LSW Prime

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This week on Prime Bobby Anderson faces Matthew Benton

The women in action as well, Katie Dixx vs Amy Alexa

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The crowd in the packed Link Shot Wrestling arena in downtown Fresno, California roars to life as the lights dim and the opening chords of Matthew Banton's theme song, "Thunderstrike," echo through the speakers. The spotlight sweeps across the floor, finally landing on the entrance ramp where Matthew Banton, the "Fresno Finisher," emerges, clad in his signature green tights with blue trim. His muscular frame flexes under the lights as he strides confidently towards the ring, pumping his fist in the air to acknowledge the cheers. His eyes, sharp and focused, scan the audience, searching for any signs of his opponent's supporters.

Bobby "Razor" Anderson is already waiting in the ring, his black trunks with blue razors emblazoned on the sides hugging his muscular legs. His arms are folded over his chest, his gaze steady on Matthew as the latter makes his grand entrance. Bobby's not new to this game; he's seen it all before. The flashy lights, the screaming fans, the overconfident opponents. He's a seasoned wrestler from Baltimore, known for his quick reflexes and sharp mind inside the squared circle.

Bobby watches Matthew's approach with a mix of respect and challenge in his eyes. The "Fresno Finisher" has a reputation, but so does he. The former tag champ has seen his fair share of battles and isn't easily intimidated. The roar of the crowd is a symphony of anticipation, the smell of sweat and excitement thick in the air. The canvas stretches out before them, a battleground of their making, and Bobby can't help but feel a thrill run down his spine.

Matthew slides into the ring with the grace of a panther, his eyes never leaving Bobby's. He knows the reputation that precedes "Razor," but he's not one to back down from a fight. The referee calls for the bell, and the match begins with a traditional lock-up. The two men's muscles strain against each other, the power struggle palpable.

Matthew with a drop toehold on Anderson just ticks Bobby off. Bobby throws Matthew into the corner with right hand shots

Bobby's eyes narrow as Matthew catches him off guard with a quick drop toehold, bringing him to his knees. The crowd cheers for the Fresno Finisher, but Bobby's no stranger to adversity. He pushes himself up, a snarl playing on his lips, and charges towards Matthew, unleashing a flurry of right hands that echo through the arena. Each punch is thrown with the precision of a seasoned fighter, aimed at Matthew's midsection, trying to wear down the larger man. The impact resonates in the air, and Bobby feels a rush of adrenaline as the crowd roars with every hit.

Bobby "Razor" Anderson, feeling the sting of the mat against his knees, clenches his fists tightly. He's a man of steel, forged in the fires of countless tag-team battles. Experience tells him that a quick retreat now could give him the upper hand. So, as Matthew approaches, grinning in anticipation, Bobby surprises him with a sudden reversal. He sweeps Matthew's legs, sending the larger man crashing to the canvas. The crowd's cheers morph into a mix of surprise and excitement as Bobby swiftly locks in a headlock, digging his elbow into Matthew's throat. "Taste the steel, Fresno," he snarls, his voice a mix of the Baltimore streets and the ring.

Matthew Banton, the "Fresno Finisher," is not easily defeated. He claws at Bobby's arms, trying to break free from the headlock. His face reddens, veins bulging, as he fights for air. The crowd holds its collective breath, watching the power struggle unfold. Suddenly, with a roar that seems to shake the very foundation of the arena, Matthew lifts Bobby off the ground and slams him down with a thunderous choke slam. The impact echoes through the building, and the crowd erupts in a mix of awe and disbelief. Bobby's body goes limp, the air knocked out of him.

Matthew Banton, the "Fresno Finisher," grunts as he feels Bobby's grip loosen around his neck. He sees an opportunity and seizes it, hoisting Bobby "Razor" Anderson into the air with a primal roar. The crowd's cheers become a crescendo as Matthew executes his signature move, the Choke Slam, with a brutal precision that sends Bobby crashing into the mat. The impact is so forceful that it seems to shake the very fabric of the ring. For a moment, time stands still, the sound of the slam echoing in the air. Bobby's body lies motionless, a testament to the power of Matthew's finishing move. The referee begins the count, his hand dropping methodically with each second that ticks by. The anticipation is palpable as the crowd waits to see if Bobby can kick out.

