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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   03/06/11, 04:26 pm

Shawn grabbed his bottle of shampoo lathering up his hands then his hair. "Oh I know Kenny. I have quite the ass, but I have no desire to share it with you. I don't give seconds to creeps, especially ones who don't even care enough to leave me with some kind of dignity in tact. I've messed around with a lot of creeps but most of them felt sorry enough to either give me a bed for the night, or pay me with booze or pills. You did neither so you don't get seconds little man."

Shawn turned away, rising his hair ignoring Ken's gaze as he quickly tried to finish up so he could get the hell out of there. He spotted Owen near the other end and was sorely tempted to move down some, but then what would that accomplish? So he stayed put, hoping Kenny would just go away.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   03/06/11, 05:27 pm

Owen closed his eyes and let the hot water roll over his body, enjoying it and ignoring the stupid banter of Kenny. Lather and water slid over his body, tracing the curves of his muscles, slipping down his spine and dripping over his strong shoulders. He finished with his shower and walked past Shawn and Ken, his bare feet slapping softly against the slick tiles. He shook his head, making a face at Kenny behind his back. That guy just didn't know how to leave people alone, did he? Owen moved into the locker area, and scrubbed at his short blond hair with his towel to dry it off.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   03/06/11, 06:27 pm

Shawn caught a glimpse of Owen when his back was to Ken, watching the water fall over soft looking flesh. Owen was like Bret in the sense that he had a very, nice looking body, the water falling down Bret's spine hypnotizing him. He catches himself and quickly turns away now well aware that Ken was still gazing. Annoyed, he quickly rinsed off, grabbed a towel and hurried to get changed. "Fucking creep," he mumbled. "Now, now I need drink."

He walks by Owen, not really registering that he was still there. The only thing on his mind was getting out of there before he tossed something at Kenny for being an epic douche. He quickly threw on some jeans and one of his DX shirts. Not bothering to dry his hair, he quickly exited the locker room heading for the parking lot to wait on Hunter provided Hunter was still around otherwise he would have to walk.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 12:45 am

Owen walked back towards his hotel, pulling his stocking cap down around his ears. The winter air was chill, but nothing he wasn't used to. The heels of his favorite cowboy boots clicked against the sidewalk as he walked, stopping now and then too glance into store windows that boasted 'HUGE' after Christmas sales. It was ridiculous how the holiday had been made into something so much about commercialism, but it was what it was. He moved on, stopping at a corner. The little man on the pedestrian sign flashed in his 'do not walk' warning, so Owen stayed put.

He took a breath of the icy air, letting it fill his lungs before he let it out slow, the action making him feel refreshed and wide awake. He looked around, watching the cars and people pass, stopping and looking downwards when something pulled at the bottom of his coat.

The face of a little boy upturned to him, the childs cheeks red from the cold and tears leaking from his big blue eyes. A shock of fiery red hair poked out from beneath the boys hat, that was cocked to one side and in danger of toppling off. Owen knelt, smiling at him.

"Hey little guy, what's wrong?"

"Sowwie...thought ya was my Daddy." The little boy sniffled, his tears spilling more rapidly, and his voice breaking when he spoke again. "Can't find 'em..."

Owen reached out and fixed the boys hat, and thumbed some of the tears away from his face. The boys tearful almond shaped eyes looked back at him, his lip wobbled.

"Where'd ya lose your Daddy at? Do you remember?"

The little boys eyes narrowed a bit. He looked to be concentrating hard, but after a moment he just shook his head.

"Don' know. Scared..." The boy dropped his head. He had to be at least seven, but he acted much younger, and the bustle and hustle of the street and sidewalk seemed to be overwhelming him.

"We'll find your Daddy, okay?" Owen held his hand out to the boy, but instead of taking Owen's hand, he wrapped his arms around Owen's neck. Owen picked the boy up and stroked his back a little, trying to comfort him. "Excuse me, ma'am?" He tried to stop a woman with black hair, but she simply clacked on by in her high heels and furry coat. "Um...sir?" No avail, the man with the thick glasses and scarf snubbed him. "Hey Sir, do you know where the police..."

Why was everyone so damn busy that they couldn't stop and help? Owen waved for a taxi, but the ones he was trying for must have already had their passengers, because they just drove on by. Owen sighed, becoming frustrated.

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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 02:15 am

Shawn figured Hunter probably already left. He waited around for another ten minutes or so until the cold started getting to him. He sneezed once, shivering, knowing better than to come out in this cold without drying his hair. But he was so ready to get the hell out the room with Kenny that he didn't think of his health. He pulled the leather coat around him tighter, hoisted his bag over his shoulder comfortably and headed up the street. It was a calm, quiet night. Just a few cars were out on the icy streets. He reached one cross walk and since there was no traffic, he hurried on across the street avoiding a few beggers and a couple of guys hollering for him.

