Change of Hart
Chapter 1- the return.
It felt like old times, the arena still smelt the same. "That ain't going to change any time soon" muttered a familiar voice. Bret Hart didn't realize he made the comment aloud and found someone lurking in the shadows. The Undertaker emerged with a grin across his face. Not many could make the Deadman smile, but Bret couldn't help but share in the moment of joy.
"You're looking good for a corpse… supposively"
The two men embraced. "How have you been? Feeling ok?" Taker asked.
Bret nodded as he caught up with the Deadman, there were stories to tell and moment to share, but there were also new memories to make. Bret sat in the catering room as the two had a cup of coffee together. Taker began to do most of the talking and shared some old stories with Bret, yet he noticed the look in his eyes. "You're thinking deeper than usual," he announced. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
Bret was rather silent, but he looked about the room, a voice was heard in the distance. Shawn Michaels walked by the door along with Triple H. Neither man came through the door or noticed the two men sitting in the room. But Taker instantly sensed what was on his friend's mind. "Time heals all wounds, until the salt is thrown onto it" Muttered the Deadman.
Silence fell between them until Bret recalled something. "Are you really going to face Shawn again at Wrestlemaina?" he asked.
Taker shrugged his shoulders. "Depends on what happens from here until then, why do you ask?"
"Naw, I was just think…"
"You're always thinking, what's on your mind?"
"I wanted to… maybe…" Bret paused to his own words. "But what's the point, I am not the same man I was, I couldn't face him in the ring again…"
Suddenly a crooked smile came over the face of the Undertaker. "I think I have just the idea you need. I have known you long enough Bret, and this is what I think you really want!" Taker leaned in closer. "You're guest GM tonight, meaning you can make the match for Shawn. I suggest you do it. Have him face me at Wrestlemania!"
"What? But… your record!"
"My record will be just fine. You have trusted me as a friend, don't you?"
Bret was rendered rather speechless yet nodded to the big man. "What's your plan?"
"We don't talk about it here, we need someplace more private…" The two men left their drinks behind as the Undertaker began to whisper his idea into Hart's ear….