The referee's hand slaps the canvas once, twice, thrice, and the tension in the air is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Bobby's eyes flutter open, the stars slowly dissipating from his vision. He knows he's in trouble. The "Fresno Finisher" looms over him, his muscles taut and ready to deliver the final blow. But Bobby's a fighter. He's been in the wrestling world for too long to let a move like that keep him down. With a guttural roar, he manages to get his shoulder up just as the referee's hand is about to hit the ground for the third time. The crowd erupts into a mix of relief and excitement. The match isn't over yet. Bobby's tenacity is a reminder of why he's a former LSW Tag Team Champion

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: As the lights dim in the Link Shot Wrestling arena, the electric anticipation in the air is palpable. The crowd, a sea of faces painted with the spirit of the sport, waits with bated breath for the main event. The opening chords of "Tuff Enuff" by the Fabulous Thunderbirds echo through the speakers, and the stage lights up with a fiery blaze. Through the smoke, Amy Alexa emerges, a vision in blue and black, her muscles rippling with every step she takes towards the ring. The roar of the audience crescendos as she struts down the ramp, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the adoration and the occasional jeer. She knows she's got the crowd in the palm of her hand, and she loves every second of it. She climbs the steel steps, the sound of her boots clanging rhythmically against the metal, and slides into the ring with the grace of a panther.

: The arena goes dark again, this time only to be pierced by a single spotlight. The opening notes of "Notorious" by Duran Duran fill the space, and Katie Dixx appears, her blonde hair bouncing as she saunters to the beat. She's a stark contrast to Amy, her black top and green trunks highlighting her own set of assets as she gives the audience a cheeky wink. Her confidence is unmistakable, a challenge in her every movement. She steps into the ring with a flourish, her eyes locked on Amy's, and the music fades away as the two women circle each other, the tension between them as thick as the smoke that lingers from the pyrotechnics.

Katie Dixx: Hey, if I win tonight, one lucky fan will spend the night with me

: As Katie struts to the rhythm of "Notorious," her hips swaying seductively, she can't help but throw a teasing line to the audience. She knows it'll get under Amy's skin, and the thought makes her smile even wider. She reaches the ring and slides in with a dramatic flair, the fabric of her trunks clinging to her curves as she stands tall, her gaze never leaving Amy's. She runs her fingers through her hair, flipping it back, and leans against the ropes with a smug look, as if the victory is already hers.

: The crowd goes wild, a mix of cheers and jeers for Katie's bold declaration. The anticipation in the air is charged with excitement and a hint of scandal. Amy's smirk turns into a full-blown grin, showing a set of perfect white teeth. She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts together as she struts closer to Katie. "Oh, you think you're gonna win, huh? You're gonna have to be more than just notorious to take me down, sweetheart," she purrs, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

: Katie laughs, the sound as sweet as it is mocking. She doesn't say a word in response, instead choosing to let her actions do the talking. She darts forward and wraps her arms around Amy's waist, her momentum carrying them both towards the ropes. With a surprising display of strength, she hoists Amy into the air and slams her down with a thunderous side headlock takedown. The impact shakes the mat, sending vibrations through the soles of their boots.

: The crowd gasps as Katie's legs whip around Amy's neck, aiming to take her down with a flashy hurricanrana. But Amy's been in this game long enough to anticipate the move. She blocks Katie's legs with her arms, halting their trajectory mid-air. With a quick twist of her hips, she counters, hoisting Katie over her shoulders and slamming her down with a sitout powerbomb that echoes through the arena. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers and gasps.

: : Amy feels the power surge through her as she executes the suplex, the force of it resonating in her very bones. She pins Katie down, her muscles straining as she locks her arms around Katie's shoulders, eager for the three count that would secure her victory. The referee slaps the mat once, twice... but Katie's resilience shows as she kicks out with surprising strength at the last second. The crowd goes wild, their cheers a deafening symphony of excitement. Amy grunts in frustration, her eyes narrowing as she watches Katie struggle to get back on her feet. "Is that all you got?" she taunts, the challenge in her voice as clear as the sweat glistening on her skin.

: With a wicked grin, Amy steps back, giving Katie enough space to rise to her knees. She waits, watching her opponent's every move, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. As Katie wobbles to her feet, Amy lunges forward, her arms coiling around Katie's waist like a python seeking its prey. She hoists Katie up, aiming for a devastating set of moves that could potentially end the match. But Katie, fueled by the roar of the crowd and the desire to prove herself, has other plans.

: As Amy's arms tighten around Katie's waist, preparing to deliver the DDT that could spell doom, Katie's instincts kick in. She arches her back, her hands reaching for the back of Amy's neck. In a flash of surprising agility, she flips the script, her legs wrapping around Amy's head and her hips driving forward. The momentum shifts, and suddenly it's Amy who's being hoisted into the air.

