Here's a trio of goodness from one of my all-time favorite writers, the Walkin' Dude, who whipped these up just for this thread. Enjoy, as I have! 
Troian Bellisario vs Nina Dobrev
Troian wrenched back on Nina’s trapped right arm, a simple act that stretched the other brunette’s exhausted abdomen and forced her ribs against the intruding post of Bellisario’s left thigh. Bracing her right hand just above Dobrev’s right hip, Troian gave that exposed flank a sharp squeeze and sank into a deep squat. “Give it up, Nina.” the domineering bendyback demanded. “Give it up before I use you up.” she emphasized this point by flattening her unencumbered hand into a paddle and SMACKING Dobrev’s battle-sheened ribs.
Nina shook her head in weary negation made all the more ramshackle by the beads of sweat that dripped from the tip of her nose to ‘plink’ on the canvas below. “Go to hell, Troian.” she huffed. “My abs can take anything you’ve gotNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!”
Bellisario crooked her smackin’ hand into a claw, secured it above her prey’s kidney and sank those five tines in deep. Nina shrieked pitiably but didn’t surrender outright so Troian put her left hand against the side of the other brunette’s face and proceeded to SHOVE her up n’ down no less than half a dozen times. Dobrev sobbed again, her left arm limp and useless, her right hand pushing weakly against Bellisario’s jaw.
“Your abs are done, honey.” Troi said once the savage seesawing fit subsided. “But there are plenty of other interesting targets.” Her right hand spidered around Dobrev’s hip and tiptoed down the front of her sturdy red briefs to settle into a gentle grip between the defenseless wrestler’s thighs.
Nina closed her eyes, swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to mute the roar of the small, well-heeled crowd. “I give, Troian. I’m done. You win.”
Bellisario nodded. “I know.”
Then she clamped down on Dobrev’s crotch until her knuckles turned white.
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Bella Thorne vs Neve Campbell
“Guuuhhhhh…. get offa me, you ancient slob!”
Bella Thorne meant for it to sound authoritative, a command that would result in immediate compliance. Unfortunately her words came out sludgy and sullen, a direct result of having the point of her chin wedged into the southern end of her opponent’s glutes.
Neve Campbell smirked, twined her toes in the tyro’s coppery locks and gave ‘em a short, sharp tug! Hands on her thighs at the moment, Neve took a deep breath, tilted her head back and smoothed out long dark hair, which wasn’t the slightest bit damp. “We both know you’ve lost, kitten.” Campbell spoke to Thorne as if the pinned woman hadn’t spoken. “You can admit it now or you can admit it with my ass on your nose. Choice is yours.”
“FUCK YOU!” Bella kicked her legs up with every intention of wrapping her calves around the veteran’s neck. But the road to hell is paved with good intentions, as the outmatched ingénue discovered when Neve jabbed a straight right hand into the center of those coral pink briefs. Bella’s legs collapsed even faster than they rose and the resultant nausea left Thorne so stunned she didn’t recognize the danger until the shadow of Campbell’s haunches hung directly over her face.
“DonNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHH FUCKING WHORE!”
The scream that echoed off the rafters was a bit nasal, yet not muffled in the slightest.
“Like your present, little girl?” Neve smirked as she pinched Bella’s nose between her cheeks while leaning back at an angle that kept her foe’s mouth clear.
“STAAAAAAAAHHHP!” Thorne wailed less than ten seconds into humiliating predicament. “I QUIT! I QUIT! JUST GET OFFA MY FACE!”
Neve made a show of adjusting her simple black bottoms. “Do you want your nose back?”
“YES!” Bella squealed.
“Ask for it.” “GIVE ME MY NOSE BACK YOU OLD BITCH!”
“In a minute.”
Looking satisfied, Neve tugged Thorne’s cups aside, grasped her nipples between thumb and forefinger and pinched until the redhead asked in a much kindlier tone.
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Demi Lovato vs Allison Mack
Strong hands laced across the back of her opposition’s skull, the blonde pushed down on her Full Nelson and treated that thick waist to another long constriction of her Bodyscissors. “Done, Lovato?” she asked after the initial groan & thrash died down.
Demi Lovato couldn’t shake her head ‘no’ so she waggled an index finger. “Not a chance, blondie. I’m gonna break this just as soon as WHOOOAAHHOOOFFFFFHHH!”
Allison Mack rolled onto her back, which pulled the struggling, panting brunette into her lap. Not for long though. Only a heartbeat or two went by before the flaxen fireplug popped her hips and sat up, a shift that THWHUMPED Demi’s tailbone into the mat with ring-shivering force.
“Didn’t I bounce you enough the first time, girl?” Lovato could hear the smirk in her opponent’s voice and she hated her for it. “I get the whole confidence angle you’re playing, but there’s a fine line between confidence and stupidity. And it’s fast approachHERGH!”
Denied all other options, Demi buried her hands in Mack’s hair and tried to liberate it from her scalp.
Enduring in silence after the first startled hiss, Allison used the Scissors and Nelson to roll the brunette onto her belly. That meant Mack crawled into a mount on the small of her rival’s back, a fact Demi discovered when Allison planted her feet and REEFED back on her hold.
Bent into something like a tipped over ‘L’ by this combination of Full Nelson and Camel Clutch, Lovato trapped a scream behind her teeth for a full fifteen seconds. But when the dam broke, it broke fast and loud.
“AAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH I SUBMIT! LEGGO! LEGGO! DAMMIT ALI, GET OFF BEFORE YOU BREAK MY BACK!”
Allison released the clasp with a flourish, allowing the aching, beaten battler to flop facedown on the mat. “Your back’ll be just fine after an ice bath, cutie.” Mack said with a smile. “Pride might take a little longer, but it’ll come back too… long as you stay out of my face.”
