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  1. Mickie James

    22 December 2017 - 03:18 AM

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    Mickie James is a southern gal from Richmond, Virginia. Having been a part of the wrestling world for almost two decades now, Mickie has solidified herself as one of the greatest to ever do it. Gaining mainstream exposure in the early 2000s, Mickie has gone on to become one of the most decorated athletes-- male or female-- in the world today. Combining charisma, sex appeal, and good ole' fashioned wrestling, Mickie is a role model to little girls around the world. Mickie's trials and tribulations have sent her all across the world, but no matter where she is, she will always be the same bubbly woman that she was when she started. Elegance, beauty, class, and kicking ass.


    Mickie Laree James-Aldis

    Mickie James

    Bubbalicious Belle


    125 lbs

    Richmond, Virginia


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    Long Kiss Goodnight
    Roundhouse Kick

    Mick Kick

    Snap DDT

    Rope-aided hurricanrana from out of the corner

    Arm-trap neckbreaker, used as a counter to an oncoming opponent
    Flapjack, sometimes followed by a kip-up
    Implant DDT
    Multiple pin variations:
    Victory roll
    Snapmare, followed by a running low–angle front dropkick to the opponent's front or back
    Thesz press followed by multiple punches, sometimes from the top rope


    Mickie James def. TBD (Roleplay)
  2. @TonyNeseAbs

    02 December 2017 - 04:36 AM

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  3. Tony Nese

    01 December 2017 - 10:07 PM

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    Sup, nerds. Thanks for visiting my profile-- you're welcome. You want to know who I am? The name's Tony Nese. I'm five feet, nine inches of muscle, steel, and sex appeal. I'm a chiseled one hundred and ninety-six pounds, and I come from the L.I. Long Island, New York. I've been wrestling for twelve years, and in that span I've already proven I'm the best damn thing going today. No one can touch me in the ring, or in the looks department. I mean, there's a reason they call me the Ab-Solute Best. I have eight abs, and each one is better than the last. Hell, they're even verified on Twitter. Fitness and wrestling are everything to me, and these spaghetti-wrist dweebs on the roster aren't even fit to sniff my jock strap. My hot ass girlfriend Mandy Rose is just as sexy as I am, and together we run PCW. Hell, we run the entire world. You want more? Look below for the rest of my stats. You won't be disappointed, but you damn sure will be jealous. I really don't blame you.


    NAME: Anthony Nese
    RING NAME: Tony Nese
    NICKNAMES: The Premier Athlete; The Ab-Solute Best
    BILLED FROM: Long Island, New York
    HEIGHT: 5'9"
    WEIGHT: 196
    ALLIES: Mandy Rose » Girlfriend » (11/28/2017 - Present)


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    • Long Island Hangover (Lumbar Check)

    • Feel The Pain (Arm Trap STF)

    • Best Damn 450 Splash Ever (450 Splash)

    • Brainbuster
    • Cradle Piledriver
    • Diving Knee Drop
    • Fireman's Carry Facebuster
    • Frankensteiner
    • Tornado DDT
    • Pumped Up Kicks (Repeated kicks to an opponent in the corner while doing crunches)
    • Superkick
    • Snap Suplex
    • Running swinging neckbreaker




    The obnoxious vocals of DVDA's "Now You're a Man" begins to blare throughout the arena as the crowd jumped to their feet and began to boo endlessly. A very muscular individual makes his way onto the main stage, wearing a white and yellow vest with matching trunks, kneepads, boots, and kickpads. Standing next to him is a beautiful blonde bombshell as she began to point at the man's abs and count them one by one, counting to eight.

    Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, being accompanied by Mandy Rose, from Long Island, New York, weighing in tonight at one hundred and ninety-six pounds... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING THE PREMIER ATHLETE... TONY... NEEEEESE!

    After Bruce Buffer officially introduced him, Tony would flex his bicep muscle and kiss it obnoxiously as he began his stride down toward the ring. “Suck it, nerds,” he said aloud as he smirked from ear to ear. The beautiful Mandy Rose walked by his side with her arm interlaced between his. As they stopped at the end of the ramp, Tony began to twirl Mandy around, showing her off to the entire crowd. Tony was enthralled with her beauty, as he began to smirk even more. “You WISH you had a piece like this,” he said as Mandy blew a kiss to the camera. Tony would then hop up onto the apron and lean back into the ropes, counting his abs one by one. Yes, he had eight of them. He would then flex his bicep again before entering the ring to a bigger ovation of boos and jeers. Tony took his vest off and tossed it to the time keeper as Mandy Rose applauded her man from the outside. After a few moments, his theme would die down to the roar of the crowd as he awaited the arrival of his opponent.

  • Do you even lift, bro?

