Episode 26 - Cornette & Bolin

**Note** - Jim Cornette joins the show as Co-Host for the entire episode, similar to his first appearance on Episode 4. Topics during Jim's appearance range from:

* The origins of his Yachting Cap look from Georgia Championship Wrestling All-Stars in 1983

* Mark Gastinau's boxing mishap with wrestler Derrick Dukes

* Jim's head being shaved with a Bic disposable razor in 1984 Mid-South Wrestling

and much more.

## Timestamps:

**0:05:22 - Superuniverse Top Ten**

* 10. Fake Stan Lane

* 9. Misnomer Chris Adams

* 8. Santo Gold

* 7. Yomamba the Jungle Savage

* 6. The Hangman (Bruce Pobanz)

* 5. Sue the Shooter

* 4. Rasslin' Glen Goza

* 3. Black Scorpion

* 2. Orgasmic Larry Nelson

* 1. Disappointed Lance Russell

* ***STILL* CHAMPION** - Marc Gullen (def. Denim Fritz)

**0:52:37 - Jim Cornette on Little John Harris**

**Cornette:** Well, that’s another reason why we fuckin’ quit, because the match at Texas
Stadium was Little John was in the corner to offset me against The Fantastics
in that fucked up Tag Title match. If you watch the match back on YouTube or
the Network or wherever the fuck it is, when you see the camera pan – if they
don’t edit it – the camera pans to us going to the back: I am cussin’, I am
hating that fucking match. I was so fucking mad that’s when I decided to quit
the territory. I didn’t actually – the boys waited for the fuckin’ cheques, but
I knew we had to get the fuck- they found this fucking clown in South Texas
somewhere, and Scott Casey, they gave him the task of trying to teach him
something or trying to see if they could teach him anything and Scott reported
back that at 7’6 legitimately, I think, and over 400 pounds – most of it in his
stomach – that his bench press was, like, 135. He had NO athlete of any kind,
didn’t know what the fuck he was doin’, but they wanted to do this angle where
the Fantastics had found him in South Africa – this is a Ken Mantell; fuckin’
explains it. He wasn’t even on drugs and he came up with that shit! He missed a
hell of an opportunity – he could have been fucked up on everything the boys
were doing and not done any worse than this shit. “They found him on a tour in
South Africa,” even though they hadn’t left town for more than 3 days in 6
months. He was their friend – Little John – and he wanted to get into wrestling
so they want to know if he could sit next to me at Texas Stadium to keep an eye
on me so I wouldn’t interfere. We’d finally decide who gets these held-up
belts, and of course that got me the opportunity to get in one of my favorite
lines of all time – “Little John sit next to me? Well, sure! Where is the wee
little fellow?” as I’m looking around, right? Then, of course, he comes in the
side door, and there’s this big fucking galoot in overalls and this ridiculous
straw-hat – this country bumpkin fuck with this giant goiter on his fuckin’
stomach. It looked like a football cut in half with clamp marks where they’d
done some kind of operation when he took his shirt off. We used to make Bobby
Eaton throw up ‘cause we’d say “When he does the belly bump to you, it’s gonna
pop all over you,” right? So here comes this fucker to the ring and he’s as
fucking big as all god damn Christmas, and I fuckin’ do the – and they replay
it in slo-mo going to the bump – with the big eyes and the shock and the heart
attack and the fall down, and it was fuckin’ hilarious, and that was the best
part of the fuckin’ angle.

When it came time for the fuckin’ match, they
gimmicked our match up. We have a chance to have a match in Texas Stadium in
front of 25,000 people with The Fantastics, but here are the rules: all 4 men
wrestling at the same time, it takes place in BOTH rings – ‘cause they got two
rings set up because the first year they had a fuckin’ match that needed a
stadium, and second year they needed a stadium that needed a match – so they
gimmicked it all up. 2 rings, all four guys at the same time, one referee in
each ring, and Cornette will sit next to Little John, who couldn’t say sooey if
the hogs had him when it came to wrestling. So, already – and no
disqualifications – they’re just gonna have a 4 man fight, and they actually
had – for those rules, if you go back and watch it – a very exciting fuckin’
match and fight, and it was going great, but Little John had to be involved in
the finish. The story was that all he had to do was slap Bobby Eaton’s leg and
distract him so Bobby could get rolled up where there was a pin in the other
ring, and one heel would be up on the pin and one babyface’d be up and both
referee’s count at the same time, but the babyface would get his in a count
beforehand. That’s what they wanted to do with a god damned guy who’s never
been in the fucking ring or a match before – who’s making his debut in Texas
Stadium in front of 25,000 people – and they figured “well you’re sitting next
to him; just tell him.” Alright. The match happens. He’s supposed to do it –
you can actually see me on a tape. I’m not screaming at him but I’m “Do it.
Slap his leg. Do it! Do it now!” (laughing) He’s standing there; he got lost.
He didn’t know what the fuck – Bobby’s waiting for his leg. Bobby then turns
around – the point is, because John didn’t do something that simple, we
actually won the match. The heel pin that Dennis had, the referee counted
first, so it PLAINLY – wasn’t even close – so the people saw us win the belts,
then the referee for no reason give the belts to the Fantastics, and then we
leave the ring – oh no! Here’s my big chance to really kill myself now that my
boys are buried, I’ll kill myself too: they wanted me to hit him with the
raquet and then have him not sell it and grab the racket and break it. I said
“he can’t break this racket.” “Well, gimmick it.” I said “Well, if I hit him,
then the god damn thing – it’ll break before it’s supposed to.” “Oh no! Oh no!
Just gimmick it a little bit and work hit him.” OK. Obviously those graphite
rackets, it wasn’t a metal one, but those graphite rackets were STIFF in those
days, and – so it’s gotta be so he can break it and at the same time – so I saw
it halfway through and it still feels pretty stiff to me, so I run up behind
him and I hit him like \*Poof\* - a horrible racket shot on the back – and the
racket top falls off like the top of a fuckin’ lollypop. He turns around and
looks and I go “Well, that fuckin’ figures,” and as I’m leaving the ring, I’m
fucking cussin’ and I said “Boys, we got to go.” It just – it was HORRIBLE.