He rolled his eyes and kept walking, reaching another intersection that was slightly busier. He pushed his way past a few people, mumbling a apologies but it was cold and his head was starting to hurt either from the cool air on his wet hair or the lack of a fix--be it sex, booze, or pills. He wasn't looking where he was going--his eyes were glued to the road and he bumped into someone. "Oh--Oh God I'm so--" He paused for a moment, recognizing the frame and blonde hair. "Owen?" He looked down and spotted the child who's hand he was holding, looking rather confused.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 02:27 am

"S'okay Shawn, I'm just tryin' to--"

"Shawn?!" The little boys eyes grew wide, recognizing the name and now the face that belonged with it. He must not have really considered who Owen was, or hadn't recognized him in his street clothes and with a hat pulled down. He looked up at Shawn in awe and wonder. "My fav'rit wressler." He pulled a small figure out from beneath his coat. It was Shawn, the figure so play-worn that the colored tights were rubbed off in some places, and one leg was taped on with black tape at the knee.

"He's lost...thought I was his Dad." Owen began. "Hey wait, did ya see the wrestlers tonight?" He said hopefully to the little boy. The redhead nodded eagerly.

"Wresslers..." He held the toy up towards Shawn.

"His parent's are probably still there lookin' for him. I'm gonna take him back to the arena."

"Shawn..." The little boy latched onto Shawn's legs, refusing to let go.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 02:45 am

Shawn stared down at the kid, a little shocked that he knew who he was. I mean, he shouldn't have been surprised since wrestling was the hottest ticket these days, especially with Bischoff declaring his war some odd months ago, but it was rare to see a kid really look up at him with adoration. That was always Bret's gig. Sometimes when they were lying in bed at night, they would joke about the differences in their fanbase. Bret would pick at him for catering to women and creepy gays while he was loved by all the real men and children.

It was true. Shawn knew that his gimmick catered more to women and gays. After posing for PlayGirl, he pretty much sealed his fate but a kid? He could remember this one time in his hometown he had a few kids get in the ring with him. Some of them may have been fans, but others he wasn't sure. But he felt good, he was at home and to be honest, he needed to feel even more loved and those kids did just that.

When the kid latched onto him he finally snapped out of it. He was cold and ready to get back to his room, but seeing that action figure and how worn out it looked triggered more memories, most of them of him looking up to men like Ric Flair and how he would have killed to meet his favorite at that age. He nodded towards Owen, reaching down to run his fingers through the batch of red hair. He flashed the kid a warm smile. "Come on. His parents are prolly freaking out by now."
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 12:05 pm

Owen took the boys other hand, and the little redhead swung merrily between them as they walked, overjoyed to be in the company of his favorite star. They reached the arena and went inside, straight to the security desk. Even before they approached, they could see a woman with her back turned toward them, red hair to match her sons hung down her back in a long braid. A mothers intuition must have caused her to turn, because she did, and the moment she saw her son in between Shawn and Owen, she ran for him and scooped him up into her arms. Her husband turned too, hearing his wife's hasty footsteps, his face baring an expression of relief at the reunion. He walked over too, and hugged his wife and son together.

"Thank you so much." She said, holding the boy tight.

"Mom...Shawn!" The little boy announced, excitedly.

"He just got away from us. She hugged her son again, and then handed him over to his father. The little boy turned around in his fathers arms, and pointed.

"Shawn!"

"I know, sweetie." She said, and hugged Shawn. Owen was showing the little boy a 'magic trick'...the classic 'detachable thumb'. "You're a good man." She added, letting go of Shawn. She smiled over at Owen, watching her boys face light up at his antics. She moved over to her husband, patting his arm. "Come on hun, let's go."

They moved past Owen and Shawn, heading out of the arena.

"Kids should come with tracking devices huh Shawn?" Owen mused, fixing his hat.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 03:01 pm

Shawn led the way out of the arena feeling considerably better than he felt the first time he left the building. "Yeah, they should. It's cold out here and with all the creeps I ran into before I met up with you, there's no telling what could have happened. At least he ran into you though. I don't think he could have had better luck unless it was one of our females on the roster. Debra seems to like kids a lot. It's too bad I get the feeling Austin does not."

They walked along in silence, Shawn's heart swelling a little in pride at having helped a child return safely to his parents as well as possibly making his dream come true. It touched him more than Owen or anybody could possibly know if only because he knew that the persona he projected these days was hardly worth making a kid faun over. From there his thoughts ran to the possibility of having his own kids someday. He never had a problem with kids and when he really mused over it, he had more fun signing autographs for kids than the adults. Adults were so...fake but a child... When one looked up at you the way the red head did, you can really see the genuine emotion. With adults, you're always having to figure them out.

