Niz's 8MW

[Thumper Moore III]

Jan 15, 2019 14:27:03 GMT -5 Niz said:

Luckily, Arizona dodged the attack and countered with the Last Crusade onto an exposed turnbuckle to score the brutal victory.

So, in order to hit the Last Crusade into an exposed turnbuckle off a counter, a very specific series of events has to happen. The wrestlers must be positioned facing each other at a 30 degree angle away from the main camera, about 6 feet from the turnbuckle, unless you do the flippy alternate version, where you’d want to stand 7-8 feet away. The move to counter would be a running clothesline, except in the case of a large athlete, where it would have to be a clothesline where Arizona runs in. Then, I’d have to either duck or sidestep depending on which version, and here’s where it gets tricky— the opponent must react accordingly. If it’s the normal version, he’d have to either jump a bit or lean backward, depending on positioning. Then... we’ll, you just have to see it. At least the right guy went over.

[Niz]

Hahaha! Brilliant!

[beautifulben]

Absolutely love following your fed!

[Niz]

Jan 15, 2019 20:13:49 GMT -5 beautifulben said:

Absolutely love following your fed!

Thanks, Ben. That’s what I like to hear! Keep checking in, lots more wild ideas to come.

[Niz]

[The scene opens backstage in Wall Street's locker room.

Mr. Tycoon is sitting on a bench in front of his locker with an oversized ice pack wrapped around his shoulder. He took a nasty bump in his ladder match with Neon Express and is expected to be sidelined for the next month.

Behind Tycoon we can see both the 8MW Tag Team and Television Titles draped in his locker, along with his newest prized possession ... the mysterious star from Starboy's mask.

Yuppie VP is shuffling through stacks of money in his briefcase.]

Yuppie VP: "I knew coming to 8MW was a good business move. But who knew we'd be swimming in Benjamin's this fast!"

Mr. Tycoon: "It's all part of the plan, Yuppie. Just like we talked about. We come in, we win some gold, we earn that 8MW money ... and that's it. In and out. We're retired on a gigantic yacht with all the money ..."

Yuppie VP: "... and the women."

Mr. Tycoon: "Mwahahaha! Yes, Yuppie. All the women we can handle. And then some!"

[8MW commissioner Mr. Fantasy walks in with a stack of papers in his hand and a concerned look on his face.]

Mr. Fantasy: “Sorry to interrupt, I know you're probably busy ... sorting all that money. But I wanted to check in on your shoulder? Are you going to be okay?"

Mr. Tycoon: "Give me a month and I'll be good as new."

Mr. Fantasy: “Well, actually ... about that. You see, it says here in your contract that the 8MW Television Championship must be defended regularly on 8MW television. And if the champion cannot defend the title, for whatever reason, he must be stripped of it immediately."

Mr. Tycoon: "That's bull%$#@ and you know it, Fantasy! I'm out here busting my ass, making you look good. And this is how you repay me? Besides, who in their right mind would want to get in the ring with me? I'm the hottest thing going in 8MW!"

Mr. Fantasy: “As shocking as this might sound, you do have a challenger. It's Starboy."

[Mr. Tycoon and Yuppie VP glance at each other, then back at Mr. Fantasy, then towards each other again. Suddenly, the Tag Team Champs erupt in uncontrollable laughter.]

Mr. Tycoon: "Starboy?! STAR ... BOY?!?! Bwahahahaha! That's a good one! Awww man, I needed a laugh like that today."

Mr. Fantasy: “Yeah, umm, I'm serious. He called me last night. He wants a rematch. A chance to regain his title."

Mr. Tycoon: "Ohh boy. This is too good. I mean, I've got a dislocated shoulder. I've got bruised ribs. But you know what ... I've also got Starboy's precious little star. And I think we all can see that the Starboy everyone once loved is dead and gone!"

[Yuppie VP reaches into their locker and hands Mr. Tycoon Starboy's star. Mr. Tycoon begins petting the star like he's caressing a house cat.]

Mr. Tycoon: "You go ahead and tell that pathetic, space-aged puke ... IT'S ON!"

[Mr. Fantasy nods in approval and exits the locker room as Mr. Tycoon continues to gaze into Starboy's star with a sinister grin.]