    29 November 2017 - 11:57 PM

    PCW cameras are rolling and we are taken inside of a local Gold's Gym in beautiful sunny Los Angeles, California. Renee Young, PCW's resident interviewer, was standing by at the front of the door. As she opened the door, she was immediately greeted by the familiar sounds of a busy gym. Dumbbells clanking together, grunts of powering through workouts, and even the sounds of mild chatter between people. In the back corner of the gym were two very attractive individuals-- one male, one female-- who seem to be going harder than most. The male stood behind the female and watched her form as she deadlifted quite a lot of weight. Renee approached the two, as it was clear they were the ones she was there to interview. The female was beautiful with long blonde hair, while the male looked as if he were chiseled out of stone. Around the neck of the male was a pair of bright red Beats by Dre headphones which was blaring obnoxious music as loud as it could. He stood behind the female, hands wrapped around her waist as she did her set. “Freakin' nice, babe. Take a rest,” the male said as he and the female exchanged high fives. The female sat down on the bench and began to drink her purple colored drink as her attention was brought to Renee Young, standing awkwardly awaiting a dull moment. It was at this time that we finally got a good close up on her face. The blonde bombshell was none other than Mandy Rose, one of the most sought after free agents in the world today!

    “Ummm... excuse me? Can I help you?”

    Renee seemed a bit taken back.

    “I mean, you ask m---”

    She was cut off. Mandy held up her index finger and walked toward her male counter part and began to shout words of encouragement.

    “That's it! You got this, babe! One more! Rack it! Nice.

    The large male finished his set and immediately placed his hands on his hips in exhaustion. He had a large dark beard with his hair slicked back. That man, ladies and gentlemen, was Tony Nese, another huge free agent! He wiped his forehead with the towel that hung by the machine as he noticed Renee Young standing there as well.

    “If you're here to do your set, go somewhere else-- we're gonna' be here a while.” He smirked and took a drink of his water. “Your set, babe.”

    Mandy and Tony would exchange another obnoxious high five as she got up and began her next set. Meanwhile, Tony sat down on the bench and began to rest. Renee, more awkward than ever, approached him to get a word.

    “Well, we had scheduled this interview for a week now, so I---”

    Once more, she was cut off.

    “Right, right. You're from PCW, right? Sorry, my mistake-- I just thought they'd send someone, y'know... more respectable, but hey, a job is a job I guess. What do you want?” Renee did not take too kindly to that comment. “Oh, I know what you want. You want the ole' scoop of what's happening. Now's not really a good time, because if you didn't notice, we're kinda' busy right now. I know someone the likes of you has no idea what this place is, so I'll help you out. This is a gym-- it's where people work out. This is a deadlift, and that hot piece of tail is Mandy Rose, and she's the baddest bitch on this planet. Right, babe?” Mandy was too far focused on her set to respond right away, but she grunted “Right,” before continuing her set. Tony smirked as he nodded his head. “Well, now that you know us-- who are you?” Renee went to speak. “Renee Yo---” again, another interruption.“Rhetorical question. I got an idea. Why don't you make yourself useful. Go and grab me another water, would you? And make it fast because my set is up next.”

    And this would be where the blonde would intervene.

    “I mean, she could do with a lil' exercise.”

    Rose spoke about Renee almost as if she wasn't standing two feet to her left. It was then that she proceeded to slap Renee on her rear much to Young's surprise. However, it would seem that Mandy wasn't entirely happy with what she saw as her lip curled up in disgust.

    “I'm not sure what kinda girls they breed round those parts, but judging by the looks of things...” She paused, her eyes drifting towards Renee's ass. “It certainly ain't pedigree. See, I don't know what they're feeding you but hitting' the deads before the treads ain't ever worked for nobody. For instance, take a look at ol' Paris and Nicole.” Renee looked towards Mandy with a blank expression, unaware of who she happened to be referring to. “Don't act like you don't know.” Renee simply shook her head. “Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. Romy and Michele.” “--you mean Peyton and Billie?” BINGO." She pushed her index finger obnoxiously into the side of Renee's temple. Tony made his way back over to the two with a scoff. “Their life ain't the only thing that's simple.” “They walk around like they own the place. Like everybody should quake in their path. Sure, they got a couple wins under their belt but their emaciated asses ain't met a girl like me yet. My leg is the size of Peyton's body alone. She took the moment to flex her hamstrings and relish in it. “On a ratio of calf to thigh... she wouldn't even make the ankle. In fact, all I gotta do is wrap my legs around her neck and she's done-zo."

    “Finito! Finished! Kaput!”

