Shawn Michaels entered the small room and took a seat. There was a huge, thick divider to the right of him that prevented him from seeing Bret's face. Shawn scoffed. Not that he cared about seeing Bret anymore, but he thought it was a little ridiculous for Bret to act like this. The lights started flashing and a camera was now right in his face. "Alright Shawn. It's almost time to start. We're about to bring Bret out now."

"Alright. Thanks Chris." Chris smiled at his long time idol before taking a seat out front. It was hard trying to get the two men to sit down but Chris just had to do this interview. For starters, both Shawn and Bret had done several interviews but not one of them to date revealed the whole truth. It was the same as always – Bret's side and Shawn's defense. But Chris Irvin had an idea. He went to Vince McMahon begging him to let him do a special Highlight Reel. After all, it was now approaching the 12th anniversary of Montreal and what better way to celebrate its infamous moment in wrestling history than to talk with the participants of the match. Vince listened to Chris' argument with an open mind. In the end, Vince said he could do it but only on certain conditions.

First of all, the interview had to be taped at the WWE Headquarters in Stamford. That way, the two men didn't have to worry about the fans chanting things (especially Shawn) and the environment would be completely nonbiased. Secondly, it was up to Chris to get in contact with Bret. Vince never begged anyone for a thing in his life and he certainly wasn't about to start with Bret. Chris wasted no time calling up a few favors from friends in Canada. Three days later he was on the phone with Bret making the arrangements. It took some begging and some intense negotiating but in the end, Montreal's own agreed to do the interview. He asked that he and Shawn be separated hence the divider. He also asked that only Chris, Shawn, and the camera guy be in the room. Otherwise he wouldn't do it. Chris was only too happy to agree to this even though he was sure he'd hate the intense tension. Oh well…Just a small price to pay for such a great interview. Chris looked up from his chair to see Bret entering the room. He took his seat in the chair next to the divider. He was wearing some nice jeans and a black tee as well as his favorite shades. Shawn was also dressed comfortably on the other side wearing only some jeans and a white tank.

"So when do we start?" Bret asked. "I'm ready to get this show on the road if ya know what I mean." Chris was a little taken back but shrugged it off. Bret was also a hero of his so he had to be careful not to offend either man. Chris signaled for the camera guy to get ready and then he took his seat.

"Alright ladies, gentleman and all of you people in the WWE Universe. Welcome to this very special edition of the Highlight Reel. As you know, this year will mark the 12th Anniversary of what has been deemed the 'Montreal Screwjob' and what better way to celebrate it than to speak with the persons involved. I spoke with Vince who has decided to let you two gentlemen have this one. Now then, I guess I should start with Shawn."

"Please by all means start with motor-mouth over there," Bret mumbled. Shawn bit his lip to suppress a chuckle.

"I'm choosing to ignore that and Chris, go ahead. I'll answer anything you ask."

"Uh…ahem. Alright then. So my first question. Shawn, did you know about it?"

"Of course he knew!" Bret snapped. Shawn rolled his eyes.

"I believe he was asking me and yes Chris I knew. I knew about everything," he sang. Bret gripped the side of his chair tighter to relieve some of his anger.

"I always knew you were a pathological liar." Shawn turned to face him forgetting momentarily that there was a divider in place. He took a deep breath suppressing his anger. He was not going to let Bret get to him. Not today. Today was about getting his side of the story out not indulging Bret's over sensitive ego.

"So by knew, you mean you knew what you were supposed to do?"

"That's right Chris. I knew about the plan from start to finish."

"Alright Shawn. Well I guess the next question will have to be who came up with it?"

"Well there was no one person who came up with it. Hunter and I stormed Vince's office one day demanding to know what Bret was planning to do. The pay per view was fast approaching and I still had no idea if I was going to be put over or not. If Canada's hero here was taking his sweet little time letting everyone know about his—

"Oh that's bullshit and you know it," Bret snapped. "By then, everyone including you and your temporary boyfriend knew about my leaving." Bret resisted the urge to bang his fist on the wall between them but it was hard – real hard.

