WGW: Sunday Night Shiver
Sunday Night Shiver
General Management: Batti
Color Commentary: Tooth
Play By Play Analyst: Mandy May
Big E. Langston
John "Bradshaw" Layfield
Active Tag Teams:
APA - JBL & Farooq
Bayley & Banks - Bayley & Sasha Banks
Decay - Rosemary & Crazzy Steve
Enzo & Cass - Enzo Amore & Big Cass w/ Carmella
Mike & Maria Kanellis - Mike Kanellis & Maria Kanellis
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Episode 1 - To Start A Fire
Sunday Night Shiver
Episode One: To Start A Fire
The Spider weaves and weaves and weaves.
Cold opening as cameras turned to a blonde girl having complications with her tie. She adjusted the microphone that hung loosely there.
"Is this thing on? Hello? Okay. Welcome, welcome, one and all! This is the first episode of Sunday Night Shiver, brought to you live from The Spider Club & Dance Hall! We are sold out for our Grand Opening, so I expect big things tonight.
My name is Batti Otaku and I'll be running things behind the scenes. My second in command is fan favorite Mr. Bill Goldberg, and he will present the winner of the main event with the WGW Shiver Championship Belt. Legacy will face Legacy when Roman Reigns battles Charlotte Flair this very night. Isn't that exciting?"
She cleared her throat, searching for something to say. Batti shook her head in deep thought with herself. She brightened up and smiled into the camera.
"I truly hope you all enjoy the show!"
The program wasted no time with introducing the first fight of the night.
Match #1 - Jay Lethal vs. Tyler Breeze:
Tooth: "Good. People shouldn't be on the damned things in a match anyways."
Tooth: "Fuck that. We need somebody ready to make a statement that ain't got nothing to do with fashion. If he throws away a fidget spinner or a gameboy next time, I'll sing his praises."
As Tyler Breeze made his way backstage, he was greeted by a familiar face.
"Uh-uh-uh-uh yesss!", Matt Hardy began, pulling Tyler towards him. "I have spoken with countless wise men whom offered their council with me. I have soughht audiuhhnce with The Oracle of Delphi, supped with Sir Isaac Newton, discussed the future with Nostradamus, but now...now I am here, in The House of The Arachnid, to eenterview the Adonis incarnate!"
The Gorgeous One tried pushing himself away. "Please get this uggo off me!"
"My dear dear friend. Have you a touch of the madness? I am no snug pair o' boots, yesss. I am Matt Hardy, and I. Am. Wokennnn!!!"
Tyler Breeze started pleading with the cameraman.
"My first Inquiseetion, Adonis incarnate, is this- How did your spar with Lethal James go?"
"I don't have to put up with this," he answered venomously,"You're not a real interviewer. You're just some loon with really, really, REEEALLLY bad hair. It's like looking at a grade school Sweeney Todd play. Someone needs hedge trimmers, stat."
Matt released his hold on Tyler.
"You dare insult the follicles upon MY crown???"
"I dare insult the dead badger, yeah!"
The two share an awkward silence before coming to blows. Before it got out of hand, security hastily broke them up.
"YOU'RE NOT GORGEOUS!"
"DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!"
Match #2 - Bayley & Banks vs. Mike & Maria Kanellis:
Mandy: "These girls got no business fighting a man. They don't have the pedigree someone like, say Charlotte, has."
Tooth: "Bl̜ood don't make a warrior. Willingness to bleed for this does."
Mandy: "She's gonna bleed all over the place if she's not careful. Willing or not."
Tooth: "What will it take to bring down Professional Wrestling's Jesus?"
Mandy: "Something that weighs more than 119 pounds, evidently."
Tooth: "Damn shame. Hate seeing one guy take out an entire tag team like that. And Maria not even contributing..."
Mandy: "She knew her place. Why take out the trash when you have a man who can do it?"
Goldberg's theme played over the loudspeakers.
The crowd came unglued, chanting his name and raising their glasses. He made his way from the management office upstairs down to the roaring barflies. The silver and blue Shiver Championship was draped over his shoulder, as the designated keeper bumped knuckles with various attendees before sitting at a stool. A fan ordered a beer for him. They clinked bottles and chugged.
Match #3 - Farooq vs. Enzo Amore:
Mandy: "Well yeah it's like seeing an eclipse. They don't last for long."
"You've Still Got It! You've Still Got It!"
Tooth: "Your generation's one to talk with your depression!"
Mandy: "THIS is what happens when a 59 year old crosses a 31 year old. Keep tabs, Tooth. The youth is legit and it will literally fuck you up!"
