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

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

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

And remember, Mama, you're sick.

It's an affair of honor.

Tell me, does she make much of a salary?

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

Who's the fella bringing?

Patriotic reasons?

So now that makes you the champion lady wrestler.

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

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

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

I want plenty of publicity.

It had to be a stuntman in drag.

Want us to jump in there and help?

Are you kidding?

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

You can whip him?

Thank you, sir.

This is a tag team match.

Gatling Granny Strong Girl Rematch.

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

Or he goes to jail.

That check is good.