[Niz]

[We open up to a closeup of something rock hard. Something chiseled. Something extremely well defined.

As the camera zooms out, we now see that it's actually Exotic Rick's abs.

Rick is on a beach somewhere on some coast, oiling up his body and smirking at all the female onlookers. Meanwhile, in the near background, we see The Thinker and Pierre The Enormous underneath a giant umbrella. Pierre has heavy amounts of suntan lotion on his cheeks, likely playing it smart after having his face singed by the flames of Dicky Thunderbird.]

The Thinker: "Rick, come over here. We need to talk."

[Rick puts his arms up behind his head and contorts his midsection in a way to better showcase his abdominals. At this point, there are at least a dozen bikini-clad ladies swarming around.]

The Thinker: "Rick!"

[The Thinker gets up and swats away all the women like they're a swarm of bees.]

The Thinker: "Take a cold shower and call us in the morning. My God! Get a hold of yourself, girls! Have some dignity!"

[Frustrated, Exotic Rick makes his way under the umbrella to talk with his stablemates.]

Exotic Rick: "This better be good, buddy. Did you see that brunette?"

The Thinker: "Listen, Rick. As you know, Pierre should be the 8MW World Champion. He had Dude Brohan dead to rights! But that little dragon boy, Dicky Thunderbird, nearly turned our giant here into a potato chip."

Exotic Rick: "That'd be a pretty big chip. Am I right?"

The Thinker: "The point is ... as you can see, Pierre is in no condition to fight. The guy is doused in SPF100. He needs time to heal up. So, in the meantime, how about you take those rock hard abs and show Dude Brohan what a real man ... no, a real champion ... is supposed to look like!"

[Exotic Rick can't deny it ... he likes what he hears. He shakes hands in solidarity with The Thinker as a disgruntled Pierre looks on from behind.]

[Niz]

March 1980 - Week 1 (** / $1,114)

<> Chet Skye d. Moon Man *
Moon Man has been all over the galaxy, but tonight, he rode the Neon Express to the promise land.

<> Chief Buffalo d. Michael T. Wolf **
A pack of hungry wolves have been known to take down much larger buffalo. But one on one? The Chief proved too much man for Michael T.

<> Mercenary d. Doberman Denny ***
We tend to overuse the phrase "wrestling clinic." Not this time. Mercenary used a small package to escape the much more physical Doberman. You have to imagine the Executors and Dobermans will be locking up soon.

<> Exotic Rick d. Max Attack **
Exotic Rick spent over half the match flexing. The other time was spent beating Max Attack pillar to post.

<> TV TITLE MATCH: Starboy d. Mr. Tycoon © by disqualification. Mr. Tycoon retained the 8MW TV Title **
As soon as the bell rang and Mr. Tycoon and Starboy were ready to lock horns ... the lights in the arena went out. When they came back on, the 8MW universe was shook to its core. No longer wearing his signature blue - a new, red, demonic looking Starboy stood across the ring. You would have thought Mr. Tycoon had seen a ghost. In a panic, Tycoon blasted Starboy with the TV Title, prompting the referee to disqualify him. But that was just the beginning. Starboy, unfazed by the cheap shot, speared Tycoon to the mat and began hammering away with rights and lefts. Finally wrestled away by security, Starboy grabbed the TV Title and stood with his foot on Tycoon's chest, arms held high, as the show went off the air.

[Niz]

March 1980 - Week 2 (*** / $1,332)

<> Creepy Vignette w/ Starboy ****
We open to pitch darkness. Suddenly, a dim red light allows us to see an extreme closeup on Starboy's bright red, skeleton-like face. We hear a voice in the background. It's not Starboy's voice. "This will be a day long remembered. It has seen the end of Starboy. And it will soon see the end of 8MW. The name Starboy no longer has any meaning to him. From here on, he is Death Starboy. And I ... I am his father."

<> The Dobermans d. The Executors ****
Talk about Tag Team Action! Doberman Denny scored the pin after a Doberslam on Spazz, and just like that, the Dobermans are looking like real contenders.

<> Haka Tonga d. Mad Arab in a No Holds Barred Match **
It will go down as a "W" in the record books, but Haka Tonga suffered more than his share of punishment from the Brutal Butcher.