Shawn's musings must have made time fly because before he knew it, they were back at the hotel. He and Owen were staying on the same floor and just their good luck for once, no one was around to see them enter the elevator together. "Thanks for letting me tag along," he said quietly as they exited the elevator. "The kid really made my night. Maybe now I'll only have one beer instead of half a bottle of Crown."
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 09:18 pm

"Ah, come on Shawn. Ya don't hafta drink to have a good time! Well, except if it's Christmas eve and you're stuck in an airport. Then ya hafta be careful, bad things happen in stalls." Owen paused, as the elevator doors dinged open. "Would you mind if I tag along with you? I'm kinda bored...and bad things happen when Owen Hart gets bored. People get pranked!"
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 10:55 pm

Shawn stepped out the elevator as well but paused near Owen, not journeying towards his room just yet. Owen's question kinda took him off guard and while he wouldn't mind the company, he did things he was sure Owen wouldn't approve of and he did not need a lecture from him about it. "Owen look. I'm not you okay?"

He turned, gesturing to the outside. "You could...probably have a good time alone on a deserted island or something but that's you. Me? I like drinking. I like smoking. I like going to bars and being obnoxious and I really like having sex with random superstars," he said, though it was more sarcastic than serious. "It takes my mind off of my problems."

Judging by the look on Owen's face, he could tell Owen had some kind of response, maybe a smart ass remark but that wasn't Owen's style so he was going to gamble here and assume it was something of genuine concern. To put Owen's mind at rest, he closed the gap between them, speaking softly. "Let me guess. I bet you're thinking that maybe if we hang out and talk about some of my issues that it'll magically help some of them go away, but I've been there done that O and I still feel like shit. Do yourself a favor and learn from your brother's mistakes. Don't try to be my friend. The less time we spend together, the better."

Shawn backed away turning to leave Owen behind. He felt kind of bad for having to sound so cruel but that was the only way it seemed, to get the younger Hart off of his back. Owen's little friendly gestures were impacting him more than he cared to admit, but he was in no kind of shape to make a new friend, especially Owen. He could only hope Owen would heed his word and back off.

Shawn slipped inside his room, grabbed a quick shower then pulled out his stuff to shoot up. For some reason, it felt kind of wrong. All he could see was the little boy holding the dirty figure. Shawn! Shawn! Mama it's Shawn! Shawn tossed the needle across the room groaning. This...he couldn't deal with this. He grabbed his special cigarettes out of his bag firing one up. It wasn't the same, but it was strong enough to take his mind off of Owen, the kid and other problems he kept sweeping under the rug.

After getting a quick buzz he suddenly remembered the cheesecake on his desk. He grabbed the box along with a beer from the fridge then kicked bck on his bed for a little late night TV, his mind no longer on Owen or the little kid at least for now.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   04/06/11, 11:29 pm

From then on, Owen decided to leave Shawn alone, except for what was required in the ring. He pretty much left everyone alone, a funk falling over him. He became quiet and serious, a harsh contrast to his usual bubbly and silly self. There were no more jokes, no more ribs on guys in the locker room, nothing. His jokes had come to be expected, and now that nights passed by without shenanigans breaking out in the locker room, things seemed really off.

Deep down he was tired of being everyone's friend, he wanted something more, but it never worked out. He was everyones little brother, he was Bret Harts little brother. If the guys on the roster had known Bret's true sway, many of them would have been lined up at Bret's door ready to be with him if only for a night...but Owen was just the funny guy with the stupid smile. He made everyone laugh, but there was no one to make him laugh.

There was Jarrett, his best friend, who had showed interest in taking things further more than once, but Owen couldn't bring himself to purse that. Jeff was a married man, and Owen was no home wrecker. Anyone else he might try to get close with simply laughed him off, as if that was also just one of Owen's many jokes, or worse--were cruel to him. Like Shawn, the guy he had secretly admired since he'd first worked for WWF.

Maybe if he would have spoken up sooner instead of standing back as to not interfere with Bret, maybe things would have been different. Maybe Shawn would have chosen him instead, and Bret and Shawn wouldn't have broken hearts for one another, Montreal would be just a place in Quebec, but that was stupid thinking. That was naive thinking, and maybe he was naive as others often pegged him, simply because he felt it was right to care for others.

He wasn't going to care any more. At least, he was going to try not to. What did it get you? A warm feeling that last for a brief time? Some untouchable sense of integrity? Very few people in this business had integrity. Maybe it was a waste of fucking time. There was that old saying, and Owen now understood it: Nice guys finish last. He'd always thought it was a ridiculous thing to say, but it made perfect sense in recent days.