"For your information Bret, we knew that you asked to get out of your contract but none of us knew what Vince was going to do. Yeah people were talking in the locker rooms but you of all people should know where listening to backstage gossip will get you."

"Backstage gossip can save you a lot of heartache in the long run. I often wish I'd have listened to some of the guys." Shawn opened his mouth to say something but Chris cut him off.

"Okay, okay. Back to the matter at hand." Chris cleared his throat and loosened his tie a bit. The temperature in the room seemed to have risen a considerable amount of degrees even though they'd only been inside for ten minutes. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all… Chris sighed. "Alright Bret. Here's one for you. In response to Shawn's answer of not knowing about your plans, what do you have to say to that?" Bret shook his head.

"I'd have to say Shawn's a liar. Always have been and always will be. He knew that I was planning to leave the company because I told him before I told anyone else."

"Like hell I knew!" Shawn turned to the semi-see through wall, his face contorted with rage and disbelief. "You're so quick to call me a liar Bret but what about all the lies you told? Huh? What about the lies you're telling Chris now?" he challenged. Chris raised his hands.

"Now, now wait a second Shawn. Just calm—

"I won't calm down Chris," he growled. "We both said we would tell the truth and by God the truth will come out today. Tell him Bret. Tell him how everyone and their mama knew you were leaving except me." Bret's lips curled into a teasing smile. He's angry… I love it!

"Well if that's the case then you just lied yourself." Shawn scoffed.

"I should have known. Chris this is pointless. All he's doing is turning all his lies back on me. We're about to start another circle – a cycle of never ending lies – and in the end you'll know no more about the mess than you knew coming into this. We can't resolve this issue Chris unless some people learn to grow up."

"Oh like you?" Bret asked grinning on the other side. Shawn cursed under his breath.

"I can't do this Chris. I'm sorry. I…I gotta get out of this room." Shawn stood to leave and darted for the door.

"Just like you to run away when you feel you can't handle things on your own. And you said I'm the one who needs to grow up?" Bret scoffed. "You're the same, scared little boy I knew once upon a time. You haven't changed a bit…Scarlett." Shawn's hand froze on the door handle sending the temperature rising another ten degrees. Chris readied himself just in case Shawn decided to go around the divider after Bret but he did not. Instead, Shawn quietly walked back to his chair taking a seat again. Chris looked back and forth between the two men. Shawn looked absolutely livid while Bret was clearly amused. How quickly the momentum shifts between the two of them. I am in for one hell of an interview. Not knowing what else to say right now, Chris decided to give the two some time to cool off.

"Uh…we'll take a short break and then continue in five. I'm going to get some drinks." Chris quickly left the room leaving the two rivals alone. As soon as Chris left Bret laughed.

"Still doesn't take much to get you riled up. You're as feisty as ever." Shawn rolled his eyes.

"Some people just have a way of getting under my skin."

"Means I haven't lost my touch." Shawn smirked.

"Neither have I Bret." Neither have I.

"Alright guys. Are we ready to answer more questions?" Chris tossed both men a bottle of water before taking his seat again. This time, he left his jacket elsewhere deciding that conducting this interview in full suit was just pointless. Though the two guys seemed alright for now, Chris was sure it was bound to get ugly again sooner or later.

"I'm ready," Bret answered. "Don't know about Scarlett over there though."

"Shawn is ready," he answered. "And don't call me Scarlett." Bret smirked.

"Whatever you say dear." Chris cleared his throat.

"Okay then. I guess…we'll pick up where we left off. Er…Shawn, if Bret didn't tell you he was leaving himself, can you remind him and the rest of the Universe how you found out this news?" Shawn remained deathly silent for several seconds staring at his bottle of water. Just what have I gotten myself into? Bret… Shawn closed his eyes trying to figure out the best way to answer the question truthfully.

