JST 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2008 Toronto Represents! article by: J.S. Trudel Following the events of Battleground and Downward Spiral, the Four Norsemen have managed to get on the bad side of Tod James Stuart. After being attacked two months in a row by the European foursome, Stuart has promised he would recruit a tag team partner for the upcoming Hell Freezes Over spectacular (Tuesday April 29th, check local listings), in the form of a man named Daniel Smith. As seen here earlier this week, Stuart advised his partner to partake in a little warm-up of sorts before getting to tangle with the Norsemen on the 29th. While phone calls to Mr. Stuart inquiring to know more about Mr. Smith went ignored, our cameras caught the in-ring debut of Daniel Smith at a live SWF house show in Philadelphia, PA. Click here to watch Daniel Smith's debut --- A flash of the SWF logo. We open to a shot of the rabid crowd from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The setting is the New Alhambra Arena, a location that has seen more than its share of wrestling history. "Hello everyone, and we and welcome to yet another SWF.com Exclusive!" shouts the interviewer over the crowd noise. "I'm Ben Hardy and alongside me is the Grand Slam himself; Mr. Mark Stevens!" "Great to be here, Ben and coming up we have the in-ring debut of a man we've actually heard not so much about!" replies Stevens, as if he never were away from a microphone. "A man by the name of Daniel Smith is set to make his debut in a few moments and all that we know, is that he's an acquaintance of one Tod James Stuart." "Stuart's been having some problems lately with the Four Norsemen, being victim of two vicious attacks in the past couple of months. He's promised some type of backup in the form of this Daniel Smith, and coming up in just a couple of weeks they're set to go up against Rikard Fleihr and Arne Andersen." "But for now, this is a match that is exclusive to SWF.com, we are live from the New Alhambra Arena, a.k.a. Viking Hall, a.k.a. the 'bingo hall', a.k.a. the legendary ECW Arena! Right now, let's take you to ring announcer Stephen DeAngelis!" Using the hard camera, we cut to a full shot of the ring where stands the aforementionned renowned announcer, along with the silver-haired and leather-clad opponent. "Ladies and gentlemen! This contest is set for ONE fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring. He hails from The Edge Of Reality!" utters DeAngelis, sounding as ominous as he can. "... Weighing in at 240 lbs, he is "The Paladin": Chaaaance - Siiiiiil-veeeeer!" The grappler of faith strikes a quick "last rites" pose, under a smattering of boos and "You look like a faggot!" call. "Aaand his oppo--...!" continues DeAngelis, before having the microphone taken from him. "Silence, sinner!" declares The Paladin. "It is not by your words that this modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah will receive the proper soul cleansing it so richly lacks! So much blood has flowed here, so much carnage and debauchery! I can still smell the depravity that has befallen this once reverred domain, it sickens me!! Shut - the - fuck up!! [clap, clap, clap-clap-clap] "Fear no more, my faithful! I am the downfall of whichever opposes me, and tonight! Daniel Smith! The mere fact that we know nothing about you will only be matched by the might which will I will strike - you - down! Come forth, and listen not to these hate-mongers! Embark on your quest that will never be, and humbly accept your imminent defeat!" "Goes without saying," says Ben. "but Chance Silver isn't doing his best to endear himself to the city of Brotherly Love." "These Philly folks can be quite particular, to say the least." replies Stevens. "They won't take kindly to being told what to do and think. At this point, they're ready for just about anybody to come out and quiet him up!" Stephen DeAngelis reclaims his tool of the trade, while The Beatles' "Helter Skelter" fires up over the bingo hall's PA system. "His opponent!" resumes DeAngelis. "Hailing from north of the border; by way of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He is making his SWF in-ring debut… please welcome… Danieeeeellllll – Smiiiiiiiith!" With the Alhambra's spotlight landing on the small entrance area, it catches the impressive shape of a man crossing through the curtains with a look on his face determined to make an impact, while the crowd reacts with anticipation at what a man of his size is about to do. With short brown hair, ever-present 2-day stubble and a large muscular frame; he's clad in a pair of long dark blue tights with a pattern