Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can whip him?

Are you kidding?

Tell you what, to help you buy a new churn, I'll make that $20.

So now that makes you the champion lady wrestler.

It had to be a stuntman in drag.

Who's the fella bringing?

And remember, Mama, you're sick.

Actually, it's her manager who wants to see you.

Or he goes to jail.

It's an affair of honor.

That check is good.

This is a tag team match.

I don't reckon Ellie'd do a thing like that.

And now that it's over, I want to forget it.

Gatling Granny Strong Girl Rematch.

I want plenty of publicity.

This is Bill Baldwin speaking to you from ringside at the International Wrestling Arena, where tonight an overflow crowd is waiting to see the tag team match of the century

I put the possum ridge paralyzer on her, and then I give her the bug-tussle bounce.

Well, now, I don't want him in prison.

Tell me, does she make much of a salary?

You must have mighty pressing business if that don't keep you.

Thank you, sir.

Want us to jump in there and help?

I only done that because she was beating up on that poor little Tennessee girl, Rebecca of Donnybrook Farm.

Well, that's fine, but they ain't in no shape to wrassle.

Patriotic reasons?

Annie, we's hailing the champ, not the champ.