JAMES E. CORNETTE

Your Name:
FUZ

Name:
“General”
“The Louisville Lip”
"The Louisville Slugger"
“The Man of 1,000 Tennis Rackets”
“Leader of the Cult of Meat with Extra Cheese”
“Leader of the Cult of Cornette”

Your friend and mine…

MR. JAMES E. CORNETTE

Alignment (Heel/Face):
I couldn't give a French-fried-titty-fuck what you think about me. Unless you’re the one signing my checks, it’s none of your business.

Auto Booking Opt-In (Yes or No):
NO.

Auto Segments Opt-In (Yes or No):
YES.


Brief backstory / Description of character:
You people, you know who I am. But you don't know why I'm here.

Wouldn’t you know who won the pony, Mrs. Foley’s baby boy, Mick, has finally been put in charge of his very own wrestling promotion.

Mick is a nice enough guy, don’t get me wrong, but he couldn’t book Lassie at a pet shop. I think a few of those chair shots he took to the head stuck. If it was raining soup, he’d be outside waiting with a fork.

If you don’t know who I am, I am James E. Cornette.

My friends call me Jim. And I don’t have very many of them.

I have been an agent, booker, author, podcaster, color commentator, manager, promoter, trainer, and occasional professional wrestler. I’ve lived more years in this business than I have out. I’m not saying I’m better than you, but I’m saying I know better than you. And that's exactly why WLCW has brought me in.

You might not think I’m right, but I dare you to say I’m wrong.

And let me tell you something, I don’t leave my house and hop on a plane for anything less than every penny the WLCW has got to spare. So if you see my ass on your television, you better know I’m there and I mean business!

I know, you are all confused. You don’t know whether to wind your ass or scratch your watch… I’ve seen it before. Hell, I have seen everything before. And soon, you’ll see why the WLCW brought me here.

Meat, cheese, meat, cheese, meat, cheese, bacon, sauce.

Thank you.
Fuck you.
BYE.