Michelle Trachtenberg vs Ashley Tisdale

Michelle gritted her teeth and winced as Ashley drove the brunette's own right arm up between her shoulder blades with a hammerlock. Holding her opponent's wrist with her left hand in order to keep the hold in place, the blonde mischievously pinched the waistband of Trachtenberg's bikini briefs between her right hand thumb and index finger and tugged them down enough to expose her cheeks. With her open palm, the smirking Tisdale then began to deliver stinging slaps to her rival's derriere, swiftly turning the flesh red as Michelle yelped with every crack.
But however helpless she may seem at the moment, Michelle knows that Ashley has made two crucial mistakes: for one thing, while this predicament is discomforting, it's hardly damaging, and thus easy enough to escape if one knows how...and the brunette does. Secondly, all it is really achieving is making Trachtenberg mad as hell, and that won't end well for the blonde.
With a sudden blur of motion, Michelle spins around, pulling free of the hammerlock. She instantly grabs Tisdale's own right wrist and in a heartbeat has the startled beauty trapped in the very same hold. With her free hand, Trachtenberg takes a moment to pull her briefs back up to cover her butt, then she gets a handhold of Ashley's own panties and
yaaaaaaaanks them up. The blonde squeals in pain and rises up on tip toes, trying to alleviate the sudden searing pain in her behind. And before Tisdale can formulate an escape plan of her own, Michelle dips her knees, and with a small grunt hoists Ashley up and over, flipping her through the air and sending her crashing to the penthouse floor, the back of her skull and neck taking the full brunt of the impact, leaving her badly dazed.
In the span of seconds, the chestnut-haired battler had gone from seeming haplessness to seizing victory in her hands. The only question now was, how to finish off the blonde. With a devilish grin, Michelle purrs, "Since you're clearly so enamored with my tushy, let me give you a close up view." With that, she sits astride her whimpering adversary's chest, then slides herself backward. Ashley's eyes widen in terror and she starts to gasp out "NO!"...but it is swiftly muffled as Trachtenberg's much-praised bottom settles down over Tisdale's mouth and nose, smothering her. After some twenty seconds or so of futile squirming, the blonde goes limp.