Post by Bret "Hitman" Hart on Dec 9, 2013 0:26:05 GMT -6
After events of the night, a discontented bret hart enters into his locker room.
His manager Jimmy hart is there, reading wwf magazine, with headphones connected to a tape player next to him..
Jimmy : Keep on dancing and a prancing.....Keep on dancing and a prancing..
Bret hart picks up a hockey stick from his favorite team that he brings along to events as reminder of home.
Bret : That hairy transvestite michaels, made me look like a fool!!.
He swipes at some, drink bottles scattering them, then Whacking it down across the table with a impact, that ends up knocking off, the megaphone to the floor, which startles Jimmy, he drops the magazine and takes the headphones off.
Jimmy : My megaphone!...take it easy, daddy o
Bret : But he's right..Damn it!
He's right....
If i can't, get carry on with it... should i even be here.
Jimmy : Thats crazy talk hitman.
Bret places the hockey stick against the table
he breathes heavy trying to calm down.
He puts his hands on the table and slightly slumps his head.
Bret : Am I the best, jimmy?
Jimmy : Of course you are hitman..Is, was and will be.
Bret : Sure don't feel like it..
Jimmy stands up from his seat, bret looks at him.
Jimmy : You gotta stop wearing, your heart on your sleeve, so much bret.
You have to snap out of this, or the sharks will eat you up, You know shawn was trying to get under your skin, mind games.
Bret : Well it worked...
But my mind's already been playing tricks with me.
It's all been since, that first night on raw.
Bret walked over to his clothes that are on hangers,as he spoke, he begins to run his hand, over the leather on his, black and pink jacket.
Bret :
It's that undertaker... He took something from me in that match..
Somethings not right, since then i've been clouded with strange emotions of doubt, that i never had before.
I dont have the same drive and self assurance that i usually had.
Jimmy : Your just in a rough patch, we can get through it.
Hit the gym, even better, have a night on the town, you hav'nt seen owen or davey boy in awhile, I know a great rock joint in the area.
Bret stares at jimmy with a cold unsettling stare.
Bret : No jimmy....A night on the town can't fix this...
I think, Taker did something with my soul....
Jimmy raises his eyebrows as he whips off his sunglasses.
Jimmy : What are you talking about? That voodoo stuff?
You can't be serious..
Bret : Serious as a heart attack Jimmy, as a heart attack.
I need that urn jimmy, its the key to all this, It has to be.
Bret runs his fingers through his hair, as he looks up in frustration.
Jimmy puts his fingers to his chin and strokes his beard in thought.
Segment end
His manager Jimmy hart is there, reading wwf magazine, with headphones connected to a tape player next to him..
Jimmy : Keep on dancing and a prancing.....Keep on dancing and a prancing..
Bret hart picks up a hockey stick from his favorite team that he brings along to events as reminder of home.
Bret : That hairy transvestite michaels, made me look like a fool!!.
He swipes at some, drink bottles scattering them, then Whacking it down across the table with a impact, that ends up knocking off, the megaphone to the floor, which startles Jimmy, he drops the magazine and takes the headphones off.
Jimmy : My megaphone!...take it easy, daddy o
Bret : But he's right..Damn it!
He's right....
If i can't, get carry on with it... should i even be here.
Jimmy : Thats crazy talk hitman.
Bret places the hockey stick against the table
he breathes heavy trying to calm down.
He puts his hands on the table and slightly slumps his head.
Bret : Am I the best, jimmy?
Jimmy : Of course you are hitman..Is, was and will be.
Bret : Sure don't feel like it..
Jimmy stands up from his seat, bret looks at him.
Jimmy : You gotta stop wearing, your heart on your sleeve, so much bret.
You have to snap out of this, or the sharks will eat you up, You know shawn was trying to get under your skin, mind games.
Bret : Well it worked...
But my mind's already been playing tricks with me.
It's all been since, that first night on raw.
Bret walked over to his clothes that are on hangers,as he spoke, he begins to run his hand, over the leather on his, black and pink jacket.
Bret :
It's that undertaker... He took something from me in that match..
Somethings not right, since then i've been clouded with strange emotions of doubt, that i never had before.
I dont have the same drive and self assurance that i usually had.
Jimmy : Your just in a rough patch, we can get through it.
Hit the gym, even better, have a night on the town, you hav'nt seen owen or davey boy in awhile, I know a great rock joint in the area.
Bret stares at jimmy with a cold unsettling stare.
Bret : No jimmy....A night on the town can't fix this...
I think, Taker did something with my soul....
Jimmy raises his eyebrows as he whips off his sunglasses.
Jimmy : What are you talking about? That voodoo stuff?
You can't be serious..
Bret : Serious as a heart attack Jimmy, as a heart attack.
I need that urn jimmy, its the key to all this, It has to be.
Bret runs his fingers through his hair, as he looks up in frustration.
Jimmy puts his fingers to his chin and strokes his beard in thought.
Segment end
