cindy turned her head, but did not take her eyes off the auburn beauty, then removed her own jeans and threw them down on the floor in disgust like a football player spikes the football after a touchdown. The two moved towards each other slowly and methodically, a gasp was heard as the two felt the semi-naked flesh of their rival. Words were not spoken only the grunts and groans of their Amazonian stalemate.

Kathy was finally able to develop some bodily momentum, and carried and crushed Cindy beneath her on the bed. Cindy and Kathy immediately started to pull at each other's hair, while their breasts, stomachs and thighs met pore to pore. Kathy was high up on Cindy's chest as the struggle began. Kathy pulled on the bed sheets, and pillow to force her body up against Cindy's. Cindy responded by pulling up on Kathy's rounds, but sweaty ass as the two women jerked in rhythm to their own horizontal dance. Cindy looked up at Kathy who was pained by the motion of the two women on the bed. Cindy could feel Kathy's breasts sway and bounce against her own firm breasts. Cindy dug her nails into the soft flesh of Kathy's ass, and yanked on the thin, feminine thong Kathy was wearing. The pulled thong dug into Kathy's ass and love mound and generated a squeal along with the grunts and groans the two women were releasing. The moved caused Kathy to move higher up Cindy's prone body, and soon her breasts were over Cindy's face. Cindy could feel the heavy orbs smacking her against her cheeks as they struggled. As Cindy pulled on the modest fabric, Kathy raised her head to yell out in pain, and pulled on Cindy's hair. Kathy had also landed a knee into Cindy's love mound forcing the strong brunette supermodel to yell out a scream of her own.

Cindy released the thong, and Kathy fell into Cindy's arms. As the two women took a time out to catch their breath; their love mounds and thighs began to rub against each other. The moist, sticky dew generated from the intimacy between the two supermodels settled on the two like an elixir to relax the body. Cindy could hear Kathy's breaths becoming deeper and melodic. Cindy looked around the room in horror, as she was beneath Kathy and feared the fight would be over soon. Kathy fell into a deep relaxing rhythm of humping and grinding her assets into Cindy's. Cindy acted quickly and bucked Kathy off of her, and rolled on top of the surprised super mom. Cindy squeezed Kathy's left breast with her right hand, and balanced herself with her left arm while pinning Kathy's right arm down on the bed. Kathy reached out and scratched and squeezed Cindy's firm right thigh. Cindy then reached back with her right arm, and pinned Kathy's left arm to her side also. Cindy flopped her breasts down hard on Kathy's, and positioned her groin above Kathy's. Kathy struggled in the pin, and was able to released both her arms from their pin, and grab a handful of Cindy's hair with her left hand, and Cindy's thong with her right hand. Cindy grimaced in pain, much like Kathy did when Cindy performed the same move on her. Cindy could feel the fabric rub raw her tender cracks and crevices of her body. As Kathy pulled on the delicate fabric, Cindy rose up over Kathy and tried to pull away from the pain and pressure being inflicted on her. Kathy released the hair, and dug her nails from her left hand into Cindy's right breast. The nails dug in with such sharp, shearing pain that Cindy could only close her eyes, and hope to endure the pain in her chest. Kathy also continued to pull at Cindy's thong forcing the Rooms to Go spokeswoman to yell out in pain “oowww!”

Cindy sat back on Kathy's stomach, and pushed down on her upright knees forcing the knees, thighs and legs out wide. Kathy yelled out in pain, and then Cindy lowered her ass between Kathy's legs. Cindy moved up Kathy's body and lowered her thong-covered pussy over Kathy's mouth. Kathy struggled between Cindy's thighs and tried to pry the python like legs from her mouth and throat. Cindy shoved her pelvis into Kathy's face in an attempt to smother out the fight in the Kmart spokeswoman. Kathy continued to claw and tear at Cindy's thighs, but it was of little consequence to the determined supermodel. Kathy could feel the fight, and consciousness leaving her body. Cindy seeing that the end was near, got off of Kathy quickly and pivoted so that now she could perform a reverse face sit on the downed auburn haired supermodel. Kathy mouth and nose were in the ass crack of Cindy. The humiliation and torture of the situation un-nerved the usually un-flappable super model. Cindy felt Kathy's hands begin to caress her on her thighs, Kathy then reached up and latched onto a handful of careless, long curly hair and yanked Cindy off of her.

Cindy yelping from the pain of having her hair torn out by their roots rolled on the bed, Kathy recovered quickly from the near ass-smothering jumped on top of Cindy and gave her some of her own medicine. Kathy quickly landed on top of Cindy and forced the brunette supermodel on her back, and beneath Kathy's own sweaty ass. Kathy rocked back and forth on Cindy's face and mouth, hoping to give Cindy some of the same humiliation Kathy endured. As Kathy weighed down on Cindy's mouth and nostrils, Cindy pulled on Kathy's thong bringing back the pain that was experience earlier in the fight. Kathy howled in pain from the anguish given to her private orifices. Kathy not able to continue to take the pain, rolled off of Cindy.