of interlocking white lines, outlined in black. The camera pans behind him to catch a "DS" logo in the shape of the DC Comics emblem at the back of his tights. Also noticeable is a sleeveless t-shirt that bears the logo of the Wrestling Clinic; Tod James Stuart's wrestling school. "I'm being handed the specifics," says Ben. "That mountain of a human being stands at six feet, seven inches. He tips the scales at a staggering 285 lbs. Like the shirt says, he trained at the Wrestling Clinic up in Toronto, under Tod James Stuart himself. He's been noted as being his fastest rising pupil so far, which in turn makes Stuart's decision to call him up not that surprising." Looking at Daniel's demeanor, you'd never know that this was his debut. Sending long approving looks at the raucous Philly crowd, Daniel psyches himself up with a loud grunt as he power-walks up the ring steps. Wiping his feet on the apron, he crosses the ropes while drilling holes into his first official opponent. Meanwhile, Chance Silver remains stoic in the face of the giant odds that he's meeting for now for the first time... "The SWF has seen its share of big men in the past, but I'm pretty confident this Daniel Smith will make a more than suitable addition to the roster." states Stevens. Once Smith is free of his t-shirt, referee Nick Soapdish orders the bell to be rung. With regained confidence, Chance Silver is once again preaching his beliefs mere inches in front of his opponent, going as far as planting an accusing finger in his chest. After a few seconds of working himself into a religious frenzy, Silver lets off with a mighty SLAP that connects with Smith's face, drawing several Ooh's and You-Are-Fucked from the crowd. Silver tries to snuff the rapidly rising fire in Smith's eyes by quickly connecting with a go-behind into a waistlock on his larger opponent. He tries to lift him up into a rear waistlock takedown, but Smith's feet remain firmly planted. Making full use of his strength advantage, Smith grabs hold of both of Silver's wrists and effortlessly manages to pry his hands apart! Silver can only look on in shock as Smith holds onto the right wrist only, spins Silver around and flattens him with a massive short-arm clothesline! Silver is knocked down and already loopy, but soon finds it within himself to get back up to his feet. Daniel Smith doesn't have that kind of time to wait, as he grabs Silver by the back of the neck as soon as he got to one knee, and muscles him the rest of the way up. Rearing back, he unloads on Silver with a series of five or six hard forearm shots that serve to further wear down his opponent. He follows it up with another set of strikes, this time a series of palm thrusts to the chest that serve to stagger Silver back into a corner. Once there, Smith doesn't let up. He turns around as if to have his back to his opponent, and then unleashes a vicious series of elbow strikes to Silver's head, alternating between left and right! "Look at those elbows!" utters Ben Hardy. "We're in the opening minutes of this contest and Daniel Smith is already turning Chance Silver's head into mashed taters!" After elbow #7, referee Nick Soapdish has fired up the five count and warns Daniel to break out of the corner. The brief respite only allows Silver to slump to a seated position in the corner. After hearing out Soapy's warning, Smith notices Silver's situation. He charges without mercy towards the corner and connects with a solid knee strike to the head! "I'm looking at my notes here, Mark." says Ben. "That whole sequence we just saw with the elbows and the knee, get this; he calls it 'Me Hitting You'. Imagine that!" "It's basic, it's simple and it gets the message across." states Stevens. "I don't think the rest of the roster should be looking forward to experience that." Lifting his hapless opponent back up to his feet, Daniel Smith grabs hold of Silver's wrist and sends him on a decisive Irish whip run to the opposite corner, landing hard back first. Two seconds later, Smith is charging after him and connects with another heavy corner clothesline! Further adding to his combo, Smith grabs Silver's arm once again and yanks him into another short-arm clothesline. He tops the whole thing off by almost caving his chest in with a massive elbow drop. He maintains the lateral press for the first pin cover of the match. "One!" "Two!" "Th-No!!" "That sequence, he calls it the 'Domi Special'! Named of course after Tie Domi, a Torontonian known for some roughhousing of his own." says Ben. "Pretty fitting, too, because Dan Smith is just tossing Chance Silver around like a ragdoll!" replies Stevens. But he