As always, thanks to Pepper24 for reviewing. And thank you to xSimplyCristi for reviewing pervious chapters. And thanks to ladybug213 for adding the story to their favorites. I appreciate it! I love getting new reviewers. Here's chapter 13. Enjoy! And by the way, I don't know for sure. But there might be a sequel.
Bret finally got back to his hotel room an hour later. Him and Vince discussed future plans for their storyline. They needed this angle to play out all the way until WrestleMania. Bret wouldn't be on the show for a couple weeks, then Vince will start calling the "Hitman" out. Eventually Bret would respond and they left off there. Tomorrow they'd pick up where they left off, and let everyone give their opinions.
The raven-haired man collapsed onto his bed. He was exhausted, but in a good way. He had forgotten how it felt to be back in the ring, after all these years. It was amazing, the crowd, the adrenaline rush, everything. When he left the WWE (WWF then) for WCW, he thought it was a good idea at first. Vince had screwed him, so he had no desire to be there. After about a year in WCW, it turned out to be a dump. Eric Bischoff had no wrestling experience what-so-ever. All he cared about was the money. Along with Hogan.
Bret spent countless nights awake thinking about the what-ifs. What if Montreal never happened? Would he still be working for Vince? Would he have never gotten a concussion from Goldberg kicking him in the skull. And most importantly, would Owen have ever died? For years, Bret blamed himself for everything. If he was there, he would have stopped Owen from going along with the stunt. He didn't want to do it to begin with. Bret officially hated that dumb Blue Blazer character. But unfortunately he couldn't change the past. Sometimes it was hard to move forward with things. First Brian Pillman, then Owen, then Davey. Then eventually Bret's parents died. It was like everyone he loved was gone, expect Jim. The Hitman thought he'd have his wife by his side when all this tragedy stuck, but he didn't. He had no one to comfort him at night. It wasn't Julie he wanted either, it was Nicole. Bret still remembered that horrible night, when he left the WWF and Nicole's life forever.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Bret yelled down the hallway. To say he was furious would be an understatement. He was beyond furious right now. One of the men in this business he thought he could trust, completely stabbed him in the back. In his own hometown at that. In front of his mother and father. "After everything I did for that man! He goes and does this to me!" The Hitman and the rest of the Hart Foundation stormed into the men's locker room. "You should have never punched him Bret," Owen said as they walked in the room. "What else was I supposed to do O? He completely humiliated me in front of all of Canada, all because he didn't want me to take the title to WCW." Owen just sighed and went to take a quick shower.
Nicole couldn't believe what had just happened. She was in shock. Everything happened so quick. One minute Shawn has Bret in the Sharpshooter and the next the ref is calling for the bell, and Bret didn't even tap out. Then Shawn, Hunter and Chyna were all rushed backstage, while Bret destroyed the entire ringside area. "What the hell happened out there?" she asked Shawn when he finally got to the back. "I don't know," he said. She could tell he was lying, but she didn't question it any further. Hunter was silent too, which meant he knew something. Shawn whispered something in Chyna's ear. Then she walked over to Nicole. "Come on let's go to the girl's locker room." The brunette just decided not to argue. Obliviously Chyna knew more than she did. So maybe she could get something out of her.
Bret was taking his gear off, while his son Blade watched, when he finally saw Shawn. "Shawn, did you know any of this?" He better not have. If he did, Bret was sure to go off on Shawn. "I swear to fucking god I didn't know any of this shit was going to happen. I swear to ya Bret. So this was all of Vince's doing then. He thought to himself. Was he that obsessed with the WWF championship, that he would backstab the one person that's been good to him for years? Apparently was he. Screw all that now. All Bret wanted to do was get his family out of here.
