Scott Bowden presents Kentucky Fried Rasslin

As far as interesting characters and coherent concepts go, this is a notch below porn.

Ah, if only Missy Hyatt’s bed could talk–the stories it would tell. Probably for the best that it can’t: That bottomless pit of tales of depravity would, much like Hyatt, likely never shut up.

I can’t imagine whom in the world this could possibly interest, but Missy Hyatt recently hosted a “pajama party” with Amy Lee (who makes TNA’s ODP look like Megan Fox), and Lacey Von Erich (hey, she can sink her Claw into me any time…ZING!) and lucky for us, the Kayfabe Commentaries cameras were there.

They shimmy, they shake their boobies, they have an orgasm-faking competition, and they prank call the Honky Tonk Man. Apparently, Lee loves saying the word “quiff” for shock value as much I did when I was a junior in high school. (Which, incidentally, was around the last time that Hyatt was actually sexy.) And those are the highlights. Just when you think it can’t get any worse…New Jack crashes the party. I’m not sure what Lee’s connection to the business is or why she was invited to the “sleepover,” but she reminds me an obnoxious arena rat in Memphis who used to let the boys use her car, her house and namely, her, in exchange for sex. I believe Ricky Morton used to refer to these transactions as “paying the rent.” (Oh, but Ricky, what a price to pay, my friend.)

Run, don’t walk, away from this DVD. (Instead of wasting your time with those trollops, check out the excellent Mildred Burke bio, The Queen of the Ring. It’s a hell of a read.)

Missy Hyatt, former valet/wife of the late “Hot Stuff” Eddie Gilbert, recently launched missyhyatt.net, a site that certainly won’t be confused with family-friendly wwe.com. (And you thought recent photos of Madonna were creepy–sheesh. It appears as if Missy has carved up her face and body more than Abdullah the Butcher.) Featuring more than “11,000 photos” of the mid-’80s/early ’90s star Hyatt as well as Tammy Sytch (Sunny), Francine and Kristi Myst (who, incidentally, is NOT Kristi the ex-girlfriend I mentioned in my “Hometown Heel” piece) and others, the site is “only $9.99 or less” a month for membership, which includes:

Access to over 300 videos of Missy Hyatt and her friends – watch online or downloadLive weekly webcam chats with Missy

Missy’s interactive message board which she frequently posts on

And much, much more!

Site is updated weekly with at least 4 sets of photos and at least one video

Missy is perhaps best known for the “real-life” (and I use that term loosely in the wrestling busienss) drama that unfolded in 1987, shortly after she got into the business as the valet of her boyfriend, “Hollywood” John Tatum. After moving on to the UWF from World Class, Hyatt was sleeping with Gilbert behind Tatum’s back, which led to a heated off- and on-screen breakup. By the time they were married in ’88, Gilbert and Hyatt had one of the hottest acts in wrestling, with Missy’s whiny, spoiled-brat persona perfectly complementing the “Hot Stuff” gimmick. The couple divorced in 1989.

While her physical, um, presence, was striking in the ’80s, Hyatt never developed into a consistently engaging personality. Despite several opportunities, including the infamous (i.e., so awful they never aired) “Missy’s Manor” segments that Vince McMahon quickly pulled the plug on in 1987, Hyatt was never a strong interview. Of course, that didn’t stop WCW from using her both as TV host and commentator in the early ’90s, which ended in a sexual harassment suit filed by Hyatt after Eric Bischoff allegedly allowed a photo of one her tits popping out to be displayed in WCW’s corporate offices. For more on that tit—and the other one—as well as her ass and everything else Missy, check out missyhyatt.net.