Wendy Williams Starts Own Production Company & Links With Oxygen



Talk show host, Wendy Williams, and her manager/hubby Kevin Hunter have started a new production company called Wendy Williams Productions. The focus of the company will be on development and production of reality, game and talk shows for the cable and broadcast markets. Oxygen Media will be the first addition to the company. See more details inside. 

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The partner in the new company will be, Lionsgate-owned, Debmar-Mercury, which is the producer and distributor of The Wendy Williams Show. Williams will be the executive producer of the projects developed in the company and may also even have an on-camera role.  Producer, Lisa Knapp, SVP Development says,

“This is a dream come true. As anyone who watches my show knows, I am a huge fan of all reality and game shows, and know a thing or two about talk.”

Jill Ramsey, VP of Wendy Inc., negotiated the deal on behalf of Wendy and her hubby and she will be the VP of Wendy Williams Prods. She will oversee day-to-day operations.

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Oxygen Media is the first to sign with Wendy Williams Production. She will be an executive producer on Oxygen’s new in-development project Secret Celebrity, which is part of the network’s plan to expand its schedule of original programming from two to three nights a week. Wendy will also be a guest judge on the modeling competition series The Face, premiering February 12.

Source: Deadline




10 responses to “Wendy Williams Starts Own Production Company & Links With Oxygen”

  1. OHMY says:

    Congradulations Wendy Williams you is getting that paper , I aint mad at you keep up on the good work… Wish you nothing but succcess my freind in my HEAD.