**1:12:13 - Dr. Mike Lano "booking" Jim Cornette on a tour of Japan in the 1990's**

**Cornette**: He says “You should go and book that!” I’m like “What the fuck. Mike - # 1: I
just gotten off the road with this – I’m wrestling burnt, I’m working on
something else – but why would me, a white guy from Kentucky who speaks neither
Japanese nor Spanish, go to Japan to book a promotion featuring Lucha stars
that I have no knowledge of and can’t communicate with, and why would they want
me to do that?” “It’ll be great!” – he sounded like Trump, right? I said “Well,
nevertheless.” So, about – I don’t know, fuckin’ four weeks later, I get an
envelope in the mail from Shinma who was involved with it, right? In fuckin’
Japan. I open it and it says “Mr. Cornette – Thank you so much for your
communication-“ you know how the Japanese write – “and we’d be honored to have
you come see our show, our matches, or our tour-“ whatever. “Maybe you come
first tour and-“ and he’s pitching “Maybe you come first tour, we trans you,
and you come for free to see show and-“ they’re offering me to fly me over
there but not pay me because they’re probably, like, “What the fuck?! What
would he do?!” (laughing) But, obviously, fucking Lano – god damn lunatic that
he is, huffing the god damn Nitrous – had contacted them being me.

*- Jim on Dr. Mike Lano falsifying Jim's identity in sending a letter to Universal head Hisashi Shinma trying to get Jim to be the Booker for a new promotion*

**1:16:22 - Book of the Week**

**1:20:32 - Dennis of the Week (with an extended talk with guest Kenny Bolin)**

**Kenny:** When
he gets there, I think the first night there, he actually rents a limo, and I had
a former roommate of mine that had move to Nashville out of accident. He didn’t
know I was in Nashville, and I sure as hell didn’t know he was coming, but this
guy looked DEAD like Huey Lewis – you put glasses on him, and you couldn’t tell
the two apart. This blew Dennis away also. He meets the guy and says “My god –
sonofabitch does look like Huey Lewis! I was thinking of treating you and your
wife and little Chris to dinner – where’s your favorite place to eat?” and I
said “We love T.G.I. Fridays.” “Well, I’m gonna rent a limo, and we’re gonna
get Huey Lewis here, and we’re gonna get the VIP treatment and we’re gonna go
to T.G.I. Friday’s tonight.” So I want you to know he does rent the limo, and
there we go. We pull up – we’re all wearing suits and ties, which is hard to
get me in a suit and tie, if you guys have known me very long. So we pull up,
and we’re putting “Huey Lewis” over, and he’s eating this shit up, because he’s
just a struggling cookware salesman, barely paying his rent, and tonight, he’s
a fucking celebrity. So we pull up and me and Coralluzzo are front line
security. We’re getting everybody to step back, we’re making sure that the
table’s reserved, and we’ve called ahead and set up a table reserved for Mr.
Lewis (laughing). We never said his name was Huey. So when we get there, I said
“Is Mr. Lewis’ table available, please?” Yes it is.” So the limo gets out, and
then my wife and kid and a couple of others that are with us – I think Tony
Krahn and Jane Krahn that we worked for with the cookware company at that time
– and here me and Dennis are: we’re front line mafia security. This is exactly
what we look like, and Huey’s right in the middle of us. So we – George Moore
was his name – we’re walking in, and we’re pushing people back: anybody’s
getting close, we’re “please, please. No pictures. Please,” and most of the
people in there had no fucking clue that anybody named “Mr. Lewis” was coming
to eat there, but now: the buzz is going around the whole fucking place. They
all want to come and see “Mr. Lewis.” We get to our table – we’re off in a
secluded area. We get the Piss Boys to stand guard (laughing). They’re making
sure that no one comes down to bother us at our table. They hadn’t officially
become fully honorary Piss Boys yet – and you’ll know about that story in a
little bit but they’re on to become the Piss Boys – so they’re standing guard
and making sure nobody fucks with us, and now it’s time for us to leave. Now,
we have to make room and we like to never got out of that fucking place,
because everybody thought Huey Lewis was having dinner with us – and he could
take his glasses off and from a distance, if you was right up on him, you’d
have sworn this motherfucker was Huey Lewis – and he was a big deal back then;
we’re talkin’ 87-88. Probably about ’88 I guess.

*The Memphis convention was ’88.*

**Kenny:** ’88. You probably know better than I do – so ’88, and Huey Lewis was still a
reasonably a big deal back then. We’d like to never did get to our damn limo –
we almost ribbed ourselves – and Fridays was PISSED when they found out the
next day it wasn’t Huey Lewis, but they never knew ‘till then, and one of the
managers there knew me real well and he called me (laughing). He said “Why in
the hell didn’t you tell us?” and I said “It wasn’t Huey Lewis; we just fuckin
having some fun.” He was mad, because he said EVERYBODY in there bought it
hook, line, and sinker, and that was basically Coralluzzo’s idea. I sure as
shit wasn’t gonna rent a limo, and apparently he had some type of budget to be
able to get it. He got it, and I didn’t ask how.

**2:11:47 - Cornette's Commentaries: Jim Cornette watches The Patriot & Judo Joe Black**