Bret hustled through Chicago traffic on the highway trying to juggling the car phone and finding the auditorium.
"Yes, Julie I'm here."
"That's good Bret. So you are for sure going to do it this time right?"
He sighed once again, "Yes I will, this time."
"You said that last time and it didn't-"
"Last time was under different circumstances. I wasn't ready but I'm here and I'm already late for this thing. I'll call you when we get to New York."
"K, Love you." Julie said
"Love ya too."
Four years ago, Bret Hart was surely at his lowest point in life. After Lori's death, wrestling became his way of beating his depression. His brother Dean also dying of kidney disease added to his sadness at the fact that they grew extremely apart. Instead of major drug and alcohol additions, he turned to women. To erase his heartbreak, he soon married Julie Smadu and they developed their own family with Jade, Dallas, and Alex with Julie expecting one more. But this didn't stop his infidelity. Despite of this, to Bret, Kate remains his first love. By means of traveling he makes off and on trips to Calvary and Chicago to be there for all of his children's. This was adding a lot of burdens on his forthcoming career.
"Mary," he whispered sneaking through the aisle of the theater.
"Bret you made it!"
He took the seat next to her, "Did I miss her?"
"No you're just in time."
As the lights went down, four tiny figures were rushed on stage, three in the background with one standing in front. Bret eyes widening when he saw this 3'5" girl with black spiral curls and huge greenish hazel eyes adjusting the microphone stand. She nodded for the piano player to start.
"I had it all but I let it slip away. Couldn't see I treated you wrong. Now I wander around feeling down and cold, trying to believe that you're gone." Kate sang with her left hand tapping the beat.
"Love takes time," the three other girls sang.
"To heal when you're hurting so much."
"Couldn't see that I was blind," the three other girls sang.
"To let you go. I can't escape the pain"
"Inside," the three other girls sang.
"Because love takes time. I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna be here alone."
Bret lowered his head, as Kate was the mirror image of Lori on that stage. Mary patted his back knowing what's going through his mind. He looked up when he noticed everyone clasping. Bret stood up and snapped his camera.
Thirty minutes later, children asking for his autograph and pictures encircled Bret.
"Bret! Bret! Can you sign my son's shirt?" a woman asked.
"Sure, sure," Bret said rushing noticing Kate running to Mary in the corner.
"Memow, is he not here again?" Kate moped until Bret scooped her up from behind. "Daddy!!"
"Pussycat, do you really think I would miss you today?"
"Well, my dance one-," Kate slipped before cut off by her grandmother.
"Kate dear." She said sternly.
Bret gave a halfway smile, "Look what I have for you," He gave her a handful for roses causing her to grin.
"Thanks daddy."
"How about I take you ladies out for ice cream?"
When they arrived at Tate's Old Fashioned Ice Cream Shop, Kate's mouth dropped when she saw the long menu. "Wow."
"You can have anything you want," Bret chuckled.
"I'll have a strawberry and vanilla cone," Mary said.
"Chocolate sundae and-" He looked down at Kate and she shrugged her shoulders, "And a vanilla cone with lots for sprinkles."
When they sat at the table, Mary noticed Bret's constant fidgeting. She's seen this once before. "Is everything okay Bret?"
"Everything is great." He said looking down at his ice cream.
"How are Julie and the family?" She asked.
"They are all good."
Kate tugged on his t-shirt, "Sassy J called me,"
"Jade did eh? Maybe you two can finally meet soon." Bret said.
"I think that's a great idea," Mary said. "Perhaps we can do what you've been asking K?"
An enormous smirk flashed on her face, "Can I daddy, can I. Can I live with you?" Kate asked.
Bret shot a confused look and turned to Mary. She winked. "Of course you can!"
"That's great because she's had her things packed all summer." Mary joked.
Reaching in his pocket, "Well I don't have these two plane tickets for nothing."
"Plane!"
