The crowd that has gathered around them begins to murmur, their phones flashing as they record the aftermath of the confrontation. The gym's harsh lights reflect off the chrome equipment, casting stark shadows across the scene. A few of the more daring ones step closer, eager to catch a better shot of the defeated celebrity… And its all posted now.
Earlier, Kourtney Kardashian, her eyes blazing with a fiery determination, strides through the doors of the gym. Her fury and resolve grow with every step she takes toward Ariel, who leans smugly against a punching bag, resplendent in yesterday’s victory.
"You think you can mess with my family and just walk away?" Kourtney's voice echoes through the gym, cutting through the din of clanging weights and grunts.
Ariel laughs. She pushes herself off the punching bag, her eyes never leaving Kourtney's.
"Your family?" she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Please, like you actually care about that little brat. And what? You’re cavalry? Hysterical!” Ariel laughs.
Kourtney's eyes narrow as she takes in Ariel's taunts. Despite being 46, she has maintained a rigorous workout regimen that keeps her in top form. Her body, while not as youthful as Ariel's, displays years of discipline and dedication in its toned presentation.
Kourt arrives with purpose. She has already considered that she’s not likely to win a fair fight against this solid younger woman, but she isn't about to let anyone’s disrespect go unchecked. She takes a deep breath, her chest tightening, her C-plus-cup boobs thrust forward as she feels the weight of the stares from the onlookers.
"You've got no idea what you've just done," Kourtney said, her voice low and threatening. She rolls her shoulders and flexes her fingers, feeling the power in her arms. She knows that her best bet is to keep it simple, fight dirty and end it fast. Ariel, on the other hand, looks like she isn’t expecting much from ‘step-mommy.’
Ariel comes forward to confront mama-bear, practically pressing her XXL chest in the reality-star’s nicely adequate but smaller bosom. They stand eye to eye. Kourtney glares at her, remaining still, her eyes never leaving the younger woman's gaze.
“Go home and take care of your sniveling brat before you get hurt, old woman,” Winter challenges with a smirk.
As Ariel reaches out to flick a piece of hair from her face, Kourtney sees her opening. With a swiftness that belies her age, she lunges forward, catching Ariel off guard. She throws a solid, practiced punch, shoulder engaged, and feet planted. Her fist slams hard into Ariel’s belly and immediately follows it with a cross that whacks into Ariel’s sternum. Both are solid hits. Ariel finches, grunts but holds her ground. Her abs are solid enough, toughened by all her time in the gym training to maintain her extraordinary figure-- she` absorbs the blows, but both hurt. Though still off-balance, Ariel swings back with a wild haymaker that Kourtney easily dodges and counters with a well calculated punch to Winter’s gut followed up with a wicked uppercut to Ariel’s left boob.
Winter steps back, rubbing her boob and shaking her head. ‘What the f**k is going on? How is this happening?’ she asks herself.
Kourtney smiles as she takes a classic boxer’s stance. In fact, she relaxes into it. Winter notices, thinking--this bitch really knows how to box. Winter raises her fists, circles to the left, but then charges in low, using her weight to her advantage. Kardashian tries to adjust, but it’s a bit too late. Their bodies collide Ariel has the momentum as she tackles Kourtney hard to the thin gym mat. She straddles Kourtney, slamming knees into her ribs and elbows across her chest.
Kourtney grits her teeth, trying to push Ariel off. But the younger woman is heavy and strong, fueled by adrenaline and spite and keeps up the assault. Each knee strike sends waves of pain through Kourtney's body.
With a surge of determination, Kourtney plants her feet, pulses her thighs and twists her body, flipping the script and reversing their positions. Now it is Ariel on her back, her eyes wide with shock. Kourtney wastes not a second, slamming her elbow across Ariel's collarbone, then grabbing her foe’s hair and banging Ariels head repeatedly on the thin mat. Repeatedly. Repeatedly…
“You-leave-Alabama-alone-and-apologize-to- her” Kourtney spits out thudding Ariels head to the mat with each word, just for emphasis, “Or I’ll really kick your fat, sloppy ass,”
Ariel gets that this mama-bear is no joke. She slams her palm up into the older woman’s chin, then bucks her off and kicks her away. Both women are quickly on their feet, glaring.
Kourtney steps in close to belt Ariel hard in the gut. Ariel grunts and follows suit, punching hard into here foe’s abs. Kourtney stands her ground and fires again. The younger woman flinches for just a moment, but steps to again and returns fire. Kourtney is unmoved and unimpressed. For a third time, Kardashian drives her fist deep into Ariel’s belly and follows up with an uppercut that mashes her left tit flat.
“You bitch!” Ariel howls.
“Can’t take it? Not so tough,” Kourt smirks as she feigns a boob punch but comes in way, way low, knocking Ariel to her knees.
Kourtney spins around and kicks Ariel squarely in the chest. She steps forward to jam her knee into the side of the younger woman’s head. Ariel is knocked back on her haunches. Kourtney slips behind Ariel, grabs her head and forces it backwards so that she can lock it between her toned thighs.
“I could break your neck if I wanted to,” Kourtney threatens.
She reaches down to grab Ariels boobs and digs her fingers in hard.
Tears well up in Winter’s eyes. This old woman is taking her apart. She’s in deep trouble.
Ariel braces herself. She gulps in air an wails loudly. She claws into Kourtney’s thighs. Kourtney takes notice and reaches back for Ariel’s hand. The younger woman then lurches up. She has enough weight and power to knock her tormentor off balance. Kourtney lands hard. Ariel is free. She rubs her aching neck for just a moment. More resilient than her older foe, she launches herself as Kourtney struggles to get back on her feet and takes her down hard.
Incensed, Winter crashes a knee down into Kourtney’s ribs. And an elbow across the back of her foe’s neck. She beats Kourtney for all she’s worth, rendering her dazed and hurting.
Ariel stands quickly. As her foe presses on elbows and knees to get up, Ariel steps back and kicks her hard in the belly. Kourtney lands on her back. Ariel immediately stomps her in the belly. Kourtney rolls to her knees still trying to rise up, but once more Ariel rears back and delivers a vicious kick to her foe’s gut. The older woman is in deep trouble as she lands on her back. Winter just stomps her twice in the belly. Ariel grabs her hair, hauls her to her feet and throws her into the nearest gym wall. She immediately slams her knee up into Kourtney’s gut and then throws her belly first down to the mat. Winter bends to seize both of her arms, yanks them up and steps with her full weight onto the small of Kourtney’s back.
“You’re tough enough for an old bitch, but not tough enough for me,” Ariel leers.
Stomping twice more on Kourtney’s back, she pulls the haggard woman to her feet, peels off her sports bra exposing her foe’s excellent tits.
“You did better than that pussy stepdaughter of yours, I’ll give you that. But now here’s something you can teach your step-brat,” Ariel continues.
She slips out of her own bra, lifts and shakes out her two world-class boobs and then hoists Kourtney into a tit-to tit mashing, grinding, pancaking bear hug.
Tears stream down Kourtney face as she tries to gulp in air. Moaning first loudly, then more softly and finally, mercifully, not at all, she passes out.
Ariel tosses her foe’s thoroughly beaten body down.
“Hey—somebody, clean up this mess—and be sure to post the fight. My fans will eat this up.” Ariel chortles, “and then bring me some aspirin…”