<> O'Hooligan's Pub w/ Arizona Chance ***
Just last month, Arizona's good friend Red Pirate Rogers took a fork to the eye courtesy of Mad Arab. And if you recall, moments after the fork, O'Hooligan drove in the knife (figuratively), by engaging in a post-match beatdown on the defenseless Pirate. Tonight, O'Hooligan apologized to Arizona, showing legitimate shame in his own actions. That was ... until he made one too many obvious "eyeball" jokes. Arizona caught onto the games quick and pummeled the Scottish pun-master.

<> Dr. B d. Dicky Thunderbird **
Strangely enough, Dr. B and Dicky T. have a lot in common - as both were mauled by the oversized hands of Pierre The Enormous in recent weeks. Neither man seemed dead set on winning this match, but rather letting out some pent up aggression. In the end, Dicky attempted a high-risk move from the top rope and was met with a highlight-reel Clubber.

[Niz]

March 1980 - Week 3 (*** / $1,830)

<> Yuppie VP d. Jessie Wild **
The Neon Express can't catch a break. This time, Yuppie was the beneficiary of a lightning-fast three count. As it turns out ... the referee was paid off before the match! The fans still got their money's worth, though, as Jessie Wild removed a wad of cash from the referee's back pocket and showered it into the crowd.

<> Tag Team Swagger w/ The Executors  *****
Mercenary and Spazz sure know how to cut an entertaining promo. Shaking off their recent loss to the Dobermans, the Executors are still plenty confident in themselves moving forward.

<> P4V Commercial w/ Arizona Chance, O'Hooligan, and Chet Skye ***
Some of 8MW's top stars shared their desire to win the upcoming 8-man March Madness Tournament during this P4V ad.

<> Dude Brohan and Dicky Thunderbird d. Dr. B and Exotic Rick **
With their World Title Match just one week away, Dude Brohan and Exotic Rick were on opposite sides of a star-studded showdown. But the way it played out, the two never really got their hands on each other until the end. Dude Brohan dropped the Big Bro Leg Drop on Dr. B to claim the victory ... only to be left lying after a post-match neckbreaker by the cowardly Rick.

<> Queen of Mean d. Princess Starbright **
Maybe Princess Starbright was distracted by the recent romantic advances from Chaka Crass. Or maybe Queen of Mean is just plain good. But clearly, the 8MW Ladies Champion wasn't all there ... in the main event no less.

[Niz]

March 1980 - March Madness (** / $11,024)

<> ROUND ONE: Arizona Chance d. Mercenary ****
Simply put, this was an excellent match to open the tournament with. There have only been two 4-star matches in 8MW's short history and Mercenary has been involved in both. Arizona Chance walks away the winner ... but he had to exert himself, maybe too much, in the opening round.

<> ROUND ONE: O'Hooligan d. Haka Tonga **
O'Hooligan advances with the Barroom Brawl to setup a grudge match with Arizona Chance in the semifinals.

<> ROUND ONE: Dicky Thunderbird d. Mad Arab **
Dicky wasn't thrilled to draw Mad Arab in the first round, knowing full well it would likely spell disaster. Dicky withstood an onslaught of punishment and finished off Arab with the Thunderbird Chop ... but at what cost?

<> ROUND ONE: Chief Buffalo d. Chet Skye ***
Give Chet Skye credit for hanging around as long as he did. The Neon Rocker recorded several near falls on his much beefier opponent, until he got his bell rung by a ring-rattlin' Buffalo Charge.

<> TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH: Wall Street © d. The Dobermans to retain the 8MW Tag Team Titles *
Would you believe Yuppie VP pinned down Doberman Denny's massive shoulders to the mat for a three count? Probably not. What if I told you Mr. Tycoon was on the outside grappling with Denny's feet to prevent him from kicking out? Yep, now it all makes sense. Another cheap victory for the obnoxiously-wealthy Wall Street.

<> SEMIFINAL MATCH: Arizona Chance d. O'Hooligan **
Arizona Chance has waited patiently to dispose of O'Hooligan and everything fell into place tonight. You could tell O'Hooligan wanted nothing to do with the ticked-off Adventurer, as he tried to run away up the ramp on several occasions ... but Arizona wasn't settling for a count-out win. Instead ... how bout a Last Crusade!

