Ariel Winter had was tired of hearing Alabama Barker shooting off her mouth continually at the gym. When she could take no more, she confronted the younger woman.
“Look, you talent-less nepo baby, you didn’t make Bhad Bhabie or anyone else back down. You’re just talk, no talent and no guts” Ariel mocked.
“I’ll throw down with you right here, right now--you old cow,” Barker spit back.
“Try it, brat, just try!” Ariel dares.
To her surprise, Alabama raises her fists and comes in swinging. Off-guard, Winter takes a direct strike to her left tit and a nasty uppercut to her chin. She steps back, more startled than hurt. Alabama steps with her, crowding in. She buries a fist in Ariel’s right tit and a low hard belt to her belly. Ariel doubles over. Barker knees her in the head, grabs her long black hair and tosses Winter to the floor.
Rather than pressing the fight, the blonde grandstands. Stepping back, she shifts her weight from one foot to the other while shaking her fists as she mocks:
“Hey you old cow, you wanna just apologize and save yourself a beating. Those oversized, saggy pillows of yours are tempting targets. I’ll pound you flat.”
One of Alabama’s buddies has been live-streaming the fight. The blonde turns to face the camera.
“Okay folks out there! Quick show of hands. Do I accept her apology –thumbs up or just continue with the beat-down?” she chortles.
Ariel has had enough. She’s up and she’s nowhere near any apology. Instead, she charges the 7-year younger and considerably lighter woman. Baker is knocked off her feet as the heavier and solid Winter runs her over.
There is a momentary struggle on the mat, some elbows and slaps thrown as they roll, but Ariel quickly presses herself down on her lighter foe and subdues her. Alabama tries to throw Ariel off, to no avail. She turns red trying. Laughing Ariel bounces her heavy tits on Barker’s face-- until Alabama tries to bite her. Ariel quickly rolls the blonde to her side and locks her thick legs around Alabama’s small waist. Barker cries out as Winter is all business as she applies pressure.
“Smile for the camera,” Ariel teases as she tightens her scissors.
“Stop!” the blonde yowls.
Ariel adds a full nelson to Alabama’s problems. The brunette rolls onto her back, with the blonde locked in place and suffering on top of her.
“Bring that phone in close to get all this,” Winter calls out.
“Okay Ms. Barker, pay attention. On the count of three, I’m going to bring ALL the pain to your pathetic body, and you are going to submit,” Ariel commands.
“One, two…”
Ariel cranks up the pressure on “2” and Barker yowls and cries out.
“Oh that’s just me warming up. Are you ready? Three! Winter hisses and pours on the pressure.
“Stop, please stop! You’re killing me. Please! I give. Lemme go,” Barker gasps out.
Ariel rolls to side and looks at the gal doing the recording.
“Close up now of her snotty, crying face,” Ariel commands.
The woman complies. Ariel lets go of her full nelson, holding her scissors, tightens it again. She slaps Barker across the back of her head as the blonde whimpers. Grabbing a handful of blonde hair, Ariel releases her scissors and stands up, yanking the sobbing blonde up with her.
“You punched me twice the boobs. My turn,” she hisses.
Holding Alabama in place by her hair, Ariel plows right fist into each of the blonde’s tits. Barker’s eyes bug out, but she can utter no sound.
Winter pulls her close and looks directly in Barker’s face.
“If you dare to show up at this gym tomorrow, you best keep your mouth shut,” Ariel commands.
She drops her hapless opponent to the floor, poses for the camera, then and heads to the shower.
