It wasn’t a different morning in the McMahon mansion; Vince McMahon was used to waking up early in the morning. What was different this morning is that there was no sleep. An array of thoughts ranging from positive to negative to downright strange were going through his mind throughout the night.
He remembered the meeting with Bret Hart, telling him to accept the offer of WCW and to leave WWE. It turned out to be a little difficult than he had initially imagined. There was no conflict as such, but what was difficult was the dent it had made in his heart. It felt like a part of his self was going away.
When Hulk Hogan left the WWE, it gave Vince the ultimate understanding – nothing and no one is going to last forever. As such, he was ready to let go Bret Hart, from a business standpoint but it was a little difficult to let go of him from a personal standpoint. Bret Hart was considered a gifted mat technician but he was more renowned for his obedience. It was, thus, difficult to picture him in the almost similar situation as Ultimate Warrior, who was nothing but a spoilt brat.
He hadn’t thought in a million years that Ted Turner’s WCW would use Kevin Nash and Scott Hall the way they did. On the night the NWO was born, a wheel was set running – a wheel of endless possibilities. The war had begun and the envelope was pushed so far that he believed it will end only when one of the two dies, either WWF or WCW; not NWO, which was just a fictitious organization anyway.
If not for these life-changing circumstances, he would have never considered doing what he was still only considering of doing. He was still in the state of indecision; however, he knew what it all will come down to – what is right for the business.
Once a week visit to the Church had been a regular for Earl Hebnar, but his visits had increased in the recent days. He was in cross roads, after all. A decision was to be made.
When he reached home, a letter from the bank was awaiting him. It said that he had missed two installments of the loan which he had taken to buy that very home. He looked at his wife, Mrs. Hebner and then his son, young Master Hebner.
Option wasn’t really there for him.
Paul Levesque was flexing his muscles at the Gym. An image kept appearing before his eyes. Those eyes – deep blue eyes – they commanded both respect and attention. It felt like a black magic had been practiced on him. There isn’t any other possible justification for the idea that was born in his mind. Ever since he saw Stephanie McMahon…. he wasn’t the same.
Shawn Michales managed to get out of his bed, somehow, unawares of where he was, how his night had gone. Alone in the room, he doubted whether that was the case the whole night. He was happy; however, to know that the day he would finally overcome his arch-nemesis was coming close.
As he kept thinking of Bret Hart, his anger kept growing. He took a pen and a paper and jotted down a few letters in anger, a method he adopted many years ago to calm himself down. Seb ast i an Ed uar do Cri sma nich. As if, that made any sense.
Vince kept going back to the day he met Ric Flair and offered him to join WWF along with his WCW World Championship… the ‘Real’ World Champion… the day he fired Eric Bischoff… the hate in his eyes for Vince… Bret Hart… WWF Champion.. What if?
He remembered the meeting with Bret Hart, telling him to accept the offer of WCW and to leave WWE. It turned out to be a little difficult than he had initially imagined. There was no conflict as such, but what was difficult was the dent it had made in his heart. It felt like a part of his self was going away.
When Hulk Hogan left the WWE, it gave Vince the ultimate understanding – nothing and no one is going to last forever. As such, he was ready to let go Bret Hart, from a business standpoint but it was a little difficult to let go of him from a personal standpoint. Bret Hart was considered a gifted mat technician but he was more renowned for his obedience. It was, thus, difficult to picture him in the almost similar situation as Ultimate Warrior, who was nothing but a spoilt brat.
He hadn’t thought in a million years that Ted Turner’s WCW would use Kevin Nash and Scott Hall the way they did. On the night the NWO was born, a wheel was set running – a wheel of endless possibilities. The war had begun and the envelope was pushed so far that he believed it will end only when one of the two dies, either WWF or WCW; not NWO, which was just a fictitious organization anyway.
If not for these life-changing circumstances, he would have never considered doing what he was still only considering of doing. He was still in the state of indecision; however, he knew what it all will come down to – what is right for the business.
Once a week visit to the Church had been a regular for Earl Hebnar, but his visits had increased in the recent days. He was in cross roads, after all. A decision was to be made.
When he reached home, a letter from the bank was awaiting him. It said that he had missed two installments of the loan which he had taken to buy that very home. He looked at his wife, Mrs. Hebner and then his son, young Master Hebner.
Option wasn’t really there for him.
Paul Levesque was flexing his muscles at the Gym. An image kept appearing before his eyes. Those eyes – deep blue eyes – they commanded both respect and attention. It felt like a black magic had been practiced on him. There isn’t any other possible justification for the idea that was born in his mind. Ever since he saw Stephanie McMahon…. he wasn’t the same.
Shawn Michales managed to get out of his bed, somehow, unawares of where he was, how his night had gone. Alone in the room, he doubted whether that was the case the whole night. He was happy; however, to know that the day he would finally overcome his arch-nemesis was coming close.
As he kept thinking of Bret Hart, his anger kept growing. He took a pen and a paper and jotted down a few letters in anger, a method he adopted many years ago to calm himself down. Seb ast i an Ed uar do Cri sma nich. As if, that made any sense.
Vince kept going back to the day he met Ric Flair and offered him to join WWF along with his WCW World Championship… the ‘Real’ World Champion… the day he fired Eric Bischoff… the hate in his eyes for Vince… Bret Hart… WWF Champion.. What if?
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