www.lukeisback.com reports: “Jenna spends a page in her book attacking Teri [Weigel] and her husband Muril. I hear Teri is not happy and claims that Jenna’s attacks are not true.”
Gene sez: But wouldn’t you love to know what was actually written that apparently got Teri in a tizzy?
On page 467 of her book, Jenna writes the following: “On my second night there [a bikini bar in Columbus, Ohio], the club owner brought a friend of his in to dance. Her name was Teri Weigel and she was famous largely because she was the only Playboy Playmate ever to do adult movies. And that was fine and dandy, but here she was doing a guest show during my week.
She had been feature dancing for years and had thousands of dollars in lights, her own PA system, and a jungle gym of stage props to pose and dance on. It was a great show I’ll admit.
Afterward, while I was performing my rinky-dink Feminator number, she had the nerve to pose for Polaroids. I watched helplessly from the stage as my customers handed her fistfuls of bills. The whole point of waiting so long to tour was to sell out and rake in the cash. I walked over to her afterward and the first words out of her mouth were, “Who in the hell are you?”
That’s when it got ugly.
“I’m the girl whose show this is,” I said. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Making money,” she said. “Same as you. If you can’t compete…”
“Compete?” I blew what was left of my cool. “Whose name is that on the marquee? What could have possibly gone through your mind to make you do something like this? Put the shoe on the other foot: How would you feel if you were brand-new on the dance circuit and some legendary dancer chick came in and took your fucking money?”
She began to stammer something that sounded like an apology. I looked at her body and complexion; she seemed to have fallen on hard times. But I wasn’t going to pay for her mistakes.
“Pack your fucking shit,” I told her, “and get the fuck out of my club.”
And so Teri and her loser suitcase pimp left. Next I had it out with the club owner, and finally my agent.
“If this ever happens again,” I screamed at him over the phone, “I will personally come down there and cut your fucking throat.”