"This is what will happen," Charlotte Flair said to following cameramen. "Roman Reigns will use his strength as all men with notable physiques do, and I will take all that he can give which won't be much. See, he's the cousin of The Rock. Not a bad bloodline, the Anoa'i family. Wrestling is in their DNA. But Roman is not a Flair. I'm a second generation star, and he has the nerve to call himself a Thoroughbred? Disgusting."
Charlotte walked into the locker room. "My dad, he's a 16-time champion. Multiple Hall of Famer. Practically innovated underhanded tactics. Roman is holding on to a dynasty that isn't even his. I have a cousin who bags groceries, should he get in the ring, too?? Hell no. This sport is meant for the best of pedigrees.
I will ensure my place in history with the Flair name. No other prestige means more than the one tonight. None. All those championships my pop earned, they're pretty, but they're just gift shop trinkets compared to Shiver. And nothing less belongs on the waist of a Queen."
Match #4 - King Cuerno w/Ricardo Rodriguez vs. Kalisto w/Zack Ryder:
Mandy: "Oh...okay. That was kinda hot..."
Tooth: "If you think squashes are hot, try peppers."
Mandy: *audibly sighed*
Cameramen followed both Roman Reigns and Charlotte as they made their way to the arena. Reigns talked candidly with the people following him.
"I'm not taking her attitude lightly. She is under this impression that you have to have the right genetics to be the best. We've all heard that kinda talk, and we all know how dangerous that talk can be. But if she wants to experience the full force of my fighting heritage, then I'm happy to oblige."
Main Event - (Championship Bout) Roman Reigns vs. Charlotte Flair w/Ric Flair:
Tooth: "Holy shit. If she can execute a move like that why does she need help at ringside?"
Mandy: "She doesn't need help, obvs. She's just giving her dad something to do."
Mandy: "That's it, Charlotte! You're better than your father in every way, now pin that third rate star from a fourth rate family!"
Tooth: "Jesus Mandy, Ric looks injured..."
Before commentary could get in a word, Cameras focused in on Goldberg, who held the Shiver Championship in his hands from the bar. He nodded, and applauded Roman. In turn The Spider Club & Dance Hall erupted in an ovation. Bill Goldberg made his way through the crowd and into the ring, where Roman tried composing himself. The two looked at one another, and nodded in a show of respect. Goldberg held the title up before handing it over to The Powerhouse. The whole place came unglued as confetti showered down from the rafters, covering the arena. Reigns celebrated by first taking Goldberg's hand and raising it, and then climbing a corner post.
Roman Reigns stayed up there, drinking in the cheers before hopping back down. Where he was met with a vicious Spear.
Bill Goldberg stayed on his knee, glancing at the young star. The audience jeered at the veteran. Goldberg laughed, and with a gloved hand, picked the championship title back up and placed it on his shoulder once more. Confetti still continued to come down. He then turned his back and started to walk out of the building. He paused on the ramp, and demanded a microphone. Getting one, he then turned his eyes onto the unruly crowd. He parted his lips, and said his piece.
"Thanks for the drinks."
He then left with the gold.
Restless and pissed off, the crowd started chanting "What The Fuck?!" at the top of their lungs. Their reaction to the unfolding events were met with an even more volatile situation.
Carnival music played ominously from the loudspeakers. CM Punk, Rhino, Rob Van Dam, The Dudleys, Simon Diamond, Johnny Swinger, and Tommy Dreamer seemed to appear out of nowhere and marched through the packed crowd. Some fans cheered their presence. They jumped the bannisters and slid into the ring. Reigns got to all fours before getting beatdown by the eight men. They repeatedly kicked his ribs and stomach before a voice from afar broke it up.
"That shall be enough for now," the man in clown makeup began. "For those who do not know me, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Milenko, and I run the greatest show on earth...that's right. You didn't think WGW wanted just one show, did you? Expect a hardcore renaissance, Batti Otaku. Keep up, or face taste the heel of my boot."
With those parting words, the extremists left. The show ended on the eyes of the champion without a title.
Last edited by Spidey : 01-03-2018 at 06:57 PM.
Love it. The bullet point style was a bit surprising but it works. Not sure if I'll be stealing it as thinking about it makes my brain hurt.
My favorite part of course was the end. It gives me a good bit to work with for my show which is a good thing.
WZCW creative member as well as the
We found some belts
Titles defended on Sunday Night Shiver:
WGW World Shiver Championship
AKA "Blue Blood"
WGW Pale Rider Championship
WGW Shiver Tag Team Championship
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