: Katie's legs clamp around Amy's neck, pulling her into a tight dragon sleeper hold. The crowd gasps as the move unfolds, a testament to Katie's unpredictable fighting style. The blonde's arms coil around Amy's, her grip unyielding as she pulls back with all her might. Amy's face turns a deep shade of crimson, her eyes bulging as she feels the blood rushing to her head. She struggles against the hold, her powerful limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to break free, but Katie's grip is like steel. The pressure builds, stars dotting Amy's vision, and she knows she can't hold out much longer. With a grimace, she taps the mat, the sound of her surrender barely audible over the shocked whispers of the spectators

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Jim Pauly: I am proud to present my guest in the arena the LSW Women's Champion the Asian Canadian Kelly Kim,

Kelly Kim: *Walks into the spotlight with a confident strut, her hips swaying as the crowd goes wild, eyes gleaming with excitement.* Hey, Jim! Thanks for having me here tonight. I'm ready to rock this interview and show everyone what the champ is made of!

Jim Pauly: In a few short days you defend the LSW Women's Championships against Mercedes Royce, your thoughts?

Kelly Kim: *Her smile broadens as she leans back in the chair, crossing her legs.* Oh, Mercedes. She's tough, no doubt about that. But let's be real, I've been waiting for this rematch for what feels like an eternity. She's got a grudge, I've got the belt, and come Saturday night, she's going to learn why I'm the best. It's going to be a showstopper, you can bet on that! Mercedes I never had to suck dick to get this belt, I save that for someone else but I beat you once and Ill beat you again. And when I do, it's going to be so sweet, I might just celebrate with a victory lap around the ring with your title held high! *Kelly laughs, her voice echoing in the arena as the crowd cheers.*

[hoagiehogger]

Jul 16, 2024 3:35:35 GMT -6 KING B00MIE said:

All of the above was stolen from me.

Listen you drooling retard

Not a FUCKING THING WAS STOLEN FROM YOU YOU LYING ASSBAG

ARE YOU REALLY THIS MUCH OF A BITCH ATTENTION WHORE THAT EVERYTHING YOU SEE YOU CLAIM YOU CREATED?

YOU NEED THE PISS BEATEN OUT OF YOU

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: The lights dim in the stadium as the opening chords of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses echo through the speakers. The crowd goes wild as Terry Porter, the towering blonde former LSW TV champion, struts down the ramp, his muscles rippling with every step. He stops at the top of the steel steps, raising his arms to the crowd before making his way into the ring, his entrance music blasting in his ears. He's all smiles, soaking in the energy of the moment.

: The music transitions to the thumping beat of "Poison" by Alice Cooper as "Battling" Brandon Hoppe emerges from the backstage area, a stark contrast to Terry's charisma. His eyes are focused and intense, his black ponytail swinging as he marches down the ramp. The crowd's reaction is mixed - some cheers, some boos - but it's clear Brandon feeds off the energy, his face contorting into a fierce snarl as he climbs into the ring.

: Brandon takes a moment to look around the stadium, his eyes adjusting to the spotlights. The smell of sweat and anticipation fills the air as he stretches his arms, his blue singlet glistening with a sheen of sweat. He glances over at Terry, who's doing some last-minute stretches in the corner, and the corner of his mouth tugs upwards into a smirk. He cracks his knuckles, the sound echoing through the tension.

: Terry Porter, ever the showman, winks at a couple of adoring fans as he jumps up and down, loosening his legs. He notices Brandon's smirk and narrows his eyes, his smile turning into a more focused expression. He knows this isn't going to be a walk in the park. The former LSW TV Champion has seen it all - the highs and lows, the cheers and jeers. But he's always come out on top. He takes a deep breath, feeling the rush of adrenaline pump through his veins. The music fades out, and the announcer's voice booms through the arena, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the main event of the evening! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at 212 pounds, the former LSW TV champion, Terry Porter!" The crowd goes wild, their chants of "Welcome to the Jungle" almost deafening. Terry does a couple of fist pumps, feeling the electricity of the moment. He knows this is where he belongs.

: Brandon Hoppe ignores the crowd's mixed reaction, his gaze locked onto Terry. The smirk still plays on his lips as he paces around the ring, feeling the mat beneath his boots. He's the underdog here, but he's not intimidated. The roar of the fans is just background noise to him. His heart races with excitement - this is his chance to prove himself. He takes a deep breath, savoring the moment before the battle begins. He's studied Porter's moves, his strengths and weaknesses. Brandon's been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. The announcer calls out his name, "And his opponent, from Loveland, Colorado, weighing in at 198 pounds, 'Battling' Brandon Hoppe!" The cheers are louder this time, and Brandon feels a surge of energy.

: : Terry nods in acknowledgment as Brandon enters the ring. He respects the determination in the younger man's eyes. As the music dies down, the referee steps in, separating them to their respective corners. Terry flexes his fingers, feeling the anticipation build. He's ready for this challenge. The bell rings, and the match begins. Terry charges out of his corner with surprising speed for his size, but Brandon is ready. He sidesteps and goes for a quick takedown, but Terry's experience shows as he counters, sending Brandon into the ropes. The crowd gasps as the two collide, their bodies a blur of motion.

