Wrestling Ring Murder

Let's look on half a. Let me see a pound the mat and scream. Now go ahead and do it. Okay, Mr. Chase, how is this? Sound like Tarzan with a toothache. I'll practice that mic.

Yeah, sure. All right, both your wrestlers. Now get at it again. Okay. Okay. Okay. Hold it, you ma. Hold it. Yeah, Joe. Your partner, Chase, got that new restaurant with him in your office. Oh, thanks. Take a rest, you apes, and then we'll work out a little more.

All right. Stick around, Joe. I'll need you later. Oh, Henry. How you bill? Well, here he is. Oh, thank you, man. That's not a man. That's a mountain. He's never wrestled with anything but hey, but I think we can make a champion out of him.

His name is Tiny, of course. Oh, that's right. Will villain is Tiny Mount. Oh, that's cool. That's all right. How old are you, son? How old are you? Oh, about 22, I sure. I'm sure that in a little while you'll beat every map monkey in captivity even Stretcher Lewis. Oh he's a cinch to be bluets but Stretcher's manager isn't

gonna like it. You know John father Bill he'd do anything to stop someone spoiling his music. I guess that's right maybe we ought to stop him before he starts to stop us. Now meet Dick Palmer as Boston Blackie, enemy to those who make him and enemy friends to those who have no friend. Bill where did they hide the

house phones in this stupid hotel there around the corner from the desk I saw them when I got tiny his room come on Henry that kid better be in his room if he isn't we'll go up there and lock him in I think one of us better stick with them all the time we want this boy to stay clean he's clean as country air