    Tony screamed, as Mandy would smile with delight. Tony would motion his index finger toward the camera. “Hey, camera guy. Zoom in on thse legs. These aren't your ordinary legs-- these are the legs of a GODDESS! The camera would zoom in on Mandy's thigh, as she would flex. With a sarcastic giggle, Mandy retorted. “Eat your heart out, Alexa," she said as she flexed her muscle. The camera panned back up at Tony Nese who spoke.

    “And don't EVEN get me started on the rest of the dweebs in that locker room. Guys like Cody Rhodes? That spaghetti-wrist loser is the world champ? Give me a break. It's pretty clear that talent isn't genetic, because if I wanted help get to sleep, I'd skip watching paint dry and rewind the last Cody Rhodes promo.” Pretty harsh. Tony would then sarcastically mock Cody Rhodes, doing a bad impression to boot. “Oh, the Throne! Kiss the ring! Game of Thrones reference! Blah, blah, blah, BLAH! Obnoxiously yelling in the crowded gym, Mandy and Tony locked eyes and winked at each other. “Speaking of stupid Game of Thrones references, can we talk about Becky Lynch? I wanna' talk about Becky Lynch. What about you, babe? You wanna' talk about Becky Lynch?” He would look at Mandy. “I wanna' talk about Becky Lynch,” she said. Tony was quick to respond. “Let's talk about Becky Lynch! I mean, she's not that bad, right? She works out-- that's pretty cool.” Mandy spoke up. “Yeah, but she crossfits, which means she doesn't get gains,” she would say; Tony scoffed. “God, that's sad. What's the point of life and you don't even get gains? I mean, take a look at us. Go on, take a good, hard look.” The cameras fixated on both, and by God they were impressive. “Beautiful, right? This is what hard work looks like. This is what gains are, my friend. Crossfit is cool and all if you're a petulant teenager, but other than that? It's for dweebs.”

    Tony smirked as he looked at Mandy Rose.

    “But lets cut to the chase Renee. The whole basis of this entire interview relies upon it-- and more than likely your job.” Renee's brows lifted ever so slightly. This girl was confident. “You wanna know why PCW is our new home, right? You wanna know why we got a call at 4am last Tuesday morning beggin' us to be on the first flight out here. It ain't because of Cody Rhodes. It ain't because of Peyton and Billie and it sure as hell ain't Becky Lynch." Mandy paused for a moment to add dramatic effect, Renee held on to her every word. “In fact, there are EIGHT reasons why..."

    Mandy would lift up Tony's shirt, showing his gorgeous abs. One by one, both would count. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. Eight abs, eight reasons why. Tony would then flex his bicep as Mandy looked at Renee with a devilish grin. “You think you can disrespect GOD'S house by not doing anything? Pick up your sticks and do a set! Now!" she screamed as she practically forced Renee's hand at trying a deadlift that was obviously far too heavy for her. With a scowl, Renee went to try her best, but it was obvious it was way too heavy. “What are you doing, stick-wrists?! Why are you lifting with your back?! Your form is disgusting!” he would yell. As Renee continued to struggle, Mandy pulled out her iPhone X and both would take a selfie, with a struggling Renee Young attempting a deadlift in the background. And with that, the cameras faded to black.

    God help us all.

  • AJ Styles

    13 November 2017 - 08:47 PM

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    P H E N O M E N A L

    Who is AJ Styles? To put it in the simplest of terms, he is phenomenal. A professional wrestler for almost twenty years, AJ has wrestled all around the world, making a name for himself in the United States as the patriarch of Total Nonstop Action until going to Japan to be apart of the infamous Bullet Club stable. Highly regarded as the best professional wrestler in the world today, AJ has a unique offensive repertoire that combines crisp technical skill with high-flying perfection. Outside of the ring, AJ is Allen Jones-- a country boy from Georgia who loves his family and God. When it comes to wrestling, there isn't anyone better than AJ Styles. Having won numerous championships around the world-- and several 'Best Wrestler' awards from various outlets-- AJ's accomplishments speak for themselves. Like a fine wine, AJ only gets better with age. Nearly twenty years ago, he was a clean-cut kid from Gainesville, Georgia, working for a hotdog and a handshake. He now stands before you today at the very top of the industry, with tremendous respect and honor that comes with his name. From Total Nonstop Action to New Japan Pro Wrestling, there isn't a stage too big or too bright for the Phenomenal One. His home now resides in Primetime Championship Wrestling, but by the time he's done? The 'P' in 'PCW' will stand for Phenomenal.


