Website: Digital Get Down Fan Fiction
Author's note: Some of the fact in the fic are real. Some of the names are
real. But not all. I wrote this
in the honor of Owen. He shall always remain in my heart.
Prologue Part 1
It happened so quickly. As I fell 50 feet, my whole life flashed before my eyes.
My wife, my kids,
my friends, my brothers, my sisters, and my fans. I could see the terror in
their eyes as I fell.
And then, it happened. I knew it was over the minute my head hit the ring post.
Just like that.
My head bounced off the ring post and then snapped back. Almost immediate
everything went black.
I opened my eyes for a slit second and saw that I was in a hospital. Then my
eyes automatically shut.
Something from me rose up above me. It was my spirit. I saw how the doctors did
everything they
could to save me. I saw my family and friends in the waiting room. I saw their
worried expressions.
And the doctors came in. I watched as the doctor, I think his name was Dr.
Meyers, told them of
my descent. My death. Their expression changed from worried to sadness. Mom
hugged dad as they
cried in each other's arms. My friends openly cried. It was a difficult moment
for me and for them.
I could literally see their hearts break when the words from Dr. Meyers's mouth
hit their ears.
Monday, May 24th 1998
" Ladies and gentlemen, I have to report some very sad news. Our friend,
Owen Hart, has passed
on. He was a great competitor and he will surely be missed. Owen, we loved you
and you shall never
be forgotten. "
Thank you Jim. I'm sure gonna miss you. But hey, I'll always be in your hearts.
All of you.
As the evening went on, I heard their testimonies. It brought tears to my eyes.
The things they
said made me realize how important I was to the fans, my friends and my family.
" He was a good man, an awesome entertainer, and a damn good friend "
" He will never be forgotten. "
Later on that night, my good friend Steve Williams a.k.a. Stone Cold Steve
Austin came out. He drank
a beer and gave a solute in my honor. Then, they rang the 10 bells. I could feel
the tears swell up.
During a special tribute to me, I could all of them there. My friends,
co-workers, family, fans. Everybody.
There wasn't a dry eye in the arena or anybody watching at home. The feeling was
overwhelming.
As the show ended, I heard him. God calling me back to heaven. For the very last
time, I stood in
the middle of the ring. I looked at everyone. I whispered goodbye, blew a kiss,
and then vanished
back to heaven. Where I belong, now.