He'd gone to Vince asking about a shot at one of the titles after his storyline with DX and The Nation was over with. Vince had steered away from that direction and instead tried to dump off the racy shit again, as if Owen had not made it clear enough the first time that he didn't want it. No one ever listened to him, not really, not when he had something real to say. He'd turned it down again, citing his various reasons, one of them being that Debra was a married woman. Vince didn't care. Owen left the office, annoyed that Vince had brought up the idea of bringing back one of his old gimmicks--one that he really disliked too.

Maybe WCW would be in the future after all. He kept flip flopping on the idea. One day it seemed like doom, the next day it seemed like hope. He slammed the door to his locker closed, and slung his bag over his shoulder, leaving the quiet locker room. It seemed like no one knew how to react to his new mood.


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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   06/06/11, 01:06 am

The next couple of weeks were some kind of different, but only slightly. Shawn noticed that the mood in the locker room went from grim to downright hostile. Everyone seemed downer than usual or just fucking pissed off at the world. He wondered briefly if it was due to Owen's lack of interest these days in kidding
around. These days he seemed more focused on doing his own thing rather than his silly antics that may have actually helped the mood a little.

While everyone else may have been tense and fretting about, Shawn had grown used to this kind of environment ages ago. Following his win at Wrestlemania 12 a lot of the guys shunned him. They thought Vince McMahon was nuts for even having the audacity to think that he was any better than one Bret Hart, but Shawn knew deep down in his heart that maybe he wasn't a better champion, but he was definitely the better entertainer and he
proved it night after night.

He eventually grew the respect of some of his peers, but of course he quickly lost what little he earned in the whole Montreal fiasco. Damn him for even thinking he could ever catch a real break in the company of broken hearts and shattered dreams. So when the tension started building in these last couple of weeks, he brushed it off thinking that maybe they had all heard about Vince's plan to keep him champion through Wrestlemania 14. The company was finally starting to beat WCW in the ratings again. It was only by slim margins but it was a start; a glimmer of hope, if there ever was one, that maybe they could get back on top again and actually stay there for good. Shawn was still champ so like it or not, the roster had to deal with it.

But by now there were some newcomers tearing it up every night in the ring and on the mic. Aside from his own faction of Degeneration X, there was Mick Foley--aka Mankind, Kane, Rocky Maivia, and the hottest of them all right now, Stone Cold Steve Austin. His feud with Vince McMahon seemed to get better and better each week and in the midst of it all he himself was getting ready for a casket match against the leader of the roster these days, big bad Undertaker. Mark Calloway rather, was the one man who had been in the WWF just as long as he and yet for some reason their respect levels were completely polar opposites. Everyone seemed to look up to Mark. Mark was quiet, firm, a great worker and just an all around good guy yet Shawn was the WWF champion, but no one gave two flying fucks about him.

However, he didn't care. He would prove it by putting on the better show once more in this casket match that was booked for the Royal Rumble. He'd taken one hell of beating from Mark a few months ago in the first ever Hell in a Cell. That match--he was pretty sure he had never felt pain so excruciating, not even in his few ladder matches. That pain, the pain of your body being tossed into a steel fence like structure, was something no one should ever do voluntarily if they could help it.

Shawn heard the slam of a locker which made him jerk his head up jarring him out of his musings. It was Owen leaving the locker room with a familiar scowl that he's been sporting for weeks now. Shawn mused to himself that the scowl did not become Owen at all, especially since he was usually the one who was smiling even in the shittiest of situations, but it wasn't his concern and asking him about it would make him a hypocrite so he brushed it off, gathering his things to get back to his room for the evening.



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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   06/06/11, 02:39 am

Owen continued keeping to himself, but it was steadily wearing on him. He knew he needed to get rid of the recent negative attitude he had adopted, but it was just hard sometimes. It was finally Jeff who got him to come out of his funk by playing a series of ridiculous pranks on Owen. When in doubt, coax Owen into a prank war...he couldn't hold out long. Soon he and Jeff were ribbing each other at every turn, and his usual grin and fun loving antics were regularly back in place.

In the ring he was still after Triple H and Shawn. Shawn had cut a promo on him proclaiming him to be 'a nugget of feces stuck to the side of a toilet bowl, no matter how many times he flushed, he couldn't get rid of it' and now the term "Nugget" was chanted at him constantly when he was in the ring. Owen had often wondered if that line was completely kayfabe, or if Shawn really meant it.

He would have liked to talk to Shawn, but Shawn had made it clear that he wanted to be left alone. He didn't want to be bothered, and Owen didn't want to be a bother.

You could...probably have a good time alone on a deserted island or something...

Shawn's words often came to him when he was just that, alone at night in his hotel room. There were plenty of things to do alone, but not many of them were fun, and being on a deserted island was not exactly fulfilling. WWF was the island, and even though plenty of people hadn't jumped ship to WCW, all the ones Owen loved dearly had, so it felt to him in the quiet times, very deserted.

Do yourself a favor and learn from your brother's mistakes. Don't try to be my friend. The less time we spend together, the better.