Five hours later, Kate was taking aback when they arrived at Madison Square Garden. "Oh my!"
"You know daddy is a wrestler right?" Bret said when he hit the parking lot.
"Wrestlar? What's that?"
"Your grandfather is going to have a field day with you."
Hulk Hogan, Andre the Giant, The Ultimate Warrior, Sgt. Slaughter, "Rowdy" Roddy Piper, "Mean" Gene Okerlund, and Ricky Steamboat all passed by Kate as she yanked onto Bret's pants leg.
"A lady coming through," Bret yelled in the locker room. Every man stopped what he was doing and starred at the person attached to Bret's leg.
"You're kidding me?" Davey Boy Smith stated.
"Kate?" Jimmy said.
She nodded until Jim Neidhart walked out of the shower. "Uncle Jim!"
"I'm your uncle too," Davey said.
Kate turned to him, "Uncle!" Everyone started laughing.
As Bret walked backstage for his match against "Mr. Perfect" Curt Henning for the International Belt at Summerslam, he laughed as he watched Kate dressed in a black Hitman t-shirt with his signature pink shades.
"Pussycat, you excited about tonight?"
"Ya! You will kick some butt!" Kate said slinging her fist in the air.
Stu and Helen Hart walked through the sea of cameras. "Hey kiddo." Stu Hart said.
"Papa!" She ran to him.
"You finally have her Bret?" Helen asked.
"Yes, ma."
"Hello, Stu and Mrs. Helen," Curt Henning said shaking their hand.
"And who is this?" Curt said leaning down to her level.
She cleared her throat, "My name is Kate Hart."
Curt smirked, "Mr. Perfect, nice to meet you pretty lady."
"Oh, your him. Please don't hurt my daddy tonight." Kate showed displeasure.
"You know he's daddy's friend right? He's not going to do anything to really hurt me. You're not going to be scared right?" Bret said picking her up.
"Daddy is going to be ok," Helen, said.
"Can I have a hug for good luck?" She wrapped her petite arms around his neck. Kate unwillingly reached for Helen's hand as they walked to their seats.
As soon as they took their seats, Kate starred at the huge screen as Curt Henning appeared on the screen.
"You are excellent but you are not perfect," Curt said.
"Now when your dad's music plays, you have to stand up and cheer ok?" Stu Hart said.
As Bret's music hit, Kate stood on the chair to get a better look of Bret slapping hands as they walked down the ramp.
"First off is the challenger, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 234lbs, Bret 'Hitman' Hart!" Howard Finkel said.
"YEAH!" Kate yelled waving her arms trying to get his attention. The bell rang.
"Why is everyone cheering for daddy, papa?" Kate asked Stu when Bret head locked Curt out of the ring.
"Because your dad is a good guy," He said simply.
After a few minutes of the match, Kate started to get the concept. "How does he win?"
"When the man in the white shirt counts the three. Can you count to three?" Helen asked.
"I can count to 13 so I can do that!"
"1-2," Kate shouted until Curt kicked out. "He almost got it."
When Curt gave Bret a big shot in the face and starting kicking him so hard that he rolled out of the ring, Kate covered her eyes. "I can't watch this."
It seemed as if Bret was out of it he hit the sharpshooter when the crowd started chanting, "Let's go Bret! Let's go Bret!" Kate screamed with the fans behind her.
Just then, Kate heard a bell ring and Bret's music play. "Wait, they didn't count?" Kate said.
Grunting and growling, Bret laid as a vegetable in the hotel with ice packs on his bumps and bruises. Kate on the other hand sat on the bed gazing at the gold on Bret's new international championship belt.
After some grunting of her own, she dragged the belt to him, "Here daddy." She said sweetly.
"Thanks pussycat,"
She jumped on his stomach causing him to cringe, "Dad, why do you call me pussycat?"
"Because when you were a baby, you used to purr like a kitten." Bret played wit her hair. "Oh and you liked to play with yawn." Kate giggled.