<> SEMIFINAL MATCH: Dicky Thunderbird d. Chief Buffalo ***
First Mad Arab ... and now Chief Buffalo? What did Dicky do to deserve this? 

<> WORLD TITLE MATCH: Dude Brohan © d. Exotic Rick to retain the 8MW World Title **
Exotic Rick proved to be a worthy opponent with his impeccable physique and killer instincts. But he's going to need to spend a little less time flexing his biceps and jarring with the fans if he wants to get past Dude Brohan.

<> TOURNAMENT FINALS : Dicky Thunderbird d. Arizona Chance ***
Are you kidding me? Fresh off winning the Battle Royale, Dicky Thunderbird now runs the gauntlet to win March Madness! This guy is something else. Dicky and Arizona embrace in a showing of good sportsmanship as the fans give them a standing ovation. You have to wonder ... how much longer will Dicky keep a low-profile before he demands a title shot? 

NOTE: Dicky's victories in the Battle Royale and March Madness Tournament were completely unbooked. This guy is the real deal right now.

[Niz]

[The scene opens in the backstage area, where we see a denim-clad Neon Express poking their heads out from behind some stage boxes. They look to be on a top-secret spy mission.]

Jessie Wild: "There they are! Get down, get down!"

[Jessie and Chet duck down behind the boxes as we now see Mr. Tycoon and Yuppie VP exiting their locker room in the distance. As soon as the reigning Tag Team Champs get far enough down the hallway, Jessie and Chet rush to catch their locker room door just before it slams closed.]

Chet Skye: "Wow! That was close!"

Jessie Wild: "But it worked! We're in! Let's go..."

[The Neon Express have now gained access to Wall Street's locker room! Chet swings the door open, but before he can walk in, he feels a hand on his shoulder...]

Doberman Denny: "Can I help you?"

[The Dobermans must have been on their own stakeout, because they saw everything and have now joined the Neon Express at the door.]

Chet Skye: "Jesus, Denny! What the hell are you doing here?"

Doberman Denny: "Shouldn't you be asking yourself that same question?"

Chet Skye: "You know what, who cares? Come on, we're going in!"

[Just then, Chet, Jessie, Denny, and Duke - all men screwed over by Wall Street's heelish-ways in recent weeks - walk into a place they probably shouldn't be. But it's a risk they're willing to take to try and gain a leg up on their rivals.]

Doberman Duke: "Hey boys, look over here."

[Duke points to an oversized briefcase with the Wall Street logo on the front.]

Doberman Duke: "You guys ready to collect that holiday bonus?"

[Jessie Wild gets to the briefcase first and attempts to open it, but it's locked.]

Jessie Wild: "Damn! It must need a key or something."

Doberman Denny: "Mind if I take a look?"

[Denny grabs the briefcase from the table, clenches it with his hands, and in seconds ... pries it open with brute force.]

Chet Skye: "Denny, dude, are you even human?"

[Before the unlikely alliance can even ponder that question, they are overcome with excitement as money pours out from the briefcase and onto the table in front of them. Except ... something isn't right.]

Jessie Wild: "What ... the ... @%$#?!"

[Jessie holds up a $100 bill into the light so everyone can see. It's not green ... but red. And that's not a president's face in the center ... it's Death Starboy's skull mask!]

Doberman Denny: "I don't think we should be here..."

Doberman Duke: "RUUUNNNNNN!"

[Apparently someone, or something, has gotten to the briefcase first. Jessie tosses the tarnished money into the air and makes like a Neon Express out the door as the entire group sprints away right behind him.]

[Niz]

[We're at a hospital where Red Pirate Rogers remains on bedrest more than a month after being attacked by Barbaric Nature and O'Hooligan. In that shocking scene, Mad Arab gauged Red Pirate's eyeball with a fork and Troglo and O'Hooligan carried on with a vicious beating.

Now, we see Rogers is being visited by his good pal and wrestling partner, Arizona Chance. Rogers seems to be in better spirits. Perhaps even closing in on his in-ring return.]

