N e x t M a t c h
Vs. B o o k e r T
E C E A c h e i e v e m e n t s
Intercontinental Champion(1x),Roleplayer of the Week(1x)
D e f e a t e d L i s t
Test,Christian,The Rock(x2),Randy Orton,Chris Jericho,Kurt Angle, Brock Lesnar.
R e c o r d
7 W i n s | 10 L o s s e s | 0 D r a w
D I S C L A I M E R
Okay. Understand this. I am not, nor will I ever be, Bret Hart. I am only the second best there is, the second best there was, and the second best there ever will be! Got it?

Anyway, this roleplay has been written by myself....enjoy the roleplay!

D I S C L A I ME R

 

[ - "The bruises are barely yellow now. But the scars on the inside of me still remain. Knowing that Vince McMahon, Vinnie Mac', is the reason that I was screwed out of the World Heavyweight Title years ago still burns deep down inside of me. Knowing that his face is showing around this place makes me realize that revenge on him is just as good as possible, but still, I must move on. I'm facing Booker T in my next match, this week at smackdown, I will beat Booker T for the first time in my career. Afterall, there is a first time for everything."

It's kind of hard to step back into a place where you haven't been for such a long time. Bret 'The Hitman' Hart has been living in exile for over five years, staying in-tune with the wrestling world, yet staying away from the ring. It was just a few days ago when Bret Hart decided to put his old life behind him and start fresh again. It'd odd and slightly unusual, but exciting nonethless. He's a superstar, a true athlete - different and unique from the others. It's nothing but pure talent and skill when it comes to the 'Hitman,' and it's about time some of that talent was dished out to the rest of the ECE and the world. This time 'round it's for the people, and the 'prodigy' himself. Nobody else matters, despite their thoughts and/or actions. Everything is going to be perfect, and in the words of the 'Hitman' himself, ' excellently executed. '

:: It is bright. One of those days where the weather seems determined to have a good time despite all the misery below it. The sun cheerfully smiles down at the grim faced city, like some giant sun flower, content to try and bring just a tiny ray of hope and happiness to the people making their way through life below it. The clouds wandered on past, floating on the softest of breezes, enjoying the sun’s merry warmth, absent mindedly melting into each other in an unhurried rush to get nowhere in particular. His voice comes to us, a whispered unseen presence as we drift on our way. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "It's for the love of the game, nothing more and nothing less. I can't really describe it any better, because even I don't know exactly why I came back. Unfinished business? Maybe, but I doubt it. I've done everything I'm possibly capable of doing in the world of wrestling. I'm considered to be a legend, a leader, even a role-model. There are a lot of broken heroes in wrestling, just like me. And just like me, they see that the line between right and wrong isn't as clear as black and white or red and black. It is, was and always will be pink and black. It's a fact that everyone learns to live by, no matter who they are. You see, now that I've left that company once, like so many others before me, I unfortunately have lost my history and my legacy." ‘Hitman’ hesitated for a few seconds before continuing. "I feel a lot like a singer. Who? Well, maybe Frank Sinatra, who, for years, wrote and sang some of the greatest songs of all-time for a record company, only to be swerved in the end and forbidden to sing those songs ever again."

:: Sheepishly grinning, Bret began to wander down a long winding path. He was expressionless as he pondered downwards into the forestry, paying no attention to the world around him. It was a rather anticipating, yet unusual, Bret Hart - one that you don't see everyday. The wind blew a tornado of leaves in his direction, they spiraled around as he muttered to the camera. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "In less then two days on smackdown, I'll be placed in the ring with another legend if you will. Booker T, a man who isn't fully aware of what's ahead of him. He thinks I'm scared? He thinks I'm terrified? Well, book, prepare to be proved wrong. You see, I've been waiting for this day ever since I left the company over five years ago. I've done everything a wrestler could possible do, except for coming back after retirement, raising anarchy, and reaching for the top one last time. You're my next victim book, and if you think I'm not prepared you better - and I mean better - think again! It all starts on smackdown, my quest to the top as not only a wrestler, but a legend to the business. We've both been there before Book, and I know you're fully aware of what I'm talking about. Yes, the big prize, the ECE World Heavyweight Championship title. Sure, you could say it might be a long ways away from now, but with every word that unravels from my mouth I get one step closer to the grand finale. Every second of everyday, I lay my mark on the tombstone of the Extreme Championship Entertainment. Just wait, because after I reach my goal, that'll be the moment where I prove to you, the ece and the rest of the world, why I am the best there is, was and ever will be."

