"What the actual hell, Kourt?" Kim seethed, staring at her phone screen with a mix of rage and disbelief as she watched the latest viral video of her sister's altercation.
Kim Kardashian, was not one to be let her family brand be trashed—especially not by a nobody like Ariel Winter. The video showed Ariel, with a smug grin, standing over a bruised and battered Kourtney. The caption read: "Ariel Winter schools the Kardashians in the art of fighting."
The gym was still silent when Kim arrived. The smell of sweat and leather hung heavy in the air as she made her way to the ring, where she knew she'd find Ariel.
Ariel looked up from her heavy bag workout, surprise flashing across her face before she quickly composed herself. "Kim, what are you doing here?" she asked, her breaths coming in short, heavy puffs.
"You know exactly why I'm here," Kim snapped, peeling off her fur coat to reveal a skintight bikini that left little to the imagination. Her abs rippled with the intensity, her thighs flexed. "You think you can just waltz into my family's life and disrespect us like that?"
Ariel chuckled, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of her glove.
"You're all about drama, aren't you?" Ariel said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "But sure, if you want to throw down, let's do it. You know, you look pretty good for an old lady, but with those tits--ha! you're outgunned. You'll spend this fight under mine!" Ariel chortles.
Kim's eyes narrowed, and she felt the heat of anger flushing her cheeks. She climbed into the ring.
"Let's get one thing straight," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I might be older, but I've got moves that'll make your head spin, and curves that could break a man in two, much less a punk like you."
With a smirk, Ariel removes her gloves and steps closer, her eyes locked on Kim's. "Alright, Kimmy, let's see if you can back up that talk."
The two women circled each other, their bodies tense and ready for battle. Kim stretches out her toned body-- putting her level of fitness on full display. Ariel nods. Kim ain't nothing...
"Messing with my sister and Alabama and thinking you can get away with it? Let me tell you, Ariel, you picked the wrong family to f**k with."
Ariel's smirk grrows wider. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm dealing with," she retorts, her eyes gleaming with challenge. "And I'm more than ready to handle whatever you've got. Just stop talking and let’s go..."
The first blow comes quickly from Ariel, a swift roundhouse kick aimed at Kim's midsection. But Kim was quicker, dodging the kick with grace and countering with a right hook that sent Ariel's head snapping back. A thin line of blood appears on Ariel's lip.
Ariel's eyes narrow as she charges Kim. Their bodies smack together, colliding in a flurry of shoves, elbows, punches, knees and kicks. Kim's strength and precision became evident as she lands several hard hits to Ariel's torso, causing the younger woman to grunt. Making space, Kim targets Ariel's still abundant chest with brutal fists and kicks.
But Kim has perhaps underestimated Ariel. At heart a brawler, Winter flies into Kima once more as she tries to tie Kim up and bring her down to the ground. Her momentum succeeds. The two tumble down to the mat, hitting hard. Ariel forces herself on top of Kim, Kim won’t have it and rolls her over. They flail around the ring; their bodies locked together as each struggles to gain top position.
Ariel manages to fight her way on top, her young, strong thighs straddling Kim's waist. Ariel wraps one hand around Kim's throat, squeezing with surprising strength. Kim gasps for air, her eyes bulge slightly as she tries to buck the younger woman off. Ariels slams her free hand down on Kim’s nose and mouth to smother her. Ariel is brutal and relentless. She grits her teeth as she applied more pressure. Kim's mind races as she twists her head from side to side, bucks her body up and down, grasps Ariel’s wrist to pry her hands away while she still can. Kim gets that she’s in a street fight, not a boxing match with this wild thing.