Arizona Chance: "So are you going to wear two eyepatches now, or what?"

Red Pirate Rogers: "Yeah, yeah ... hilarious."

Arizona Chance: "I'm serious, man. What's the prognosis?"

Red Pirate Rogers: "I'm already regaining some of my eyesight. It's just all swollen. I guess, he cracked my orbital bone. They tell me a millimeter to the right and I'd be blind."

Arizona Chance: "Damn. I'm so sorry. I should have gotten out there sooner."

Red Pirate Rogers: "Don't sweat it. Soon enough I'll be good as new ... and then we'll get our revenge!"

Arizona Chance: "Forkin' right, we will!"

Red Pirate Rogers: "Ha ha ha, now 'fork' off, would ya? I need some rest."

[The Adventurers share a laugh as Arizona pats Rogers on the leg and leaves the room. Moments later, we see two doctors enter the scene. It's hard to make them out, as they have hairnets and surgical masks on.]

Red Pirate Rogers: "I'm good, guys. I took my medicine ... and even ate that "burger" and the disgusting lime Jell-O. I just need a little more rest, okay?"

[The doctors don't leave the room. Instead, they slowly remove their surgical masks. No ... $@#%in' ... way! IT'S MAD ARAB AND TROGLO! Troglo jumps onto the the hospital bed and begins pummeling Rogers with wild blows to the head. Mad Arab actually pulls Troglo off him ... but only so he could have his turn! Mad Arab locks onto Rogers, hoists him up, and flattens him with a massive powerbomb through the hospital bed! Red Pirate Rogers is left lying on the floor, tangled in a heap of medical equipment, as Barbaric Nature stand smiling at the carnage they created.]

[Meanwhile, we get an overhead shot of the hospital parking lot, where an unknowing Arizona Chance is approaching his car. Suddenly, Arizona is blindsided by a double axehandle to the back. The attacker, wearing a black leather jacket and tartan kilt, yanks Arizona up by his shirt collar and flings him headfirst into a car window with enough force to spiderweb shatter the glass. Arizona is out cold on the concrete, as the attacker turns around to the camera to reveal himself. You guessed it ... O'HOOLIGAN!  The scene ends with O'Hooligan, our 8MW Cruiserweight Champ, scuffing his boots on the pavement right next to Arizona's head in an effort to dust him with dirt and debris.]

[Niz]

April 1980 - Week 1 (** / $1,177)

<> Papa Chopper d. Bug Buster **
If there's something strange in your neighborhood ... it's probably Papa Chopper. Bug Buster got the call, but Chopper got the "W."

<> Death Starboy d. Max Attack ***
A new name, a new persona, a new attitude. Death Starboy has given us a lot to think about in recent weeks. But one thing's clear, the mysterious father-figure that is pulling the strings has Starboy wrestling like a man possessed. Oh yeah, there's even a new finishing move. The Big Bang! 1 ... 2 ... 3!

<> Doberman Duke d. Spazz ***
Duke and Spazz got a rare chance to showcase their ability in singles competition, and the match didn't disappoint. Duke put it away with the always entertaining Doberplex.

<> Chaka Crass d. Glam *
Chaka Crass clearly has her eyes on the 8MW Ladies Championship ... or at the very least, the pretty lady holding it.

<> Pierre The Enormous d. Exotic Rick and Dr B. in a Tables Match **
Talk about a main event! We've got a triple-threat tables match to determine a new number one contender to Dude Brohan's 8MW World Title ... and boy did it deliver! Late in the match, Dr. B knocked Exotic Rick out with a Clubber and began setting up a table, with every intention to slam Rick through it. But by the time Dr. B got the table standing, so was Pierre. The visibly gassed giant had just enough left in the tank to launch Dr. B over the top rope and crashing to the outside. Pierre then helped up his buddy Rick, or so we thought. Until Pierre preceded to roll Rick onto the table, climb to the second turnbuckle, and jump down on him with the Giant Elbow Drop ... destroying Rick and the table in the process! The show came to a close with The Thinker in a laughable dilemma, as he wasn't sure whether to celebrate with Pierre or check up on Rick.

