Owen's Story

I decided to write an Owen Hart tribute story. Owen was awesome and he left us way too early. I hope you guys like this story. I will see you all at the bottom.

Chapter 1

Lissa Beverly Clarke stood in the crowd of wrestling fans at the Kemper Arena in Kanas City, Missouri. She was about 5 foot 4 with red hair and blue-green eyes. She was wearing an Owen Hart t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. She was somewhat timid and shy, but once you got to know her she was very outgoing. She loved music and Wrestling.

Lissa was watching the titan-tron, which was showing a promo of the Blue Blazer, when suddenly she heard a scream of terror. She looked and saw Owen himself falling at a high speed toward the ring. She watched in horror as Owen hit the top rope just inches from the nearest turnbuckle. Then he was thrown into the ring where he lay there for a minute, trying to sit up. Then he fell back down and went motionless.

Lissa woke with a start, covered in cold sweat. She was dressed in a tank-top and pyjama bottoms. She walked to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. Then she sighed. It had been eleven years since that night in the Kemper Arena and Lissa was now twenty-one years old. However, she still couldn't shake the terrible events of that night. What was worse was that she kept seeing Owen everywhere she turned and she hadn't told anyone. That was because when she had tried to tell people that she saw him, they would laugh it off and tell her that she was being paranoid.

Paranoid? she thought, You try being ten and seeing your favorite wrestler fall to his death. She looked around and gasped. There he was again. Owen Hart was there. She shook her head. Then she headed back to bed and tried to go back to sleep, but it didn't work. All she did was toss and turn. Finally, when the sun was fully up, she woke up and got dressed. She put on black jeans and a John Cena t-shirt. She was eating breakfast when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Lissa asked.

"Hey, Lissa, it's Bella. Did you sleep last night?" Lissa's best friend asked.

Lissa's best friend Isabella Hale had gray eyes and hair that was all different shades of purple. She was there that night when Lissa had gotten home and heard the news that Owen had died. She had demanded that her Mom drive her to Lissa's house at eleven at night. Bella's mother had agreed, but she wasn't happy.

"No, I dreamed it again and then....when I woke up....I could have sworn I saw him standing behind me when I was washing the sweat off my face." Lissa said.

"Lissa, don't start that again." Bella said.

"I'm not kidding!"

"You're worrying me."

"I'm serious! He was standing behind me watching me!"

"You're paranoid and you're still in shock after all this time. Not that I blame you."

Lissa got angry then and hung up without even saying goodbye. I am not paranoid. I'm not in shock. I'm not traumatized! I know what I saw. She thought to herself. Then she ate breakfast, trying to calm down and relax. Then she got an idea. She picked up the phone and called her other best friend Kristine Cena. She was John's sister and the two had been friends for a long time because Lissa had lived in West Newberry for a couple of years. Kristine had green eyes and brown hair.

"Hello?" she asked when she picked up the phone

"Hi, Kristy. It's Lissa." Lissa said.

"Oh, hey, Lissa. How's it going?"

"Badly. I didn't sleep good last night."

"You dreamed it again, didn't you?"

"Yes, and then when I woke up I could have sworn I saw him watching me when I was washing the sweat off my face."

"No freaking way."

"Not again. You're going to tell me I'm paranoid right?"

"No, Lissa, I'm not. I believe you."

"You do? Why?"

"Because you don't lie."

"Really?"

"Well, that and I watch a lot of Supernatural."

Lissa laughed out loud at that. Then she decided to get to what she had called about.

"Listen, can you get me backstage at Raw this week?"

"Uh....why?"

"I want to talk to Bret about this."

"Why him?"

"He's Owen's brother. I'm thinking that he might....understand."

"Alright. I will see what I can do."

"Thanks."

"I'll call you back when I figure something out."

"Thanks so much. Bye."

"Bye."

Lissa hung up the phone and then went looking online for a plane ticket to San Diego California. She hoped she could at least talk to Bret.

Alright. Please read this and review this, but I am begging you not to post anything hateful about Owen or his family. I would also like to thank CenaGurl and Enigmagirl for telling me to "just do it" Thanks guys.