The two sucked in precious air into their pained lungs, jaws and faces on separate ends of the bed. After a brief respite the two rolled into each other; this time fighting face to face. In a curl of flesh, hair and extremities; insults and grunts and groans were heard in the suite. Each tied up the other's legs in various holds and pythonic leg pins. Eventually, Kathy ended up on top. The wrestling on the bed between the two took on both a sensual, and pride competition of superiority and beauty. Neither woman wanted to admit to being dominated physically, sexually and mentally.

As Kathy began to press her dominance in the fight, Cindy resorted to the tactic of pulling at Kathy's worn but flimsy thong. She reached around with both hands and pulled on the thong with one hand, and grasped and firmly cupped the ass with the other. Cindy used her strong hands, and talons to inflict some pain in the lovely ass of Kathy. In a defensive measure, Kathy lowered her body on top of Cindy's, and pressed her chest into Cindy, and also her weight into the shoulders of her foe. This limited the range of attack Cindy could use with her arms. Cindy arms would bounce about like an un-manned fire hose.

After a brief struggle, the two once again relaxed in each other's hold. Kathy was once again subtle grinding her love mound into Cindy's who responded back in a similar wave-like motion. The breasts of the two supermodels heaved with each deep breath and sigh. The two combatants almost feel asleep like this from the pure exhaustion of the fight. The two women were cheek to cheek on the bed resting as if they were in some kind of mental “time out!” Cindy whispered to Kathy, “this is far from over bitch!” Kathy rose up and rolled off Cindy's beautiful, but damaged and slick body and reached down and tore at Cindy's pussy. “Take that bitch!” Kathy yelled at Cindy.

Cindy screamed out in horror, and Kathy thought that someone surely heard her scream. Kathy looked at the door, but no one arrived. Kathy felt Cindy move beside her and felt the intense searing pain of Cindy tearing at her own pussy. Cindy sharp nails dug into the creased flesh causing Kathy to cry and yell out also. The two separated and jumped off the bed. Now both women looked like they had suffered at the hands of hundreds instead of one determined foe. Kathy said, “I fucking hate you slut! I really fucking hate you!” Cindy yelled back, “Oh yah! Well believe me the feeling is mutual you cunt!” The two again met each other in the room and began to claw and tear into each other's chest. Yelps and cries of pain were exchanged between the two women.

The two supermodels forced their chests into each other in a strong bear hug hold. Their damaged breasts and nipples shook from sharp, searing pain. The two supermodel's once lovely faces now looked contorted and strained from the pain being inflicted. Kathy tore at Cindy's right breast with her claw of a left hand, and at Cindy's pussy with her right hand. Kathy was able to slide her fingers into Cindy love mound and scratch the inner walls. Cindy cried out in pain “oowwww you bitch! Let go, let go of me you bitch! Stop you whore!” As Kathy continued the assault, Cindy mounted her own offensive and attacked Kathy's pussy with her long, strong fingers. She also tore and clawed at the sensitive flesh, which ceased the attack by Kathy as she tried to protect her own turf. Kathy cried out for Cindy to stop, but Cindy only yelled back “You started it bitch!” and continued the assault.

The fight stopped again, as Cindy removed her hands and nails from Kathy's damaged inner flesh. Cindy moved away from Kathy, and sat down on the bed trying to recover before the next battle. Kathy too sat down, but on a desk chair in the suite. The two looked at each other, and than at their own damaged bodies. Kathy got up first, and noticed Cindy tighten up as if preparing for another assault. Kathy laughed, and went over to the stocked refrigerator and got Cindy and her a bottle of water. “This is far from being over. I ain't done with you yet!” Kathy spoke out, “but it doesn't mean I am not a good host!” Kathy laughed. Cindy seeing the humor in the moment laughed also, but quickly downed some of the contents of the water bottle. “Are you ready?” Kathy asked. Cindy responded “I am, let's finish this!”

The two met each other again by the bed, their bodies heavily damaged and slick with sweat. This time the two came together like lovers in a slow dance. Each woman placed their arms on the shoulders of the other, and wrapped up the other in a strong embrace. Their nipples were hard and erect, and were drilling little holes into the other's tit flesh. Their foreheads and noses met, as their breasts bent and folded like full water balloons crushed against each other. Neither woman said a word, each looked into the eyes of their enemies as smiles of confidence and impending pleasure filled their faces.

