Luchador Name:

Nigel Powers

Luchador Nicknames:

Coastal Man of Mystery, The King of Swing, The Shagadellic Superstar

Height:

5'10

Weight:

190lbs

Hometown:

Wherever the Boogey is.

Gimmick / Persona:

Nigel Powers’ gimmick is maximum confidence with minimum awareness. He believes espionage is as much about vibes as it is about intelligence, leaning hard into theatrical poses, dramatic pauses, and introductions no one asked for. His persona is relentlessly upbeat, charmingly incompetent, and blissfully unaware of how obvious he is. Nigel treats every mission like a seaside holiday, cracking jokes while danger unfolds just out of frame. He assumes disguises work perfectly, gadgets are foolproof, and that enemies are simply too intimidated—or confused—to act. In his mind, subtlety is optional when swagger is this strong.

Catchphrase:

"The name is Powers, Nigel Powers."

"Groovy."

"Yeah, baby."

"Oh, behave."

"It’s time to turn on the powers and when the power is turned on, there’s no turning it off."

Moveset & Wrestling Style:

Lucky Brawler

Finishing Move:

The Powers That Be (Flatliner)

Signature Moves:

Swinging Sixties (Swinging Neckbreaker)

British Leg Sweep (Russian Leg Sweep)

The Nige (Baseball Slide into Leg Trip Face Plant)

Do I Make You Horny? - Low Blow

Maximum Powers - Running Legdrop

Shagadellic Slam - Angle Slam

British Leg Sweep - Russian Legsweep

Sir Bobby’s Pride - Running Punt Kick (after the Nige)

Taunts/gestures:

A cheeky wink and smile.

Entrance Song Title:

"Groovy"

Ring Entrance:

The cutesy bop of “Groovy” bounces through the PA system, as fog fills the entrance until it can barely be seen. When the fog clears, Nigel Powers stands, side on, a beautiful lady on each side.

They ladies kiss him on their respective cheek in unison before he sets off towards the ring with aplomb.

Backstory:

Nigel Powers was born somewhere between a pebble beach and a chip shop, raised on salty air, strong tea, and an unwavering belief that espionage should be done with flair. By day he appears to be a perfectly ordinary British gentleman in an aggressively blue suit; by night he is the United Kingdom’s least subtle coastal spy, tasked with protecting seaside towns from suspicious tourists, rogue seagulls, and the occasional villainous paddleboarder.

Trained in the ancient arts of surveillance, Nigel is capable of hiding behind a single deckchair for hours, provided there’s a thermos nearby. His gadgets include a waterproof monocular, a watch that only tells the time in British Summer Time, and a seemingly endless supply of emergency cravats. Stealth is not his strong suit, but confidence certainly is—Nigel believes that if you look suave enough, no one will question why you’re tiptoeing through a marina at midnight.

Known for his flamboyant introductions and heroic misunderstandings, Nigel once foiled an international plot entirely by accident while asking for directions to the pier. He remains undeterred, undiminished, and utterly convinced that the coast is clear—mostly because he’s already announced himself at full volume.