Fighting Spirit

I write a monthly column for Fighting Spirit Magazine, the United Kingdom's largest pro wrestling/MMA magazine, available on newstands across the UK. You can check out more about FSM at, but in the meantime here's an archive of my columns.


This month I begin my column with an exclamation of frustration--AAAARRRGHH! There, I've gotten some of it out of my system and I feel slightly better. You see, the topic of discussion here this month is one in which, to me, there are so many things wrong going on at one time that my brain cells are colliding over which one to rant about first. I guess I'd better just blurt the dreaded words out, and then stop and analyze point by point why I feel like heading for the belltower with a high powered weapon.


This month's column is a tough one for me. I've paced around for days trying to think exactly what to say, and how to say it. Then, I've paced around more waiting to write it. It's not that I don't want to write about the two men that are the subjects--far from it, they were two of my favorite people in the world--it's just that the process of going back and describing those relationships is a hard one since both are gone.


Over the last few months, my column has centered on milestone anniversaries in our sport, relating specific incidents that happened on a particular date in history. Last month's, for example, detailed how OJ Simpson created Stone Cold Steve Austin, and that OJ still owes me $5,000.00. If that's not enough of a tease to make you search for a back issue or head to the internet, I don't know what is. This month's column, however, is more a remembrance of a season, a time of the year when some of the biggest wrestling events were held, that sadly, much like so many other time-honored traditions in the grappling game, no longer exists.


Over the past few months, my column has centered on anniversaries of events both famous and infamous, memories bright and bittersweet of moments in the sport of wrestling that will never be forgotten. This month, I look back on the anniversary of an event that is considered infamous indeed, but it's connection to, and impact upon, pro wrestling has never been talked about--except for when I grumble about it on the phone with someone--until NOW!


East Carondelet, Illinois is a small town of less than 500 residents on the Eastern bank of the Mississippi River. It's a sleepy community of a few local businesses and modest homes populated by blue collar workers, and it's located a stone's throw, yet a world away from metropolitan St. Louis, Missouri. With the river to it's west side and undeveloped land to it's north and south, the only road into town crosses a giant railroad yard, so if you try to enter town, as I did, at a certain time, East Carondelet is literally on the wrong side of the tracks, and all there is to do is wait the train out before you can cross into the city limits.


Last month, I addressed the annual Spring ritual known as Wrestlemania, which makes the month of April the biggest of the year for fans of wrestling and/or sports entertainment. The month of May, however, brings milestone anniversaries of two more major occurrences in the history of wrestling, one majestic, the other tragic. Incredibly enough, they took place on the only two pay-per-view events in a nearly fifteen year period that I watched live as they happened from home, like a regular fan.


Recently, our erstwhile editor sent me his massive monthly missive proferring a plethora of tantalizing topics for me to expound upon in my borderline mystical way. At the keyboard, indecision gripped me as I struggled with selecting a subject, until the perfect panacea for incurable indecisiveness presented itself--go with the obvious!


The recent announcement of the WWE Network and accompanying move away from Pay-Per-View as a primary revenue stream for the world's biggest wrestling promotion caused a lot of talk, a lot of speculation, and as usual, led to the WWE making a metric shite-ton of money in the stock market and provided an accompanying boot to the nearly-immobile horse that is the rest of the pro wrestling industry.


It's January, the time when every wrestling fan's fancies turn to the Royal Rumble, wrestling guru Pat Patterson's genius twist to the age old concept of the wrestling Battle Royal. The Royal Rumble has become, over it's two-decade plus existence, one of the two or three biggest WWE events of the year, as well as the event that sets the table for Wrestlemania, which is undoubtedly the biggest "sports entertainment" event in the world every year, and one of the biggest pay-per-view attractions of any type.


It's been just over a month since the Earth-shattering news broke around the world that I, Jim Cornette, would be making my first-ever appearance in the United Kingdom in February 2014 when Wrestletalk TV presents the Jim Cornette Experience LIVE. This caused a stir amongst my worldwide fans and Twitter followers (@TheJimCornette for those so inclined), but an absolute uproar from personal friends and associates who know me well. Why? Because, believe it or not, after over 30 years in professional wrestling working for every major company both as a talent and behind the scenes, this trip will be the first time I have EVER appeared live outside the continental United States and Canada--not just in the UK, but ANYWHERE.