  2. Rufus Calvin Henderson says:

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    I start to remember how my oldest sister never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself. The thought of my oldest sister is always with me. What I remember most about her was her faith in God and that she never gave up on me, even in the worst of times. There was a time in my life when I was badly under the influence of alcohol. She knew that I hid my alcohol all throughout the house. She never busted or told on me, she just prayed for me. There was times when only tears could tell what words cannot say. She would look at me crying and then start to cry her saying to me, “boy, you better learn how to pray!” I remember lying in the bed one night thinking about my sister as I slowly began to open my eyes. There I was shaking as I sat up, on top of the covers in my bed. Back and forth my body swayed as the tears flowed like the rain from summers past. I remember my sister’s death like it was yesterday. The pain of letting a love one goes. In the time of their death can be tremendous. Even Jesus wept when they led Him to the place where Lazarus was buried. I remember shedding tears and often being told it was not manly for a man to cry. Jesus wept, so who am I, that I can’t shed a tear. Deeply, I felt my mind entangling with the regret that was reminder of how much I loved her. Emotionally, I remember how she loved me like her own child, as I was her only brother. As I grow up, I saw the pain she went through as a woman. It was too much to bear but my sister believed in Jesus when I did not. I remember hearing praying in the room. Sometimes I would quietly open the door while seeing her crying and praying while lying on the bed. There I am shedding tears, like being sensitive through verbal expressions of how I felt. Peace overcomes me when I remember how much she loved our family. Even when all seems lost, she had always had hoped that God would make a way out of no way. Truly, her belief and faith until this day gives me hope. My tears won’t last forever. As I started to breathe heavy, the thought of my sister is on my mind as I remember all the pain she went through in dealing with an abusive husband. I was young and could not really do anything. I was scared to tell my mother for fear he would be furious and beat her more. I remember walking to my sister’s house. I was sweaty, musky, and out of breathe and it seemed like an eternity. As I had gotten close to one of my sister’s neighbor’s house, she was standing on the porch. As I walked up the older woman she said to me, “Rufus You might not want to go in there right now.” I asked her why not. A look of worry came on her face. She said to me, “You really don’t know, do you?” She did not want to tell me my sister was being beat very badly by a drunk. I remember being at the house when I was younger, but never understanding why she would be crying. Hiding bruises and cut lips, she would sometimes lock the bathroom door just so I would not see how much pain she was in. I was real young then and it is funny how things change. Now I am eighteen and at my age have done more than most. Yet, it is what it is. I kept walking until I reached the house. It was quiet, too quiet! Then it happen, I heard loud noises! I ran to the back of the house, I kept yelling for my sister to open the door. The yelling, screaming, and the crashing from the inside they had got louder. By that time I was beating on the door. In a rage I cried out, “Please let me in! Let me in, damn it!” Then for some reason I stopped, I never knew what prayer really was, only through my mother who was a preacher. She made me pray all the time, I never knew why; I only did what I was told to do. But at that moment, I knew…even with all the screaming inside the house, I began to pray. I started like taking and then it went to shouting. All of a sudden it got quiet, real quiet, but a calm like quiet. The door slowly opens and I heard noises. I walked into the house and there was a bat lying on the floor next to the bed. I saw my sister lying on the floor. I said to her, Where is he?” She replied that he left out the back. As I looked at her, I was shocked and hurt. My sister‘s face looked so battered; eyes were blood shot red from where she was hit hard by a fist. I just stood there saddened. I embrace her as I sat on the floor with my sister. She was breathing heavy, her lips were bloody, a cut was under her eye, and a knot was on her head. I asked her if she wanted me to call mother. She waited and then said no. I asked her, “How can you love someone that hit you all the time?” She started to cry and said to me, “brother, I love him.” I said to her in a loud voice, “love!” What’s love got to do with this? Love does not hit you back. You are my sister and I love you so much. A man who hits a woman is less than a dog. In an encouraging voice, I told to not settle for less and to not fear. You are blessed by the best! A man should always love his mate unconditionally. You should never fear going home or being alone with someone that says they love you. I told her again to never settle for less. I helped my sister up and she cleaned herself. I asked her;” didn’t you hear my calling for you, sis!” She looked back at me, eyes full of tears and then she said to me, “you are my little brother. I love you more than myself. I was scare he might hurt you.” Then I said to my sister, “Don’t tell me you love him?” She smiled at me, blood still dripping from her head. She looked down at me and said in a low voice, I do. I got quiet as my heart saddened. I turned away from her as I started to walk out the door. Paused with my hands on my hips, I said to her, “then when will love start to love you back?” I turned around, swallow hard to choke back a sob. After everything was over, she promised me that she would put him out. I stayed around just in case. My sister went into the other room and at that time there was a knock on the door. She said to me, “Rufus get that please.” Then I heard in a loud voice, baby, open the door. You know I love you. Hum, I smiled with a bat in my hand. My sister was in the other room so I told her,” I got this!” Hesitantly, I open the door. He was shocked when he saw me with the big heavy bat. He yelled at me to tell your sister to come here. I looked at him like he was crazy. I said to him,” you better check that tone.” Why you are standing at this door? He tried to walk right by me. I swung the bat at his head. He duck and hit the floor hard. I stood over him, mad as hell! He yelled at me, “Damn, you’re crazy like your sister!” I supposed so, I said to him as the bat I had in my hand got closer to his face. Sweat was dripping down his face, he had the shivers and his heart was beating fast. My sister walked into the room and said to me, “I quests you guys met.” He started to say something and as I raise the bat, I told him to “shut up.” She looked down at him and said you have beaten me, cussed me, and treated me like dirt, but I still forgave you every time. There is a point I cannot cross. My brother uses to be you, drinking all the time trying to forget. Even in his wrong, God had favor in him. He realizes who God was. I wanted to believe in you. You just don’t believe in yourself. I don’t have time to babysit a grown man that acts like a little boy. My sister told me let him up. “You see back in the day, my brother would have tried to hurt you and almost kill you for laying a finger on me, but he is not the bad guy anymore. Lucky for you,” she said to him. I’m hoping God change your heart until then, I am sorry to say, get the hell out of my house. As he opened the door and began to walk out, he started to say something but realize he was wrong. Then quickly he stopped and turned his back if my sister was going to change her mind. Then he saw that I still had the bat in my hand, so he just left and never looked back after that. It is funny how some people mistake love for just being there. I asked my sister if she was going to be alright, once everything was over. She looked at me and said, “By the grace of God, yes!” She told me,” I will never in my black life settler for less again,” as she looked at me and laughed.

  3. Shanee' Arceneaux says:

    Congrats Wendy!!! If you are looking for your first big reality show, check this out…

    Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3k86yH1H6I

    Would love to speak with you about this and other amazing shows that would fit you! ; )

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