hasn't said his last word tonight as he rolls the shoulder up!" Smith has Silver up to his feet again and backed into another corner. Pushing Silver's face backwards, Smith raises his massive paw and lets loose with a loud overhand chop that the Philly faithful meet with an approving hoot. Upon request of the crowd, Smith lets loose with a second overhand chop! Silver really wants to collapse to the ground and hold his stinging chest, but the might of Smith is holding him prisoner to his vertical doom. He sets him up for another Irish whip, and successfully sends him on another forced trip to the opposite corner. Smith dashes forward for another crushing corner charge, but he's suddenly met with a pair of boots to the face! "There's still some life in The Paladin!" declares Ben. "As he gets the feet up and starts unloading with massive right hands!" Silver tries to capitalize by staggering the big man with a series of roundhouse rights to the head. He sets up Smith for an Irish whip to the ropes, surprisingly managing to send his larger opponent on the intended run. Silver bends down for an attempt at a back body drop, but he's met with a nasty kick to the shoulder that'll stop any momentum. With Smith's right hand ready, he traps Silver in the dreaded goozle. "He's going for what he calls the Miracle On Yonge Street!" says Ben, working off his notes once again. "Which is your standard chokeslam, but he adds that extra bit of pressure by falling with all of his weight into a seated position. If he hits this, it'll be over for sure!" "Not quite, Silver's still got some left in him!" says Stevens. Silver is frantically firing forearms blows to Smith's chest in order to prevent the move. But he might as well have been throwing forearms against concrete as Smith stops his momentum once again with a heavy knee lift to the midsection. He neutralizes Silver with a double underhook and then effortlessly lifts him up with an overhead suplex, and forcefully drops him down, converting the move into a modified powerbomb! "That's shades of Scott Steiner, right there." observes Mark Stevens. "Another athlete who was known to throw people around back in the day." "Quite right indeed, as Daniel Smith is actually a huge fan of Scott Steiner's work circa 1991 to 1993. Word is, he was even practicing on a version of that leaping headscissors takedown back at the Wrestling Clinic in Toronto." replies Ben Hardy. "That'll be the day when a near-300 pounder busts out the Frankensteiner..." With Silver contorting in pain on the mat, Smith raises to his full frame and addresses his opponent with a quick throat slash. "You're dooooone!" bellows the deep-voiced Canadian. As Smith has Silver's carcass in his hands, he runs his opponent's near arm through his own legs and hooks the near arm, the recognized position of the pumphandle. He lifts Silver up on his shoulder, and with no wasted motion, forcefully drives the back of his head and upper back to the mat. "Daniel Smith looks to finish Chance Silver and that could be it right there!" states Ben. "If I'm not mistaken, that's the Spirit Breaker! That move led Tod deKindes, now Tod James Stuart, to many victories against some top quality opponents here in the SWF. The move is effective enough on its own, just imagine having it done to you by a guy like Dan Smith!" "The cover!" Smith hooks the leg, and holds down Silver's head with his free forearm for good measure. Nick Soapdish swoops into position. "One!" "Two!" "Three!!" The bell rings. The victorious theme song begins. The cynical crowd cheers. The unworthy woe has been thoroughly vanquished. The announcer makes it official. "The winner of this contest; is Daaaanieeeellll - Smiiiiith!!" "An impressive debut for Daniel Smith, as he handles the onslaught of Chance Silver and disposes of him in short order!" says Ben Hardy. "Silver did what he could, but he just couldn't get enough offense going against the big guy. I'm looking forward now to seeing what kind of team he'll make with Tod James Stuart." replies Stevens. "Just a reminder, Tuesday April the 29th is the date for the next big-time event as SWF presents Hell Freezes Over! Alexander vs Luchador for the title! Annie and Taiga go at it once again! And that man in the ring teams up with his trainer Tod James Stuart to take on Fleihr and Andersen of the Norsemen! That and more, we'll see you there! Good night, everybody!" SWF © Fade. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
The Ill One 0 Report post Posted April 20, 2008 Nice lil' preview, "me hitting you" may be one of my new favorite names ever. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
