Linnea Bergstrom vs Whitney White - smother match

Linnea usually would hate to be in this kind of match but after how her opponent humiliated her in their tag match she suddenly didn't feel so bad about the idea of rubbing herself on someones face. This was a rare exception for Linnea's usual belief that it as no place in the ring as she intended to have a smothering match with Whitney just so she could have a show of dominance by sitting on her opponent's face as revenge for her doing the same at the end of their last match.

Linnea's theme " Sweet child of mine " Would blare through-out the arena as the Bunny appeared before the fans, Linnea facing the ring to avoid eye contact due to the fact that so far she had been humiliated in most her matches. Linnea would hop down towards the ring and then slide through the bottom rope before going to her corner and waiting on Whitney, ready to absolutely humiliate the bitch.

Whitney couldn't believe it when Manager told her that she was going to have a match with Linnea again. Whitney was so overjoyed because now she got another chance to humiliate the bitch again! Whitney still hadn't gotten over the stunt the Swedish bitch pulled when she smashed the metal chair at Abigail's head. Whitney was going to pummel her to the ground before smothering her out! Whitney would begin to hear her theme play and cartwheeled out backstage, displaying her improvement in gymnastics.

The audience cheered for her as she came out and she would wave to them as she climbed into the ring, giving her ass a little spank before climbing in. Looking at Linnea, her eyes glared at her as she immediately got ready to tussle. "You sure have some guts challenging me again bitch!" Whitney exclaimed, "But I have to thank you! If you hadn't decided to challenge me again, I wouldn't have gotten this chance to fuck you up!"

Linnea would watch her opponent cartwheel towards the ring and when she entered Linnea would listen to what Whitney had to say before responding in an equally aggressive tone. " Oh please. This time you're going to be the one getting your ass kicked, this time it's just me versus you and I can guarantee you I'll walk out victorious this time " Linnea would say with a confident grin before she heard the bell.

When the bell rang Linnea would try to quickly pace towards her opponent before trying to slap Whitney hard in the face, if that move landed then Linnea would try to immediately follow up by turning her body and performing a quick spin kick into Whitney's gut.

Whitney was about to snap back at Linnea before she remembered what Abigail told her during their training, Whenever you're in matches, don't lose your temper. Otherwise it will cloud your judgement and you will be prone to making mistakes. Whitney sucked it up and took a deep breath to calm herself. The bell rung and Whitney saw Linnea quickly pacing towards her. Whitney wouldn't let Linnea take the initiative and would rush Linnea instead with a tackle, aiming her shoulder at Linnea's stomach!

Linnea would try to quickly sidestep the tackle but would be hit head on by it and fall onto her back with a grunt, The Swedish wrestler had remembered that Whitney was quite predictable and easy to anger before so she was surprised that her opponent seemingly made the right decision rather than go for something like a slap or a punch.

as soon as Linnea hit the mat she would start to wrap her legs around Whitney's waist to try and lock in a quick scissors against the woman, hoping that would be enough to slow down her opponent since Linnea didn't have much she could do without first getting a little bit of control out of the position.

Whitney would successfully land her tackle and smirk as she brought Linnea to the mat. She would try to get up right away but feel Linnea starting to wrap her legs around her waist.
"Oh no you don't!" Whitney exclaimed as she would flick her head back and whip it forward and headbutt Linnea powerfully! If this would get Linnea to release the scissor, Whitney would get to her feet and pull Linnea up and fling her to the ropes for an Irish Whip!

Linnea would think that she had her opponent countered as she tried to get up but couldn't, the blonde bunny would quickly having the situation reversed on her though when Whitney drove her head hard into Linnea's, the bunny grunting before halting her body scissors.

Linnea would let out a long groan as she was picked up by Whitney before being whipped towards the ropes, rebounding back towards Whitney and being slightly dazed and rocked still from that powerful headbutt that left her world spinning.

Whitney watched as her opponent flung back at her and ran towards her and try to drop kick Linnea in the face. If this worked, Whitney would land on her feet above Linnea with her hands on her hips.
"I'm a lot better than I was before!" Whitney exclaimed as she boasted at Linnea, "I trained non-stop with Abigail to get better yet you don't seem any better! A matter of fact, looks like you got shittier than last time!" Whitney would laugh as she stood over the Swedish wrestler, getting a bit too cocky for her own good.

Linnea would hit the ground again with a grunt as she held her face, yet again being taken down to the mat and being forced to listen to her opponent's taunts. " Oh really? Well I was only worse because I was operating on the belief that you were just as shit as last time. no point in using extra energy against the likes of you " Linnea would state coldly.

Linnea would then try to kick Whitney's feet away from her with a quick sweep from the ground using both the blondes own legs, then she would attempt to pounce on top of Whitney if she fell to the mat.

"You little bit-AH!" Whitney was about to curse at her opponent and stomp on Linnea's head until she would feel her legs being swept, falling on her back. Whitney would let out a surprised cry as she fell on her back and grunted when she felt Linnea pounce on top of her.
"Get. The. Fuck. Off!" Whitney growled through gritted teeth as she would grab Linnea's small breasts and try to throw the blonde bunny off.