Worley: And making his entrance, now to the ring, standing at five foot, and ten inches. Weighting at a mere two hundred and two pounds, SSIIIMMMPPPLLLLEEEE UNNBEATABLE, TOBY VEEEE!
Vee takes a running stride to the ring, and slides in under the ropes. Soonly, Anarchy rushes forward, and begins to rush him, the bell is rung. And it seems, that he is beating down Vee.
Star: Here we go now, it doesn't look like Anarchy is taking too much time, he's ready to dominate, and put this one under his belt.
Wells: Appears that way. And a splendid job so far.
Vee is took into a snap suplex, and brought down hard. He rubs his back, and tries to recover from the hit, when Anarchy sends a boot hard into his chest, and ends his fist against the mat, applying his body weight down apon his shoulder.
Wells: OOOONNNEEE, TWWWWO, THR--
He is cut off, by the kick out of Toby Vee. He sends a blast over him, bringing his back down into the canvas. Getting to his feet, Vee rushed over to Anarchy, and was shot down, by the second bringing of the back side of his elbow, hitting across the side of his head, bringing out a small splash of blood, sending him to the ground, holding his head with one hand. A red film covered over Vee's face.
Star: He can't fight like that, that's a good wound he has there. I don't care who you are, one like that, you�re blind sided.
Vee staggers up to his feet, stumbling, moving his hands down by his sides, breathing heavily, with a demented look apon his banged up, bloodied face.
Wells: No, it's far from over. Vee is going to tear him apart.
Anarchy looks over him for a moment or so, smirking somewhat, and takes a step forward. Vee pushes his right hand forward, and plants it right apon his nose, somewhat bending it to the side. Vee then slams his shoulder into his gut, and suplexes him into a pin. At the break of two and a half, Anarchy rushes, and is caught into a quick chop to the ribs, and then converted into a snap mare.
Wells: Oh..good one there. It appears this match has turned around.
Vee stomps his boot down onto his forehead, causing abit of a somewhat crunching sound. He bounces from the side of the ropes, and lands an elbow drop apon his forehead.
Wells: Now it appears that Toby is attempting to cave his head in. And he looks pretty much successful.
He doesn't let up and almost jumps to his feet, placing his hand apon the head of the man down. And lifts him into a standing position. He brings his right fist into the man's head, and the sound of bare flesh bouncing from another, echoes from throughout the jammed back arena. He brings his fist back, and slams it hard back down into his face, bringing him down to the mat again. Standing, looking at the heap of clothes in the center of the ring, Vee smiles a rigid smile, and moves in slowly. Slight clinching at his fists.
Wells: He isn't done yet. He won't cease until this man is done.
Picking him up, Anarchy sends an elbow into his gut, when seems to merely phase him. Again he raises his boot, and sends it into Anarchy's shin, which brings him to one knee. He headbutts down, and he is apon the mat. Archy runs back, and brings his hands apon the turnbuckle, while Vee was being tended to by the Ref, and begins to remove the padding.
Star: He wouldn't, that dirty scum..
The ref signals for the match, but Vee shook his head, holding down his hands. The ref stood back, and nodded somewhat, and took a step back, allowing room. Vee got to his feet, and rushed to Anarchy, and instead of rushing into the metal, he rolled down, and grabbed apon Anarchy's knee, whipping him back, sending his head into the metal, bringing out his own blood shed, from behind his head. Vee doesn't let his advantage down, and he quickly pins, moving him only a foot or so from the ropes.
Start: OOOONE. TWWWWO. THREEE!
Vee pops up, and sends his arms into the air, hearing the count of the three, and jumps around.
Worley: Winner of this match. TOOOOOBBBBY VEEE!