Owen had a lot of time to think, and his hurt and anger had for the most part subsided. The more he thought about it, the more he managed to see what Shawn had said as less that something hurtful, and more of something that was just a defense mechanism on Shawn's part. Shawn didn't necessarily dislike him, he was probably just afraid of him simply because of his last name. Shawn looked at Owen and his thoughts probably went straight to Bret and the whole mess. Shawn was buried under Bret just as much as Owen was. Owen loved Bret dearly, but it was simply the truth. He didn't mind it quite as much in the ring. He knew that Bret was better, because Bret took things more seriously than he did, and that was fine with him. In his personal life, however, he'd like to be his own separate entity from Bret--because he was.

Maybe what was really putting Owen in a bad mood, was that he was feeling lonely and couldn't find anyone to fill that void for him. Ring rats really weren't his thing, but he had even tried that lately, though perhaps not in the usual way. Ring rats were simply there to fuck, but Owen had actually taken his on a date, as if she was a real prospect or something. It felt wrong to just take her up to his hotel room, have his way with her, and send her packing. She on the other hand wasn't into the talking Owen tried to do over their dinner, and she wasn't really into eating either.

She picked at the steak dinner she had ordered at the nice place he'd taken her to. He never ate at places like this, he'd rather save the money, but he wanted to treat her right. She left most of her meal untouched, didn't like his humor, and did all sorts of things that let him know she was in a hurry--constantly tapping her nails on the table, always shifting in her seat, checking her watch, not listening to what he was saying to her. It was horrible. He might as well have been out with his own shadow.

He didn't even take her back to the hotel with him. When he explained why--that he couldn't just use her like that--she was offended. She left in a huff, annoyed that she couldn't bed him. She just wanted to sleep with him because of who he was--and yet, she didn't even know who he was.

Owen left the restaurant behind and headed back to his hotel room, letting his mind wander to work and the upcoming Rumble, instead of other things that would drag his mood down again. Maybe he could find Jeff and hang out with him, or give Bret a call. Owen made his walk back to the hotel, and went to the desk, asking for his key.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   07/06/11, 11:35 am

Shawn spent the next few weeks trying to stay focused on his upcoming title match, but it was hard to do. He was torn these days between resting his back for the big match and his usual coping antics, which helped with both the pain and nerves. He really needed to steal the show once more because dammit he was tired of everyone looking down on him. Going to the gym for light workouts and not smoking was probably the best route, but he knew that would only last so long. These days his back was more aggravated than usual and after a few reps in the gym, his body didn't want anymore pressure against it.

Shawn sat on the end of his bed groaning. So many things were running through his mind these days when nothing should have been on it except wrestling. But he couldn't help it. He had noticed in the last week or so that the mood once again went from epically tense to somewhat liveable. Between Jarrett's crazy ring attire and his prank war with Owen, it had put an end to some of the bad mood vibes in the locker room and Shawn had to admit that it was good seeing Owen back to his old self again. He may not have said anything to him about it personally, but that didn't change how he felt.

The little time he spent with Owen before he drew the line made him realize that Owen was not Bret at all and maybe at first Shawn didn't really see that. In the beginning, each time he looked at Owen he saw Bret Hart. The name Hart triggered something in him that painted pictures of pink, black and wavy dark hair. He would see the caring, loving, funny man he knew once upon a time through Owen's eyes which was wrong because he everything opposite Bret. Where Bret was moody and would go somewhere to brood, Owen was usually somewhere trying to find a way to lighten the mood. Brooding wasn't his thing. Bret had dark hair and dark eyes while Owen had bright blonde hair and eyes to match it. Everything about Owen screamed life, joy, and serenity whereas with Bret there was often inner turmoil, sadness, and a longing to really live his life because for various reasons, he could not live the life he secretly long for.

Shawn laid back on the bed wiping his eyes. Bret was long gone--almost three months--and yet he still found his thoughts wandering to the man he still loved.Tonight though, was the first time he didn't bawl his eyes out. He missed Bret so much and even though they fought like hell near their end, sometimes those fights ended up turning into moments of passion where for just a few moments Bret made him feel loved and needed. He just hoped that in those moments he managed to free Bret from his inner trials. Sometimes Bret would think he was asleep but he'd force his eyes to stay half lidded just so he could look at Bret's face while he slept. For while he just knew that what the were doing gave Bret a few moments to really be who he was in his heart, but now after everything that's happened, he wondered if the peaceful expression he saw on Bret's face was all in his head. He wondered if he was truly the start of Bret's turmoil and if so, would he take every moment back just to see Bret at peace if he truly has the chance.

