Stewart "the Bombshell" Phelps

[The Arsenal]

Stewart "The Bombshell" Phelps
Handler: D. Edward Sauve

Tale of the Tape
Hometown: Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
Currently Wrestling out of: Same.
Height: 6'4
Weight: 317 lbs
Alignment (heel/face): Face

[The Arsenal]

He was the kid at school who was always angry for no reason, and it confused him as much as anyone else. Stewart is part Jamaican and part Irish, the son of two wealthy business people who made time to actually raise their son, he went to a good school, he had friends due to his happy, charismatic exterior... While bigots gave him plenty to be mad at when they either doubted or taunted his bi-racial heritage, more often than not there was simply a fuse that was all too short.

On his 17th birthday, Stewart Phelps wandered into the Underground Arena Wrestling School & Venue in Toronto, Ontario while visiting a friend and found himself impressed. Stewart dropped out and lied about his age so he could train as a wrestler full time. That lasted a week before owner Dave "The Bizz" Bizzel found out, got him back in school, and made him train weekends.

In wrestling, Stewart found a channel for his aggression and a focus for his considerable strength. His trainer was Roger York, AKA the Challenger. From Roger, Stewart not only learned to channel his formidable power, he also gained the keen yet brutal technical edge of a "strong" stylist. He sparred and became fast friends with Desolate, the "Silent Enigma".

Stewart worked house shows for the UA and Mississauga's Squared Circle until he decided to hitchhike North America, working any promotion he could as a one off to get experience against a variety of opponents. This gives him rather good "mat-sense" for early in his career. He met his girlfriend Lisa Dove, a Native American, doing a one off for the Juggalo Champion[bleep] Wrestling in Detroit, at age 20. He scraped together enough to rent a place in Missauga to hang his hat-- and then, Japan beckoned. Backed by his mentor Roger, Stewart hit the Japanese scene like... well, a guided missile. It was here that he latched onto his gimmick-- learning and perfecting every "bomb" variation in the book, and a few that merely referenced explosives. Combined with his undeniable charisma, drive to win and shocking (to some) technical side, Stewart set several small Japanese feds on fire.

In Tokyo, at Six Side Wrestling, Stewart met Halifax born Rumiko "Super Shooter" Takahama and Victoria's own Vitamin G. The three Canadians in a foreign land struck up a fast friendship, and gave it their all in an honorable, playful fued to be the "number one Cannuck in Japan" (it came out with G leading by ONE). Roo was, in fact, the one that suggested PM5K's "Bombshell" as Stewart's theme over Anybody Killa's "Bombs on You", and the two tagged often with a scarily natural ease. The three ended their stint and went to pursue different things after a drunken night of fun none of the three claim to remember-- though some witnesses claim G was the designated driver, and thus likely knows more than he lets on. While Stewart kept in touch with G, Rumiko and he grew distant, one of the few regrets he has.

Stewart's longest stint to date was in the Atlantic City based indy Universal Wrestling Syndicate (UWS) . One night, Stewart was working a dark match at the fed's Chump Marina home as a last second replacement for an injured Jack "The Man" Smith. Angelo "The Face" Brutto pointed him out to then fed head Tony G. Tony's gave him a short contract that payed the bills.

Stewart started off well with a few good matches, but captured the crowd with one defining moment. After hearing one too many complaints from members of the talent pool, Stewart gave his famous "Where's my blowjob" speech on talents that needlessly feuded with the people that run the show. Stripping off his until then trademark gunmetal tank top, Stewart put on a UWS EMPLOYEE t-shirt, with his own addition on the back-- "SYNDICATED AND PROUD!"

From that point on, Stewart was greeted with a call and answer chant of "boo-yah, bomb-shell! (mis-tah syn-di-cate!)" He formed the original version of "The Arsenal" with friends Annie Lee Fitzgerald and Linc "The Real American" Jefferson. He faced many an indy legend there-- Nicos "The Olympian" Adamopolous, "Hardcore Warrior" Rick Dare, and Hell's Own Bastard, Luccas "Two CC's, motherfucker!" Hellraiser. He went on to take the UWS IC title, and defend it at a "Thug Pit" match at his beloved UA in Toronto.

Sadly, after that last glorious match, the UWS' financial backing buckled as its US carrier tried to stop a Canadian broadcast deal. Stewart thought he'd be fine finding a job.

Tragedy struck. Lisa had been feeling a little tired for weeks, but nothing prepared Stewart for his beloved "Lease" lapsing into a coma while he settled into bed beside her. She never came out of it, and their baby was lost.

Stewart held himself together, and vowed to get back in the ring. The event did do away with his faith in anything higher, and he had a tattoo of the Dark Carnival's Sixth Joker removed from his back. He also was forced to shift his theme song, as his rights to "Bombshell" are tied up the the UWS meltdown.

Luckily, old friendships pay dividends. Des, now active in the biggest fed of all, has forwarded a highlight reel of his old friend to the Command Suite. Returning to Six Side, he finds Rumiko.. which is where our story begins, in the weeks leading up to Stewart's debut at Fierce's first show...

Stewart and Rumiko's drunken night of passion led to a son. The two are, luckily, very much in love.

Now at age 24, a new act in Phelp's life begins. Stewart has rededicated himself to the industry and sport he loves. Stewart made a name in UWS, and is still seen as embodying the positive side of the fed. He's still Mr. Syndicate, the Canadian Explosion, The Bombshell. He lights up the room with his grin, his bellowed baritone can be heard sans mic...

And when he says "BOO!", they say "YAH!"

Stewart buys reserved seats for his loyal fans (The Bomb Squad) at every event; where varies, but it should always be referenced during his entrance.

