When Marko staggers into Karn and Maverick’s game, rambling and fucking with their stuff, it’s only a matter of time and intensity before the masters have to teach the loudmouth lush a lesson.
“Who do you think you are? Come on, I’ll hold him, you punch him!” Maverick and Karn beat the tar outta Marko in what looks like just a regular Double Teamed bout, but not for long...
Marko’s feeling good, so when the wrestler produces some serious cash, Maverick is tempted to switch allegiances, double crossing his buddy Karn for some sweet, dirty money. Now Maverick is trapping a bewildered Karn in a Boston crab, leg locks, and threatening him with a glass bottle while Marko crows in revelry.