All of those things played over in his head until he could not take it anymore. He got up grabbing his room key and headed for the elevator. He wasn't crying very hard at first but once those doors closed on him leaving him alone, he choked out a sob. There was pain in his back, pain in his joints but what pained him the most was his head and heart, one of which was holding on to 'what ifs' while the other longed to feel what Bret gave him once upon a time. These were not the things one should be dwelling on before a big match and he hoped once the elevator dinged, the bar on the first floor could make him forget once more.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   07/06/11, 11:24 pm

After Owen had got his key, he meant to go straight to his room, but Jeff flagged him down and took him into the bar. They sat down at a booth, and soon Debra had sauntered in, and sat down too. Her southern voice chattered to them excitedly, always enjoying a chance to have a good conversation with her two favorite blonds. Owen and Jeff were her best friends on the roster, which didn't always sit well with her overbearing husband.

"Can ah buy you a drink, Debra?" Jeff offered, scooting the drink menu towards her. "Since Owen here ain't the southern gentleman enough to ask ya, I will."

Debra laughed.

"No Jeff, but thank ya darlin'!"

"Hey--what about me, Jeff? You can buy me a drink...darlin'." Owen grabbed the drink menu, pretending to look over it. He found a pink drink with all sorts of baubles stuck into it and wedges of fruit stuck onto the sides. "This one!" Owen proclaimed. "It just screams manly."

"Oh Owen--ya'll are just too much!" Debra laughed, pressing her hand to her ruby lips.

"Ya'll are too much. Ya see how much that dang drink costs?" Jeff put in, taking the menu from Owen and making sure he saw correctly. "Holy cow."

"I was just kiddin' anyway. I hate the color pink!"

The groups laughter fell silent when a large shadow fell over their table. The three turned to see a big, bald, son of a bitch known as Steve Austin, glaring around at them. He grabbed Debra by the arm, and yanked her up out of her seat.

"What the hells your ass doin' over here with these damn fags? I thought I told you to go straight up to our room? You hard of hearin', Debra?" He gripped her arm harder, making the proud woman utter a soft cry at the pain as his large hand ground the tiny bones in Debra's wrist.

"Hey! Ya let go of her, ya big bald galoot!" Jeff hollered, his hot head having him up and out of the bar booth before Owen could barely process what was happening.

Steve scoffed.

"Or what, glitter ass? Ya gonna slap me with yer limp sissy hands? You ain't man enough to lace my shoes, let alone to kick my ass, so don't even try!" Steve shoved Jeff back into the booth seat.

Debra gasped in shock.

"Jeff!"

"Why don't ya pick on someone your own size!" Owen shouted, attempting to move himself in between Debra and Steve.

"What are you gonna do little Hart, tell me a bad joke? Make me laugh myself to death?"

"Oh sure, I have a real good joke for ya, Steve. So, a Canadian and a Texas sized ass hole walk into a bar, and the Canadian says to the Texan--" With that, Owen grabbed Jeff's bottle of beer from the table, and smashed it over Austin's head. Debra wiggled away from Steve's grasp, and covered her gaping, shocked mouth with her hands.

"Nice punchline, Owen!" Jeff hooted, standing up in the booth and cheering.

Steve was enraged, and pouring blood from the glass cuts in his head. With a growl he lunged for Owen, and the two men were soon brawling on the floor. It wasn't Owen's style to cause fights or drama with fellow wrestlers, but it was also not his style to stand by and watch as Steve treated Debra--a wonderful woman--like a piece of shit.

In moments hotel security was struggling to split the two fighters apart.

"Who started this!" One of the security hollered, as he watched his men struggle with a raging, spitting, rattle snake. Owen gave the men no problems, backing off like they wanted. He had made his point.

"That little punk ass started it!" Austin shouted, jabbing a finger, pointing at Owen. He struggled against the security, dying to get at Owen again and fix him real good. Owen rolled his eyes.

"Throw him out." The security latched onto Owen, one on each arm, and began to drag him out of the bar.

"Hey--wait a minute, throw me out?"

"Ya'll are a good man, Owen Hart!" Jeff called, now standing up on the table, clapping proudly.



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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   08/06/11, 02:59 am

Shawn stepped out of the elevator, wiping his eyes. He doubted anyone would notice he'd been crying anyway so he wasted no time hurrying across the busy room for the bar. However, it was hard to ignore men in uniform, one of whom had his future Wrestlemania opponent restrained. "What the...?" He looked over towards the entrance and spotted the younger Hart also being restrained by security and he looked pretty pissed off too. Shawn could not imagine Owen getting into scrapes of any kind so the idea of him rolling around something other than a mat with Steve Austin baffled him.

Shawn settled himself at the bar, eyes lingering on Owen for a moment before he made himself look away. He ordered his usual shot of Crown then asked for a beer to chase it. As he was sipping on his beer, he noticed Jeff Jarrett sitting in a booth seething. Jeff and Owen teamed up pretty regularly these days which meant he was probably around for the whole incident. Shawn wasn't sure if Jeff hated him, but he never heard tell of Jeff having much to say about him behind his back so he decided to take a chance.

