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Bret hart paces around the ring preparing himself for his upcoming match, the 6ft tall 246lb dark grey
wolf starts sweating buckets running and bouncing from one set of red ropes to the other attempting
to pump himself up as best he can. "And . . . his opponent from-" Howard Finkle is cut off by a determined
Stone Cold Steve Austin who is briskfully walking down the entrance ramp of Monday Night Raw is War
to confront Bret Hart, Austin makes his way up the black steel ring steps steps onto the apron of the ring and
slides through the ropes walking up to Bret. "Where's a damn micerphone" Austin shouts. A cameraman at
ring side hooves a microphone up to Austin who grabs it and walks to Bret, "Who the hell do you think you are
Bret?" Austin demands; "You think that you're gonna lose your stupid little belt at WrestleMania huh Bret is that
you think, that your got lose your stupid little Dubya Dubya F championship? is that why you've been cryin' and
moanin' for?"
Austin gets in Bret's face, and talks into the mic again "All you've done for the past two months is
bitch and moan like a baby, and I'm sick of hearing you run your damn mouth out here each week and since you don't
know how shut it I'm gonna shut it for ya" Bret rolls outside the ring, trots up to the announcers desk grabs a microphone
walks back to the ring and rolls back inside. Once back inside the ring Bret gets back to his feet and walks over to Steve Austin;
Bret Hart and Steve Austin are now face to face inside the Raw is War ring Bret holds up the WWF microphone in his paw to begin
speaking as Austin cuts him off . . . "Shut up Bret, no one wants to hear what you have to say!" Austin shouts at Bret. Bret tries to speak
again, "I told you to shut up Bret." Bret exhales through his nose, holds up the microphone but is again cut of by Austin. "Didn't I just tell you
that nobody in this damn arena wants to hear anything that your ass has to say" Bret finally snaps his blood boiling, his heart pounding, he couldn't
take it anymore. Bret holds up the microphone, "What did just-" Hart cuts Austin off this time "I've had it up to here with your shit Austin!" Bret growls
at Stone Cold. "If you think that you can just come out here and start insulting me you've got a another thing coming!" Bret fumes while looking Stone Cold.
Stone Cold drops his microphone and attempts to stun Bret, But Hart reverses it. Bret irish whips
Stone Cold into the nearest turnbuckle before taking a few steps back and sprinting full speed
at Austin driving his knee cap into Austin's stomach with bone-crushing force causing Austin to yelp in agony. Bret continues his onslaught by taking Austin by the head and causing Austin head to collide with his own.
Austin stands up straight and shoves Bret hard,
Bret stumbles backwards but regains his footing
Austin begins throwing right hands at Bret while walking forward each and every blow is felt by everyone in the arena. Austin lands a European uppercut to Bret's chin causing Bret to fly backwards, back first onto the mat below Austin folds his arm; pats his elbow and delivers a devastating elbow drop to Bret. Bret is busted open from the attack, Austin then climbs on top of Bret and unloads punch after punch to Bret's head. Austin grabs Bret by the head and pulls the bleeding Hart to his feet, Austin attempts another Stone Cold Stunner but Bret reverses this attempt as well.
Bret pushes Austin, Stone Cold runs and bounces off of the ropes delivering a hardy close-line taking Bret off of his feet. Austin drops to his hands and knees crawls over to Bret and applies a hammer lock Hart growls in disarray as referees, and other wrestlers storm the ring to break up the fight. Both Hart and Austin are helped to their feet as two groups of wrestlers try to keep the two apart, Austin climbs out of the ring and walks around the ring until he reaches the portion the ring apron were Bret is standing.
Austin bends down and picks up one of the microphones the two were using earlier brings it to his muzzle before speaking into it : "Come WrestleMania Bret . . ." Austin heaves "There won't be anybody to break up the fight you and I gonna have not even the bunch of jackasses the Hart Foundation are gonna be able to save you from me whoopin' your ass."
Bret then bends down to retrieve a microphone off of the ring canvas, " You wanna know what Stone Cold . . . come WrestleMania I won't need anyone to save me from you. You're the one who's gonna need saving after I beat your foul mouthed ass at WrestleMania" "I'd like to see you try Bret, cause at WrestleMania the only thing standing between me and you is a grade A ass whoopin." Austin throws down the microphone and walks around the ring, up the entrance ramp, through the stage curtain and into the backstage area.
TBC . . .