:: Bret, chuckling to himself, walks over towards the discarded remains of the cardboard poster that had destroyed eariler. He laid his eyes on his own poster-head and smirked, leaning over and grabbing it with his large hands. Hart wiped the dirt and debris from off the poster and sighed, he took a deep breath and glanced towards the camera. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "This is all you've got, booker? This is what you do? Dismantle cardboard cut-outs of your opponents, bullshit like there's no tommorow, and expect to be victorious? Of course you do booker, because you're nothing to me Book! It's plainly pathetic, if you ask me. Why would you even bother re-entering this world, booker? You're just wasting your time being the moron that you were in the past. Of course, you're quite familar with the past, aren't you? That's all you really know how to talk about. Well, it's about time you forget about all that junk! This is now, booker! This is the present, the future! The past is long before both of us, and although I might've revolutionized the world of wrestling then, we are still bound to do it now. I don't know about you booker, but this time around, I'm hoping to make an even bigger impact then I did before. Hard to beleive? Hah, well beleive it!"

:: Bret grinned and threw the peice of cardboard back on the ground. He reached deep down into his jean pockets and pulled out a sheet of crumpled up paper, once again gawking at the camera as he slowly and carefully unraveled it. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "Do you know what this is, book?"

:: Bret shook his head in laughter and glanced downwards at the tattered paper. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "This my friend, is the one thing keeping me alive in the eCe. It's my contract, book. It's the peice of paper that's going to keep me to my oath. I promised myself I'd make an impact on the ece, and that I'll do so, and I'm sorry to say that you're my next victim. You're the one person who's going to get me off my feet, book. You see, I know what the World Championship is. It's probably.. no, it is the biggest and most wanted prize in this industry today. Due to popular demand, it's only accessible to one man, and that man being Triple H. I beleive, with all my heart, that I do deserve to become the next biggest thing in the Extreme Championship Entertainment. Do I think it'll come easy? Hell no. I'm not stupid, and I don't lie. Triple H knows how things work around here. He's been in this particular business a lot longer that I have, and he can stretch the ropes a lot farther then I can as well. However, does that really make a difference? Does time really affect glory, skill, and talent? Last time I checked, the answer was a huge, flat-out, no. Let me lay it out for you, simple and to the point. I'm going to give Triple H the fight of his life when I meet him face to face in the ring - but until then, you're all I'm worried about book." Bret smirked with confidence, and straightened his posture. "Yup, you're all I'm thinking about right now."

:: Bret continued to walk down the narrow pathway, slowly making his way over a large pond. The camera-man scurried closely behind him, but quickly ran in front to get a better view of the 'Hitman' himself. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "Putting Triple H on the back burner temporarily is what I shall find myself doing, for now. Putting hhh second in my mind is something I have to do, heading into Sunday Night's smackdown. At this week's smackdown I find myself being put up against a man that was victorious over many superstars before me. At this week's smackdown I find myself being put up against a man that has a bigger ego then anyone to date. At this week's smackdown I find myself being put up against a man that feels a sense of importance when he returns from being away for so long only to make a fool out of himself time over time again. At this week's smackdown I find myself being put up against a man that feels like he is the best thing going for this company. Well, let me tell you something - I'm 110% ready to face anything that anyone throws in my way. That means you, booker! A match we've both been drooling over for a long-long time, just like you said. I don't care if the conclusion comes out bitter sweet or not, because when I'm done with you, I'm heading out straight for bigger and better things."

:: Bret eyed the camera in eagerness and anticipation as he continued. ::

BRET 'THE HITMAN' HART : "Book, prepare to come face to face with the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be! Prepare to be EXCELLENTLY EXECUTED!

:: Bret continued to smile as the scene slowly faded to black, leaving the viewers with only a glimpse of what's yet to come. :: - ]