He grabbed his beer and headed over to Jeff slipping in the seat across from him. "Before you start hollerin', I'm not here to make trouble. I just come to ask you about Steve. Why's he being restrained and what's it got to do with Owen? Steve's my future Mania opponent so I'd like to know if I need to expect a Vader or a clean match." Shawn swirled the beer around in his cup with the straw, lowering his voice. "Look, even if you don't give a damn about me, at least tell me why Owen's in trouble. He's the only one who's given a damn about me since...stuff and I'd like to know why the hell he's being thrown out of this hotel."
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 01:41 am

Jeff pushed his sunglasses up into his hair and peered at Shawn with flashing blue eyes. Shawn Michaels--at least in ring--was everything Jeff wanted to be, but because of a certain bald asshole (who now had a forehead full of blood and glass) he was being held back in the company when he felt his talents should be pushing him forward. It wasn't fair, but he was going to keep on trying. He and Owen were soon to form a tag team, and that seemed like a step in the right direction. They got along so well outside the ring, they were bound to have amazing chemistry in the squared circle.

"Oh...well ya see, that son of a bitch over there?" Jeff pointed to Austin, who had been let go of by the security, and was wiping the oozing blood off of his forehead, and refusing medical attention that the security recommended for the cuts. Two of the men were following Owen out of the bar, thankful they didn't have to drag him away, but keeping close to make sure he actually left. Owen wasn't sure where he was going to go, but he wasn't going to fight with the security.

"He was pickin'..." Jeff lowered his voice, as if what Steve did to Debra was a secret. Most of the roster knew. Debra often showed up with bruises that required the make up team to do heavy covering, but no one dared to confront Austin about it. "Pickin' on Debra." Jeff went on. "I was takin' up for her, Austin shoved me back into the booth, and Owen took it from there. He busted the fucker with a beer bottle, and they started fightin'. Ya'll shoulda seen it! I ain't ever seen O that fired up before. He don't usually get in to trouble, it's not his style, but me or him ain't gonna stand around while a lady--'specially one as wonderful as Deb--gets picked on by a galoot with gump for brains like Steve."

Jeff flipped the plastic pages of the drink menu.

"Buy ya'll a drink, Shawn?"
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 01:56 am

Shawn listened quietly, every now and then shaking his head. He, just like everyone else, knew what Austin and just like all the other cowards, he dared not say anything to Austin. There were many reasons why Shawn didn't get involved, one of them being Austin was his opponent for Wrestlemania. He and Austin were cordial for the most part but there was a silent understanding between the two. Shawn did not like Austin and really had no desire whatsoever to put him over. As far as he was concerned, wife beaters didn't deserve to carry gold, but this was business. Business always came before personal feelings and if Vince wanted him to drop the belt then so be it. The audience was screaming for Austin to run with the ball and each night Shawn performed, he could fill the hostility towards him and DX increasing to dangerous levels. It was so bad now that most of Austin's fans had reverted back to chanting "You Screwed Bret", which annoyed him to no end since in his mind, Vince was more to blame than himself but whatever. Heat was heat and he got plenty of it as days went by.

Shawn held up his drink. "No thanks Jeff. I got my own. Damn..." He ran a hand through his locks thinking of Debra and how she always smiled at him when she thought no one was looking, most likely trying to cheer him up most days. "She's a nice gal. Nicer than half the people employed here. She don't deserve that shit. I wish Ida seen it. Hell I'm already done after Mania anyway so what's one more suspension and fine gonna hurt?"

Shawn looked back towards the doors. Owen was no longer there probably half way down the street somewhere. He knew he'd been treating Owen so cruelly but it seemed pretty stupid for security to just throw Owen out and not Steve. Shawn downed more of his drink then stood to leave. "Jeff, stick around alright? Gonna see if I can find Owen. He shouldn't be kicked out when Austin's the fucktard. If I can get him to come back, I'll need you to be the lookout. Gonna see if we can sneak him back in."