Everything had finally settled down. Chyna didn't know much either. All she was told to do was get Shawn out of the ring and backstage. But she also knew something wasn't right. Everyone could see that. Nicole kept bugging Shawn about it, and finally he told her that they would talk in the morning. Still no word on Bret. He still hadn't come to see her. She knew this was going to be his last night with the WWF. But where did that leave them? Was he still going to divorce Julie? Even though he brought her to the event. Normally Nicole wouldn't care about what a guy did. But Bret was different. She was in love with him and it scared the hell out of her. The young brunette was finally drifting off to sleep, when something shook her. It was Bret. How did he get it? Never mind that, the important thing was that he was there. "Oh my god, you actually came," she said giving him a hug. "I knew you would," Bret sat on the edge of the bed and sighed. "I can't stay long," "Why not?" Nicole realized that he wasn't looking her in the eye. He was definitely going to tell her something. Something she probably wouldn't like. "I'm leaving first thing in the morning. I can't stand to be here any longer. Did you see what happened out there? Did you know about any of it?" Was he really accusing her of knowing? 'Sees how much he knows about me.' Nicole thought. "No I didn't know about it. How could you even accuse me of knowing? I'm never in the loop of things. If I did know something, I would tell you right away. Even if it meant backstabbing my own brother. Because I love you that much," she was on the verge of tears now. "I love you too baby. Which is going to make it this much harder to tell you." Nicole stayed silent. Afraid of what was to come. Afraid to say anything. "This can't go on. Our relationship, it won't last." "What do you mean it won't last? Of course it will, we'll make it work with you being at WCW. You'll divorce Julie like you said. Then I'll leave WWF and go to WCW to be with you. Then we can do whatever we want, without anyone harassing us." Bret placed his hands on her shoulders. "Babe, I won't let you do that. With me being at WCW, us being in two different towns every week, just wouldn't work," "That's not the reason Hart, and you know it!" Nicole yelled, standing up. Hart? She called him Hart. She never did that unless she was absolutely pissed off. And that she was. "I'm not good for you Nicole. We both know that. I'm a married man. Do you know what would happen to you if people found out about us?" "We already discussed this, when this first started. Why do you care now?" "Because, honestly this was never supposed to happen. You were only supposed to be a quick fuck and that's it. Then I started getting these feelings for you." "So this was all a lie?" she said with tears streaming down her face. "No, no!" he said running to her side. "I love you, I really do." "Then why are you leaving?" "Because, you saw what happened out there. I got screwed in my own hometown. I'm not wanted around here anymore," "Well you can make yourself wanted here. Tell Vince you're not leaving." Bret sighed heavily, "I can't do that even if I wanted. I already signed the papers with Bischoff."
A heartbroken, 25 year old Nicole Michaels stood in the middle of her hotel room, 1 o'clock in the morning, staring at the man she thought was the love of her life. He now had his back turned to her. "So this is it?" she asked ready to breakdown . "You're just going to throw this whole relationship away?" He didn't say anything. Nicole nodded to herself silently. She was just about to tell him to get out when he finally spoke.
"We both knew this wasn't going to work." Where the hell was this coming from? "It's been working for 11 months!" She screamed. "Now you're just turning your back on what we have, because of some stupid belt." "I got screwed in my own hometown Nikki!" he yelled back. "Besides, it's real obvious Vince doesn't want me here." There was silence between the two. "Did you even try and negotiate something with Vince, and stay with the WWF?" "I tried as hard as I could," he said.
Nicole couldn't even bare to look at him. "So I guess this is it." saying it more as a statement. "Can it please not end it this way?" he pleaded. The brunette simply shook her head, "Just get out." "Nicole please…" "I said get out!" And with that, Bret Hart walked out the door and out of her life…forever.
Nicole remembered that night all too well. It pained her to think about it til this day. Why was she dwelling over something that happened over 12 years ago? It wasn't worth it, she kept telling herself. So it Randy and Amy. She had forgotten about it for years, but when Vince announced Bret's return, she nearly puked from panic.
She needed to go and talk to him and clear things up. But for what? He had told her that night, he was no good for her. That it wouldn't work out anyway. But Nicole hadn't felt that way. She had hope for their relationship. If you can even call it that. "You were only supposed to be a quick fuck…" Nicole chuckled to herself. A quick fuck huh? That's all she was meant to be. Apparently fate had other plans. Why couldn't she have been just that. A quick fuck and then move on with their lives like nothing happened. It would have saved her from a lot pain. "Fuck it," she mumbled. The brunette diva, threw on some shoes and a hoodie and quietly headed out the hotel room door. Nicole still had the room number in her head. Hopefully he would still be awake. She stopped. Maybe he is asleep, she shouldn't bother him. But her feet kept moving towards his room. Completely ignoring her brain. Next thing she knew, she was standing right in front of his door. Just one knock and she would be standing face to face with him. After what seemed like 5 minutes, she finally knocked on the door. Seconds later the door opened. Bret standing there in a grey shirt with black sweat pants. His hair tied back into a loose pony tail. A small smile appeared on his face. "Don't get your hopes up Hart, I'm only here to talk. Can I come in?" Bret chuckled at her attitude. He knew she was trying to act like she didn't care. But he knew how she worked. He moved so she could walk in the room. Once she was in, he closed the door.
