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 too drunk to hold his own, but when the wasted 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 bottle of champagne while Marko crows is drunken revelry.