He set his glass down then hurried out the door in search of Owen.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 02:45 am

Owen was just outside the hotel, waiting on the sidewalk with his arms crossed over his chest, for security to go up to his room and bring him his suitcase. He at least needed that, and then he'd go find a room at one of the other hotels. They'd thrown him out without even the decency to let him up to his room first to grab his things and his coat--after all it was fucking January--it was freezing. At least Owen was wearing a sweater so he wasn't that bad off. Cold was something he could live with, but it was still annoying. He kept close to the building to stay out of the wind that whipped up occasionally, and once in a while he'd glance back through the glass doors to see if one of the goons was coming with his things. It seemed like they were taking forever.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 02:53 am

Shawn hurried out the double doors bumping slam into Owen. "Owen! I--I'm sorry! I didn't know you would be..." But then he paused, catching himself. He'd apologized for bumping into him but that wasn't why he needed to find him. He looked back through the double door, glancing at Jeff who was kinda walking about as if keeping watch. "Owen, Jeff told me what you did back there. That was really bold considering everyone already knows how badly Austin treats that poor woman. Just no one else, including myself, had the balls to stick it to him. You did so...guess I'm proud. I don't expect my words to mean much since I'm not nice to you and have said some pretty cold things to you. But if you'll let me, Jeff's trying to help sneak back in. It's not right that Austin gets to keep his room and you're not totally to blame."

Shawn didn't expect Owen to really care what he thought or said, but he at least hoped he'd be willing to sneak back inside, if only because of Jeff.
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 03:11 am

Owen was surprised at what Shawn was offering him. He couldn't help but smile, kind of wondering why Shawn wanted to stick up for him now, but his words were nice to hear. He glanced back through the doors, watching Jeff mill around a little.

"I don't know, Shawn. I mean, I'm already gonna get in trouble for whacking Steve. I'll probably get fined or something. Vince seems like he still has it out for guys named Hart right now. He's already mad at me because I wont go along with this angle he's pushin'. He keeps threatening me with this old goofy gimmick I got rid of a long time ago..." Owen sighed. "Austin's one of his top draws, that's who he's gonna look out for. If I got caught tryin' to sneak back in, I'm gonna be in even more hot water. I can't get fired, I'd hafta go to WCW and even though my family's there...I really don't wanna go down that road anymore. They're tellin' me a lot of bad news about that place."

Owen made a thumbs down sign, as if to say that WCW was in grave danger of sinking just like any other promotion who had tried to rival Vincent Kennedy McMahon. He looked out into the street for a few moments, watching as some cars passed by. He turned back to Shawn.

"Do you really think we could do it without gettin' caught?"
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 11:09 pm

Shawn shrugged his shoulder. "We should be. Hunter has had to sneak me back into hotels on several occasions because I was high and cursed out security. Hell they were checking me out and when I'd flirt back or call them out on it, apparently it's sexual assault or harassment so fuck 'em."

Shawn stood with his face plastered to the door. He made faces at the security guards who looked rather irate at him. He finally caught wind of Jeff who was shaking his head. "Well guess you gotta wait a while unless Jeff or somebody can create some kind of diversion. Otherwise the second guard will probably leave to go home soon. They usually only keep one late at night since the joint has cameras all over the place. Austin's a real tool for getting you kicked out. It's too fucking cold!"

Shawn turned and leaned against the wall. "When Vince has it in for somebody, seems like they always get it good. I really don't know what to tell ya. Kevin calls me every now and then. His story differs from yours but then, he's friends with Bogan the Great so maybe it's not all bad for him. I'd attempt to offer advice or something but I'm merely another tool of Vince McMahon. Consciously the job sucks but otherwise it's a good gig that pays well. That's all that matters to me. I don't have shit else but at least I'm getting paid."
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 11:26 pm

"Guess you have a point." Owen mused, glancing back at Jeff too. He wondered what the blond southerner would come up with as a distraction. Whatever it might be, he knew it'd be good.

In the hotel, Jeff had tucked his arm into his shirt, leaving one of the sleeves to flop lifelessly. He ran out into the lobby where the security were still hovering.

"Oh mah gawd!" Jeff yelled, grabbing at his limp sleeve with his other hand. "Mah arm! He stole mah damn ARM!"

Security soon swarmed around Jeff, who made an elaborate story about someone stealing his prosthetic arm. Jeff caught Shawn's eyes watching him from the door, held his gaze for a moment, nodding slightly, before turning back to the guards and ranting on and on in his southern drawl.

"He just TOOK it! Took mah damn arm, mah gawd ain't nobody got no respect! He stole it right offa my nub shoulder here, ya'll gotta get mah limb back!"
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PostSubject: Re: Out Of The Shadows   10/06/11, 11:34 pm

Shawn could hear Double J's rant all the way outside and even clearer as he started pushing the doors open. The guard briefly looked towards the door but when he saw it was only Shawn, he went back to scribbling notes on a pad while the other guard was trying desperately to calm Jeff down. Shawn glanced over at Owen, nodding, before grabbing his hand and pulling him through the double doors. They walked quickly freezing only momentarily when Shawn just knew they'd been caught but like any experienced actor, Jeff feigned like he would pass out which bought them just enough time to duck around the corner and quickly enter an elevator. Once the doors closed on them, Shawn breathed easily for the first time in minutes.

"God damn Double J's a good liar. And creative keeps saying he'll never amount to nothing. After that elaborate story and Oscar worthy performance, I beg to differ."
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