When these two last met, Hoss was left laid out on the mats while Maniacal made a house call. Now that he knows what kind of quackery he's dealing with, Hoss is ready to deliver some medicine of his own. Armed with a few foreign objects and a bad attitude, he's ready to even the score.
Locking up, Hevy wastes no time firing off some knees to the Doctor's midsection. Pouncing on his back, Hoss loops his bandana around the Maniacal's neck. Stomping on the bigger man, Hoss hops up in the air to deliver some crushing elbows from on high. He rolls to the rope for relief, but Hoss traps his knee and twists.
Hoss pulls him up from the mat as he works his fingers into a pair of brass knuckles. Dr. Maniacal's eyes widen as they land square on his temple. Dazed, he doesn't even see the second shot coming. Flat on his back, Maniacal finds 290 lbs of Hevy beef careening down on top of him. Straddling the big man, Hoss hops up once again for another full weight slam!
Yanked up by his beard, Maniacal is led to the corner to absorb some punches. Hoss crosses the ring and returns with a lariat. Several more leave Dr. Maniacal bouncing across the mat. Grabbing at the bullrope he'd brought to the ring, Hoss hogties Maniacal's hands, then cinches it around his neck. Fading, then falling back to the mat.
Taking a seat on the mountainous Doctor, Hoss has a moment to admire his handiwork. There's still plenty more payback for him and his rope to dispense - and he's happy to get back to it. Splashes, stomps, and sleepers still await as the Doctor takes an express lane to urgent care!