: : The crowd's eyes widen as Brandon rebounds off the ropes, his eyes never leaving Terry's. The former champion is caught off-guard by the speed and precision of Brandon's counter. Before he can react, Brandon ducks under one of his punches and wraps his arms around Terry's waist. With a grunt, he hoists him into the air, the crowd's roar turning into a collective gasp. In a display of sheer strength and technique, Brandon executes a perfectly timed suplex, slamming Terry onto the mat with a thunderous impact. The crowd erupts into a mix of shock and excitement as Brandon stands over his opponent, flexing his arms in victory. Terry groans, the wind knocked out of him, as he struggles to get back to his feet.

: : Terry's cheeks redden with determination as he pushes himself up from the mat. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, gritting his teeth. He's not going down that easily. As Brandon approaches, expecting another victory dance, Terry surprises him with a sudden burst of speed. He lunges forward, dropping to one knee and propelling himself off the mat with the other. His legs fly up, catching Brandon in the chest with a powerful dropkick that sends him staggering back. The crowd goes wild as Terry capitalizes on the moment, quickly rolling him up for a pin. The referee slams the mat twice, but on the third count, Brandon's shoulder jerks up at the last second, narrowly escaping defeat.

: : Terry doesn't waste any time. He grabs Brandon by the waist and lifts him high into the air with a grace that belies his size. For a moment, Brandon's feet dangle helplessly above the mat before Terry slams him down with a hiptoss that echoes through the arena. The referee drops to the mat, slapping it once, twice, but Brandon's resilience shows as he kicks out at two. Terry's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't let it show. He's been in this game long enough to know that it's not over until the final bell tolls.

: Terry wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the match. He stalks towards Brandon, who's now getting to his feet, his muscles tensing. The former champion's mind races, thinking of his next move. He remembers Brandon's speed and agility from the start and decides to keep him off-balance. As Brandon charges, Terry feints a punch, causing Brandon to flinch. He seizes the moment, catching him in a headlock and whipping him into the turnbuckle with a thud that makes the crowd wince. Brandon's head snaps back, and he slumps to the mat, dazed.

: Terry quickly moves in, his eyes fixed on Brandon's legs. He hooks one around Brandon's thigh and leans back, applying pressure for the half crab submission. The crowd roars as they see the veteran move unfolding. But Brandon isn't going to be caught in such a classic hold so easily. His arms shoot out, grabbing the ropes for leverage. With a surge of strength, he pulls himself closer to the ropes, using the momentum to roll Terry over into a small package. The referee dives in, slapping the mat with the rhythm of a metronome - one, two, three! The crowd erupts as Brandon holds on tightly, his eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the verdict.

: : Terry feels the sudden shift in weight and realizes he's been outfoxed. He tries to kick out, but Brandon's grip is too tight. The referee's hand slams down on the mat - once, twice, three times. The crowd goes wild as Brandon's music hits again, the lights flashing in time with the beat. Terry's shoulders are pinned to the mat, the reality of the situation sinking in. He's lost to the newcomer, but there's a hint of admiration in his eyes as he nods in defeat. The referee raises Brandon's arm in victory, and the underdog stands tall, basking in the glory of his unexpected triumph.

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Next week
Chris Corvus faces Jack Brewer

Kelly Kim takes on Katie Dixx

Carson Hunter battles Austin Spiral

[Ronald Grimes]

Jul 16, 2024 6:51:31 GMT -6 N00b Triple N00b said:

All this shit was stolen straight from Boomie.

JESUS FUCKIN WEPT.
IM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT OF YOURS

NOONE STOLE SHIT FROM YOU, BOOMIE 

YOU DIDN'T CREATE ANYTHING YOU PHONY VUNT

[Ronald Grimes]

Jul 16, 2024 14:08:53 GMT -6 GeraldoRenaldoHidalgoArredando said:

Jul 16, 2024 11:49:30 GMT -6 Ronald Grimes said:

JESUS FUCKIN WEPT.
IM SO SICK OF THIS SHIT OF YOURS

NOONE STOLE SHIT FROM YOU, BOOMIE 

YOU DIDN'T CREATE ANYTHING YOU PHONY VUNT

I’m with OG on this one. This looks suspiciously familiar…

You are the same person 

[Tommy Trueheart]

Jul 16, 2024 16:13:33 GMT -6 Ronald Grimes said:

Jul 16, 2024 14:08:53 GMT -6 GeraldoRenaldoHidalgoArredando said:

I’m with OG on this one. This looks suspiciously familiar…

You are the same person 

I'm with Ronald
It's rather suspicious that I entered the stuff in google got no results 

[Kleetus Simpson]

How many times must we ban his retarded ass before he goes away? We have flushed this turd countless times

[King Brodhi]

Boomie is a proven liar