    NAME: Allen Neal Jones
    RING NAME: AJ Styles
    NICKNAMES: The Phenomenal (One)
    BILLED FROM: Gainesville, Georgia
    HEIGHT: 5'11"
    WEIGHT: 218
    DISPOSITION: Babyface


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    • Styles Clash (Belly-to-Belly Mat Slam w/ pinning combination)

    • Calf Killer (Calf Slicer)

    • Phenomenal Forearm (Springboard Forearm)

    • Brainbuster
    • Discus Clothesline
    • Diving Knee Drop
    • Fireman's Carry Facebuster
    • Fosbury Flop (Over the top rope moonsault plancha)
    • Frankensteiner
    • Hollow Point (Kneeling Ganso bomb)
    • Bloody Sunday (Lifting single underhook DDT)
    • Cliffhanger (Crucifix dropped into a sitout DDT)
    • Phenomenon (Springboard moonsault onto a standing opponent transitioned into an inverted DDT)
    • Tornado DDT
    • Pelé Kick (Backflip Kick)
    • Superkick
    • Snap Suplex
    • Starmaker (High-angle belly-to-back suplex)
    • Styles Suplex Special (German followed by a sitout belly-to-back wheelbarrow facebuster)
    • Muta lock
    • Over-the-shoulder back-to-belly piledriver
    • Phenomenal Blitz (Two punches followed by a shoot kick followed by a back fist followed by a lariat)
    • Rack Bomb(Argentine powerbomb)
    • Running swinging neckbreaker
    • Shooting Styles Press (Springboard shooting star plancha)
    • Sliding forearm smash
    • Spine Breaker (Backbreaker followed by a gutbuster)
    • Stylin' Crab (Modified Boston crab)
    • Superman (Springboard 450° splash)
    • Ushigoroshi (Fireman's Carry Neckbreaker)


    The sounds of a church organ would begin, with the sounds of voices that appeared to be coming from a church coir accompanying it quickly. Many fans immediately recognized that tune, as they jumped to their feet in shock and all. Soon enough, the song would transition as the words "I am Phenomenal" appeared on the screen, which could only mean one man. Suddenly, a burst of pyrotechnics shoot into the air, soon followed by the lyrics, "No, they don't want none," which caused the fans to explode into cheers. The lights dimmed down and a flash of blue and milky white lights began to flicker across the arena. Suddenly, the entrance way began to fill with smoke as an individual appeared at the top of the ramp. Wearing a black shirt and a coat over the top with the hood up, the man stood at the top of the ramp with his arms out-stretched and his head lowered. He would take his hood off to reveal his face-- it was AJ Styles! The fans cheered even louder as the Phenomenal One was on his way to the ring. After a few moments of standing at the top of the entrance way embracing the crowd, he would smirk and begin to walk down the ramp. The fans were chanting, "AJ STYLES," as loud as they could, which caused the grin upon his face to grow even larger. As AJ made his way toward the ring, the crowd continued to show their support for the Phenomenal One. He circled around the ring for a moment, stepping onto the steel steps and entering the ring through the middle ropes. There, he out-stretched his arms and began to soak in the love and admiration from the crowd.

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    He stood there with the entire crowd behind him. AJ would then turn his attention toward Bruce Buffer and would take the live microphone from his hands. After a few moments, the sounds of "Phenomenal" by CF0$ would die down into the immense roar of the crowd as AJ would take his coat and t-shirt off, dressing down to his ring gear as he awaited the arrival of his opponent(s) for this epic contest.

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      Matt Icon

      22 Dec 2017 - 19:57
      cuck down there V
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      Mr. Irrelevant Icon

      07 Dec 2017 - 01:54
      i miss u and rob
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      Matt Icon

      04 Dec 2017 - 23:35
      So when’s ya boy gonna get slammed got weed again?
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      Pootie Tang Icon

      27 Nov 2017 - 20:18
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      Revival Icon

      19 Nov 2017 - 05:25
      Message me.
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      YxB DanHardy Icon

      14 Nov 2017 - 20:57
      Is there anyone you can't play?!
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      YxB DanHardy Icon

      01 Nov 2017 - 17:14
      Haha it's been a while - Not sure I'd be able to cut it anymore!
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      uh-lih-suh Icon

      21 Oct 2017 - 16:48
      Happy Birthday Zach!
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      Schadenfreude Icon

      21 Oct 2017 - 11:24
      Happy birthday, sir!
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      d e s i r e Icon

      21 Oct 2017 - 06:34
      Happy birthday!
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      Pootie Tang Icon

      11 Sep 2017 - 17:19
      I still believe that Cleveland will make the playoffs. Mark my words.
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      Kaneki Icon

      12 Aug 2017 - 04:30
      How do I message you?
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      TheRoyce Icon

      09 Aug 2017 - 21:48
      Good luck, Brother. Hope I was competitive enough for you.
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      Kaneki Icon

      19 Jun 2017 - 18:47
      Don't think that's gonna' change. lol
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      Kaneki Icon

      19 Jun 2017 - 18:41
      Want to know what's funny? I was going to comment the same thing.
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