[The Arsenal]

Solid build all around. He's your prototypical mesomorph-- muscle just builds so easily for him. Rugged and hairy-- he looks like he'll stink to high heaven when he sweats; luckily, Stewart can and does use deodorant. His skin is just beginning to weather with age. Red hair. Green eyes. He looks tan for an Irish boy-- he gets that from his mom. A lot of people might snidely not that Stewart doesn't "look" bi-racial, but they say the some thing about Jennifer Beals.

His clothing tends toward causal but cool-- nice jeans, t-shirts, his UA leather jacket. No bling, besides his piercings-- short stud in his left ear and a tongue stud. Tattoos: right hand knuckles, PACI, left knuckles, FIST. Inside left forearm, "Lisa" and a later addition below it "MOMENTO MORI". That's the side she was usually on in bed. On his back, in simple black lower case, "challenged"-- identifying him as trained by York. Below that, empty skin with scant signs of laser tattoo removal.

[The Arsenal]

Powerhouse. Strong Tech element.

Strengths

1. MIS-Tah Syndicate. Stewart is just damned likable. As Jim "Jackknife" Palmer once said on UWS Conflict, "He Says Boo, they say Yah!" The crowd loves Stewart, and he constantly interacts with them. They'll even re-double cheering for a foe Stewart shows respect for!

2. "Was that supposed to hurt?" Bluntly, Stewart no sells. He just gives you a look when you punch him once, you have to wear him down a bit. He sits up. He's got great stamina. Stewart trained under a submission specialist and spared with one constantly, and is hard to tap out. That said, even Stewart crumples under a reverse DVD. Play it like the classic no seller, Taker--when he's hurt, he's HURT.

3. Veteran's Mat Sense. Stewart has that instinct. He dodges and counters with an easy grace, and is hard to pull in with psychology.

Weaknesses

1. I Can Take It. In the ring, he's a bit brash and not defensive enough. He relies on his ability to take blows too much.

2. The Demon inside. Phelps tries to control his temper, but on occasion, it resurfaces. When it does, people get hurt, and he gets DQed.

3. Grounded. Stewart is no aerialist. At best, he can do a Benoit style top rope head butt. The Sunset flip Bomb is ever out of reach. Sigh.

[The Arsenal]

Finishing Maneuver:
The Red Bombshell-- A sitout Thunder Fire/ Canadian Back Rack Powerbomb. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Powerbomb#Thunder_Fire_Powerbomb
Often preceded by Stewart "lighting the fuse"-- raising his fist in salute, then extending a thumb. From the standing headscissors, Stewart grabs hold around the opponent's upper torso or waist, and lifts him to rest on his back on top of one of Stewart's shoulders. Stewart then sits down with his legs spread, dropping his opponent between them. He bends forward while still holding his arms around the opponent's waist, pushing the poor slob down to a pinning predicament.

THE BOMBARDMENT: Often preceeded by Stewart waving three fingers (sometimes in a dazed foe's face, this triple power bomb, ending in a "last ride" style overdrive powerbomb is poetic power at its best.

Signature Moves (list 3-5):

Any powerbomb. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Powerbomb , save the Sunset Flip

THE CANADIAN EXPLOSION- an Exploder suplex.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suplex#Exploder_suplex

ATOMIC TEST SITES: Atomic Drop or reverse AD.

THE F-BOMB-- Electric Chair into an atomic drop.

DEFCAN 1: A bow-and-arrow hold. Stewart kneels on his opponent's back with both knees-- itself a painful thing to endure-- and hooks the head with one arm and the legs with the other. He then rolls back so that his opponent is suspended on his knees above him, facing up. Stewart pulls down with both arms while pushing up with the knees to bend the opponent's back.

LOCK DOWN: Katahajime (half-nelson choke/ tazzmission)

PACIFIST COMBO: After flashing his fist tats, Stewart launches into as many hand strikes (the sequence used varies) as the referee will let him get away with. Often done in rhythm to a "PAC-I-FIST" chant from the crowd, and is his big "momentum shift". In hardcore, he is know to employ a pair of custom brass knuckles with an echo of his tats molded in-- "Full Metal Pacifism".

[The Arsenal]

Voice: Here comes the

BOOM...

ANNOUNCER: Please welcome to the ring, from Misssassauga, On, Canada-- at 317 pounds, the Canadian Explosion, the Master of the Power Bomb-- STEWART "THE BOMBSHELL" PHELPS!

LOOK OUT!

As the Chemical Brother's remix of POD's BOOM! continues, Stewart "The Bombshell" Phelps emerges. Ring attire is a gunmetal tank top, black jean shorts to the knees. Sneakers with black, white accents. His trademark random "bomb blast" red pyro goes off, the chaotic spread creating accidental but cool patterns. Stewart grins, pumping his fist with each blast, and throwing his left fist overhead with the final blast, thumb extended.]

SMALL PART OF THE CROWD: BOOYAH, BOMBSHELL! (stomp, stomp, stomp-stomp-stomp)

Another part, in time to the stomps: MIS-tah SYN-di-CATE!

[Stewart breaks out in an even bigger grin. He strides toward the ring, stripping off his top and tossing into the crowd. He continues on, giving the crowd high fives and tens. He pulls himself up on the side of the ring, rolls in, sits up, then stands. Most of the Bomb Squad (Today, seated [whether the match writer puts them]) and other scattered fans give Stewart the "bomb" fist salute. Stewart accepts a microphone. ]

PHELPS: I have just one thing to say... (he drops the mic and bellows) IS THE BOMB SQUAD READY TO GO OFF IN [location]? BOO!

THE SQUAD: YAH!