Cindy moved first forcing her breasts between Kathy's breasts as the two lurched and shuffled about the suite in their tight embrace. Kathy's breasts were larger, but Cindy's were firm and up to the task. The two super mom's tummies met as their compression of their breasts became greater from the mutual holds. As their arms weakened from the bear hug holds, their arms slid down to their waists in an effort to maintain constant pressure and contact with the other's body. The two women began to enjoy the contact of their breasts on the other supermodels. They slowly maneuvered to stimulate the arousal going on between them. The breathing became heavier; soon goose bumps were showing up on each other's skin. They began to brush their breasts against each other's like a painter applies his brush to a palette.

The two women straightened their bodies to achieve greater surface area contact. Kathy hugged Cindy around her waist, and grabbed her ass to a better hold. Cindy wrapped her arms around Kathy's neck bringing their breasts more compressed and their bodies closer. Their knees bent as each began to hump the other like a horny poodle to a friendly human leg. Each woman would look down at the intimate battle between her breasts, thighs and pelvis'. This would bring each woman closer to climax, as the images danced in their brains and onto their hormones.

As this little erotic dance continued, the two women changed positions. Kathy now a hold around Cindy's neck, and Cindy held on to Kathy's bucking hips and ass. Soon their breasts were hopping around like fish out of water from the increased tempo of the bipedal humping. As each woman was fighting off the urge to cum first, the two contorted their bodies to only stimulate the other, and not be allowed to be stimulated. The two super moms were close to climax, and broke apart before giving into their erotic nature, and maintain their composure. Each woman wanted to feel the climax, and relief to their bodies, but their competitive spirit and dignity would not allow it. As the feeling of pent up release subsided in their bodies, the two joined each other again in a sobering hold of “what might have been.” With smiles sneaking in to the corners of their mouths and sparkle in their eyes, the battle was back on.

Cindy grabbed Kathy by her thick hair, and forced her down to the floor of the suite. She and Kathy were both on their knees. Cindy took the opportunity to try and remove Kathy's torn and out-stretched thong. Kathy protested, and moved on all fours around the room. Cindy continued to remove the undergarment, and soon had it down around Kathy's knee. Kathy then two concentrated on removing Cindy's only clothing on her svelte body. In what looked like some childish game of “ring around the rosey,” the two super moms each struggled to maintain the only vestige of civility the two wildcats had on. The two supermodels now stood up face-to-face, breast-to-breast pulling at each other's well worn, and torn thongs. The two looked at each other, and Kathy tilted her head and kissed the sweet lips of her foe. Cindy responded back and kissed Kathy's lip hard and wet, and yet their hands conspirators in this ploy this continued to try and rip off the torn, tattered thongs.

The two bumped and humped each other's slick body with each other's flesh, as they pulled and tugged at the stubborn fabric. A rip was heard, and Kathy's modest fabric was torn off; Cindy smiled at her victory, but was soon rewarded by Kathy planting Cindy on the carpeted floor of the suite. Kathy mashed her chest and groin into Cindy's. Cindy spiked her nails into Kathy's flesh ass and tried to control the rhythm. With each lurch and hump the two women's love mounds, and chest mounds folded and rocked. Cindy using her legs as leverage over took the auburn haired beauty and was now on top of the Kmart Vixen. Despite being beneath Cindy's pin, Kathy still tried to remove Cindy's thong. Kathy pulled and tore at the undergarment but to no avail. “What did you think I got it at Kmart!” Cindy said to her struggling opponent. Now it was Cindy's turn to mash her tits into Kathy's and hump Kathy's love mound into oblivion. Kathy nearly admitting defeat, now released the fabric and grabbed hold of Cindy's shaking, thundering ass. With her remaining sexual strength being sapped, she dug her nails into Cindy's tight butt and held on for dear life. The climax and release was coming, as was the defeat sexually at the hands of her hated retail and beauty rival.

Kathy finally spewed out her liquid passion for Cindy. Cindy could feel Kathy's sticky liquid mix with her own juices generated by the intimate battle. Cindy was on the verge of coming also, and as she finally relaxed and let her pent up emotions flow, she looked in a victorious smile down at her defeated foe, the super mom, model and corporate icon Kathy Ireland. Kathy was still feeling the effects of her orgasm, and was soon in a relaxed state. Cindy then rolled off of the auburn hair beauty, and rolled in behind her, and was soon wrapping her arms and legs around the defeated supermodel. Kathy thinking that Cindy was interested in a little nuzzling, and caressing after their fight did not resist Cindy tying her up in her arms and legs like a python. Cindy then wrapped wrapped her right arm around Kathy's throat in a sleeper hold and began to choke her into submission. Kathy caught by surprised by the move offered only fleeting resistance, and then submitted to the victorious supermodel, super mom and now super retailer. Cindy was queen of the Home Show Wars at least for now.

Cindy moved slowly from the sleeping supermodel, mother gathered her jeans, bra and tank top and left for her own suite. Early the next morning a knock on the un-closed door, another celebrity saw the carnage and envisioned what had happened the night before and thought to herself “so this is what happens when you lose at the Home Show War.”