[Niz]

April 1980 - Week 2 (*** / $1,597)

<> Yuppie VP d. Moon Man *
Give Moon Man a point for creativity. He came to the ring dressed up as Death Starboy in an attempt to get into Yuppie's head. The plan backfired, though, as a slightly spooked but increasingly angered Yuppie made short work of 8MW's resident astronaut.

<> Dramatic Promo w/ Arizona Chance *****
Arizona Chance was attacked by O'Hooligan in a parking lot two weeks ago, while his pal Red Pirate Rogers was being assaulted in a hospital room by Barbaric Nature. Needless to say, Arizona Chance is chomping at the bit to dish out some punishment of his own. O'Hooligan's time as Cruiserweight Champ may be running out.

<> Neon Express d. Barbaric Nature **
When it comes to sneak attacks, foreign objects, and unadulterated brutality ... Barbaric Nature are in a league of their own. But after this win, Neon Express has every right to believe they're the best in-ring performers in 8MW's tag division.

<> 1 on 1 w/ Honest Al and Dicky Thunderbird *****
As the winner of 8MW's Battle Royale and March Madness Tournament, perhaps no one is hotter than Dicky Thunderbird. In this interview, Dicky hinted that it might be time he challenge Dude Brohan to some friendly competition ... and while they're at it, Brohan can put his World Title on the line as well!

<> WORLD TITLE MATCH: Dude Brohan © d. Pierre The Enormous to retain the 8MW World Title ****
What an ending to this one! The Thinker climbed up on the ring apron to distract the referee, while Exotic Rick slid into the ring with a chair. Rick wound up to deliver a chair shot to Dude Brohan ... but Dude ducked, causing Rick to blast Pierre over the skull instead! Dude then clotheslined Rick to the outside and dropped the Big Bro Leg Drop on the starry-eyed giant for the win. Was Rick just trying to help his stablemate? Or was the chair to Pierre's dome intentional? Perhaps payback for Pierre putting Rick through a table last week?

[Niz]

April 1980 - Week 3 (*** / $2,195)

<> Creepy Vignette w/ Death Starboy and His Father ****
Once again we are in a pitch black room, with only a dim red light shining on Death Starboy. And once again, we hear a mysterious voice in the background. "Wall Street. Don't be too proud of the terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy 8MW is insignificant next to the power of the Empire. I find your lack of faith disturbing. And on Sunday ... the circle will be complete." This time we get a glimpse of the man uttering these words, as a massive, dark silhouette steps forward, towering behind Starboy. 

<> Howl and Roar d. Wall Street **
This match was over before it even started. Mr. Tycoon and Yuppie VP looked downright terrified after finding out Death Starboy and his father had them marked for Sunday's P4V. Howl and Roar pounced all over the opportunity to notch an upset over the Tag Team Champs. 

<> Zen d. Mad Arab *
What a debut! Newcomer Zen, who was accompanied to the ring by Max Attack, looked like lightning as he bounced around the much larger, and much slower Mad Arab, on his way to a shocking victory! Wisely, Zen and Max Attack chose not to celebrate, and instead hightailed it to the locker room.

<> Wrestler Challenge w/ Dicky Thunderbird and Dude Brohan ****
The two most popular and well-respected wrestlers in 8MW met in the ring and the sold out crowd went absolutely bananas. Dicky T laid out the challenge ... and Dude Brohan accepted. "You earned your shot, brother!" This Sunday night, Dude Brohan puts his World Title on the line against his friend Dicky Thunderbird! "But there's just one more thing, Dicky. Whatcha gonna do ... when the 8MW World Champion ... and all of Dudeamania ... run wild ... on ... YOU!?"

<> CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH: Arizona Chance d. O'Hooligan © to win the 8MW Cruiserweight Title **
Following Brohan and Dicky T, you wouldn't think the crowd could get any more hyped. But when Arizona Chance hit the Last Crusade on O'Hooligan they became unglued! Post match, Arizona Chance celebrated with the Cruiserweight Title and was handed a microphone. "Hey Hooligan! How'd that taste?! Man, you had that beating coming for a looonnng time now! And as for me, and all these fans out here ... we had something coming, too ..." Arizona Chance holds out the mic as the entire crowd erupts in unison ... "FORTUNE ... AND ... GLORRRRRYYYY!"