Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The fight is over!
Give her the lovin' cup, Essie.
You know how I done that, boy?
Oh, how are you?
There goes the father!
Oh, hey, Miss Rebecca.
And I'm with my sick mama and my crippled daddy.
Hail to the champ!
Okay, come on, Jerry.
This check won't be any good.
Grappling grin.
Are you hurt?
Get up from there, Jekyll!
Maybe you'd best hang on to your cane.
Not anymore.
Don't tell me she believes that story about you wrestling just to pay off the mortgage?
Let's do it for them.
My mama's sick, and my daddy's crippled.
She wants to talk to me about the mortgage on Donnybrook Farm.
You ain't, huh?
Bring it on!
Youngins?
Exactly.
That's what I get for taking a topless waitress and giving her a chance to become an actress.
Our fight promoter Gene Booth certainly looks happy.
Of course not.
Well, it... $10,000.
This is a tag team match.
That's the way I want it.
Just room and board, same as the rest of us.
It's too bad there wasn't room for your name.
We have work to do at the office.
Let's go.