A camera had the shot of Nicole walking into Bret's room, but they didn't see or hear it.
So she did go to Bret's room tonight. Interesting. The blonde girl thought as she watched from afar, putting her camera in her purse. She had a feeling she would. Seems like a lot has happened between the Hitman and the veteran diva. Something she was definitely going to find. But unfortunately she needed more proof. This wasn't going to cut it. She wanted to know what they were doing in there. She still had no idea what history Nicole and Bret had with each other, but it was definitely something no one knew about it seems like. Expect maybe for Randy. The blonde smirked and headed back to her room.
Nicole sat on the edge of the bed while Bret went to the mini fridge. "Want anything to drink?" he asked. "No I'm fine." Bret grabbed a beer and sat down next to Nicole. "I'm a little surprised you came." "I'm surprised too," she replied. Nicole couldn't help but look at the floor the whole time. Bret sat his beer on the nightstand and turned to his former lover. He lifted her chin up, "Look at me," Nicole finally stared him in the eyes. He couldn't help himself. Bret grabbed he back of her neck and pulled her towards him, crushing his lips into hers. For a moment Nicole didn't react, but she gave in. She gladly opened her mouth and let Bret's tongue run through her mouth. Nicole let out a soft moan. As soon as the sound escaped her lips, she immediately pulled back. "I can't do this," she said breathless. "It isn't right. I'm married, I have kids." "It wasn't right when we did it 13 years ago either, but we still did. I was married and everything. So what's stopping you now?" Bret argued. She knew he was going to pull that card. But even then she didn't have an answer. "I was young back then, I didn't care. I thought I wanted to be with you." "You thought?" he raised his eyebrow. "Yeah I thought." she said sternly. "That was until you up and left me," Bret sighed, he knew that was coming. "How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" he pleaded. "Sorry won't cut it Bret. Do you know how many nights I stayed up crying over you? Vowing to never let a man get close to me, because for some stupid reason I thought you were going to come back for me. Finding out you divorce Julie, but did you come then? No. You had probably already forgotten about me and started fucking ringrats." "Okay that's enough!" Bret shouted. "What is the truth too much," Nicole hissed. The Hitman took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. She knew exactly how to make his blood boil. And she was doing a good job of it.
"I left you because I was hurting you and you didn't even know it!" "I wasn't hurting. I knew what I was getting myself into from the beginning. I prepared myself." "No you don't get it." Bret said. "I was sleeping around with other girls when we were together. I couldn't bring myself to tell you. I knew you were so in love with me. I love you too, but I just couldn't stop." Nicole stared at the Canadian for a long time. Taking in every word he had just said. "You're kidding me right? Please tell me you're kidding." she said standing up, pacing the room. Bret just shook his head. "You said you loved me! That we would be together. But the whole time you were off fucking other sluts!" Nicole thought for a moment, while Bret sat there. "Now I know why you said it wouldn't last. Because I would find out eventually. How many?" Bret looked up, "What?" "How many girls did you sleep with behind my back?" He sighed, "I don't know Nic." "Dammit! How many?" "How the hell should I know? Over 15 I guess."
The brunette held her head in her hands for a long time. This entire relationship was a lie. From the very beginning. Nicole stormed towards the door, but Bret got there before her and blocked the doorway. "Move," she said. "No, I'm not letting you out of here like this." "Like what? Pissed the fuck off?" Bret grabbed her arms and made her stand there. "Listen I really did love you, and I still do. I never wanted to hurt you, that's why I left. You needed someone who could be with you and have an open relationship with. Not my old ass." "But I wanted you," she said. "I didn't care about the age difference or anything. I loved you for you."
There were tears in her eyes now. Bret moved his finger over face, to catch the falling tears. He leaned forward and pushed his head against hers. "I love you sweetheart." he kissed her softly. "I love you so much."
Well I'm going to end that chapter there. You guys didn't expect that did ya? Nope, me either lol. That kinda came out of nowhere. Hope you girls like it. I was determined to finish this chapter and publish it today. Since it's 7:02 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep yet. Please review!