Bracing her feet, mustering all the strength her formidable thighs can bring to bear, Kim bucks up hard, her biggest asset lifting high off the mat. Ariel is displaced but quickly rolls towards Kim and reaches out to grab Kardashian by the throat once more. But Kim slams a leg down on her oppressor, then pulls Ariel into a waist scissors. She bears down for all she’s worth. She feels Ariel’s abs tighten against her thighs. While Ariel has lost her grip on Kim’s neck, the younger woman squirms, twists around, slips the scissors as she pulls Kim’s face deep into her cleavage, locking her arms around Kim’s head to hold her in place. Kim's lungs burn as she fights for air, her eyes watering from the pressure of Ariel's breasts pushing against her face.
Nearly smothered again, Kim’s mind races as she realizes that Winter is resilient, brutal, skilled and relentless. Kim pounds her fists into Ariel’s ribs. Ariel attempts to roll on top of Kim but she is thwarted by Kim’s defense. The older woman finally pulls her head free as the pair resume their struggle down on the mat until Kim catches Ariel in the gut with a wicked kick. The two roll away from each other, glaring, recovering. Slowly they are back up on their feet, circling, feigning, moves , both cautious—until Ariel charges in. Kim holds her ground as they slam together, each struggling for advantage. Kim’s plants herself. Her muscular legs start to gain her an edge, but Ariel stomps down on one of her foe’s feet. Ariel quickly hip-check Kim off-balance and snap-mares her to the mat. Ariel leaps forward and staddles Kim again, this time slamming her hungry boobs down on Kim’s face. The younger woman grapevines Kim's legs—her own thighs are plenty strong, wraps her arms around Kim’s head and again locks in a smother. Kim's body jerks and twists, trapped.
Kim tenses her whole body. She can feel the contours and weight of Ariel's body on top of her as she searches for a weakness. She finds it in the form of Ariel's underarms, and she digs in her fingernails in. Ariel howls in pain and arches her back. Ready, Kim pushes up with her hips, throwing Ariel over. She succeeds in reversing their positions. Ariel is wide-eyed as she finds herself pinned down and struggling for air as Kim sits heavily on her chest. Kardashian locks her thighs tight around her trapped foe. Her hands wrap the younger woman's throat.
"Payback, bitch! You think you can handle me?" Kim taunts, her grip tightening. For emphasis, she slams her butt down hard on Ariel's pancaked boobs.
Ariel is momentarily eyes widened in shock and pain. But quickly, she begins to buck her hips, failing at first but finally succeeding in dislodging Kim. The two women roll apart, glaring at each other. Ariel feels the ache in her chest and a burning in her throat.
The older woman takes the moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving with the exertion.
"You're going down, bitch," Kim spits, her voice raw with emotion as she stands up.
Ariel shots back to her feet, her eyes flashing with defiance.
Their fight resumes with a frenzy, the two women throwing punches and kicks with the kind of wild abandon that only comes from personal vendetta. Ariel's blows are powerful and unpredictable. Kim's are precise, each one aimed at a pressure point or vulnerable spot. The older woman slams an uppercut into her foe’s chest, and follows with an elbow strike to the side of Winter’s head. Kim jams a knee into her foe’s belly and throws her to the mat.
Her sculpted legs snap shut, a vice around Ariel's neck.
Ariel thrashes and claws at Kim's legs, her face turning an alarming shade of purple as she struggles to break free. But Kim's grip is unyielding, her muscles bulging with the effort, the pressure she applies is just brutal. In the zone, Kim ignores the clawing at her legs. She is determined to end this fight.
"Tap out," she whispered, her breath hot against Ariel's ear. "Or I'll make you pass out."
Ariel reaches up and claws at Kim’s crotch.
“You c**t!” Kim howls, as her legs snap open and Ariel pulls free, gulping hard.
Both women are on their feet. The fight continued, a back-and-forth battle of wills and resilience until Kim slams a knee into Ariel’s belly, doubling her up. She quickly locks Ariel in a headlock. She grinds hard on the young woman as she wrings her neck. Ariel's arms flailed, trying to break the hold, but Kim's arms remained locked tight around her neck. With each passing second, Ariel's struggles grow weaker. Kim periodically jams her hip into Ariel's body to gauge her foe's resolve. Sensing that there's not much fight left in the younger woman, Kim throws her down, reapplies a waist scissors and adds a full nelson. Ariel is alert enough to cry out. The pain she feels is brutal.
"Now, now, I saw you torture Alabama like this. You thought you were so tough, laughing and mocking. She's half you weight. How do you like it when I turn the tables on you," Kim hisses as she cranks up, all the pressure she can muster.
Ariel is teary-eyed, totally immobilized for the moment. She is perhaps just too tired and beat-down. Kim is just so strong for her...
"Please stop...let me go... I'm sorry..." Winter whimpers.
"Nope, not yet. Poor little Ariel, we're not done yet. Did you enjoy crushing Kourtney's body in your bear hug? Let's see how you like it,” Kim challenges.
Kim cranks up to maximum pressure on both of her holds and maintains it for bit. Ariel moans. Kim decides that she can use a break as Ariel’s weight has been pressing down on her the whole time. Kim has spent a ton of energy tormenting her foe. She kicks Ariel away and stands quickly. Breathing deeply, the older woman hair-hauls Ariel to her feet. Ariel is bent at the waist, hands resting on her calves. The young woman suddenly leaps up and lands a judo chop where Kim’s neck meets her shoulder. Stunned, Kim steps backward. Ariel steps with her and chops her again in the same spot. Kim spins away on rubbery legs.
Ariel steps in again and wraps her arms around Kim's waist.
"You want a bear hug. Here it is," Ariel spits as she tightens her grip around Kim's thin waist.
Ariel leans in pressing hard and bending Kim backwards. Kim's usually champion chest is flattened by Winter's young, firm weapons.
“I own your whole worthless family” Ariel proclaims, as she sets her legs wide and bends her foe further backwards.
Kim summons her strength to fight back. Her back stiffens even as Ariel tries to crush the fight out of her. Kim’s arms wrap around Ariel’s back, but Ariel has superior position on her. The younger gal turns up the heat smiling as Kim gasps and cries out.
Kim suddenly moves both thighs forward and locks them around her captor’s right thigh. Winter tries to flex her trapped leg to break free. But Kim clamps her tight. Her formidable thighs press with unrelenting pressure on her foe. Slowly, she feels Ariel’s leg muscles fade.
To no avail, Ariel tries to bend Kim further back, instead, she loses her balance, allowing Kim to push her down. Free of the bear hug, Kim holds Ariel by her head and hair as she tightens the vice around her young foe’s leg. For Ariel, the pain has become unbearable. She tries to pull free, to claw her way free, to punch free, but all to no avail. Ariel emits a loud wail.
“Time to admit defeat,” Kim commands as she squeezes extra, extra hard.
“Stop! Please!” Ariel begs.
Kim’s legs snap open. She stands and shakes out her own legs. Ariel is prone on the mat, clutching her injured leg.
“Not done yet,” Kardashian hisses.
She hauls Ariel up. The injured woman can put no pressure on her right leg. Kim wraps her arms around Ariel’s chest. Pressing their boobs together, Kim lifts her up an applies a nasty bear hug, rag-dolling her captive and enjoying her whimpering.
“I always finish what I started,” Kim mocks, “and now to add my own finish to this business…”
Kim drops Ariel down to the mat. She quickly straddles Ariels bruised chest.
“I’ll give you this Ms. Winter, you’re no pushover. No shame in Alabama and Kourtney losing to you. But, we’ve worked so hard to build our brand-- so now, you get my patented ‘Light’s Out’ finisher!” Kim states, matter-of-factly as Ariel’s eyes grow wide.
Kim shimmies herself forward. She hovers her famous butt a few inches above Ariel’s teary face and then settles down hard. In moments, the fight is finished, Ariel Winter is out cold and Kardashian honor has been restored—at least for now…