"Oh damn I'll answer," Bret grumbled. "Shawn probably found out from some really good friends of mine. You know, some of that backstage gossip that people should learn to ignore." Shawn looked over towards Bret frowning. I guess he does want to avoid going there…

"Shawn the way Bret answered just now implies that you had a habit of listening to backstage rumors or gossip." Shawn grinned.

"Well, sometimes it's hard to ignore the gossip, especially when it involves your own good name."

"You should have been used to it by then Scarlett," he grinned. "Seems like your 'good' name was always part of the backstage gossip."

"It's not like you didn't know," Shawn retorted. "Didn't stop you from pursuing what you wanted." And just that quickly Bret's smug grin was wiped off his face. He stared towards the divider with a cold look on his face.

"Uh…yeah. So Shawn, tell me what the guys were saying? If you can name specific people—

"His lying ass boyfriend told him I was leaving," Bret snapped. Shawn's jaw just dropped.

"Boyfriend? My lying…" Shawn scoffed. "Bret please. Please don't do this. You're opening a door that needs to stay closed but if you think for one second that I'm just going to sit here and let you bury me with your side of the story then you are dead wrong." Shawn lowered his voice sending chills down Bret and Chris' spines. "If you go there then I'll go there – and full force too. I will defend myself by any means necessary because you are on my terf now Bret. No more interviews with Bret loving whores from Canada. Just you, me, and the camera." Shawn giggled. "Try me. Just try me and I swear to God I'll tell it all." Bret quickly stood to his feet irritated by Shawn's ultimatum. Just who does he think he is? He slammed his hands against the divider making Shawn jump.

"Then it's on," he growled. "I don't care what you tell. Go there if you want. That's what you want to do anyway." Shawn jumped to his feet pressing his nose to the divider. Both men could just barely make out their counterparts due to the way the glass was made but that didn't matter.

"I don't want to go there Bret. The only reason I agreed to do the interview was because I wanted to prove to you that I wasn't afraid to apologize in person. I was going to answer all of Chris' questions straight forward but you…you had to pick a fight with me and here we are; separated by a stupid wall because you're too afraid to face me."

"I'm not afraid to face anyone. I just don't want to see you." Shawn lowered his voice to barely a whisper.

"The reason you don't want to see my face isn't because you hate me. It's because you're afraid to see my face when I apologize to you." Bret's body began shaking with fury but Shawn continued on. To Chris, it looked as though Shawn had no idea what he was doing to Bret but Chris was wrong. Shawn knew exactly what he was doing because he knew Bret. He knew Bret all too well and was going to push him over the edge by the end of this interview. Shawn smiled. "You're afraid Bret that if you look at me, you'll have to accept my sincere apology and thus prove to the world that you're not a complete jerkoff like everyone says you are."

"I think you're wrong."

"Oh? Well let me try again. Oh right let's see…Ahh I know. I wonder what happens to someone like yourself who never got over—

"Shut up!" Bret yelled. "How dare you even…? I can't believe you just…"

"Looks like you're not the only one who can get under someone's skin." Shawn took his seat again and went to drinking on his water leaving Bret standing in fit of fury. I hate him! I hate Shawn so much! The audacity! For him to even think that I… Bret leaned against the glass. I should have the divider removed so I can see his face. No…no I can't. It hurts too much looking at him on TV. I can only imagine what it'll be like looking in his face. Bret let out a deep breath before taking his seat again. By now, Chris was starting to get jumpy. Ask the wrong question and God knows what'll happen.

"Alright guys please. Can we…continue now?" Since no one answered Chris decided to change the direction a bit. A fresh question. "Okay. How about we try something else? Bret, what exactly made you want to leave the WWE for the rival company?"

"I believe Shawn can answer that."

"He was motivated to leave because he couldn't handle the competition here," Shawn answered dryly. "I was a bit too much for him so—

"Yeah you're right. Vince would do anything for his precious Scarlett. I was just in the way."

"Whatever Bret," Shawn mumbled. "I was being sarcastic. The hell if I know why he wanted to leave. Bret never struck me as the money hungry type so I dunno. Maybe I was wrong about him. I've been wrong about a lot of people in my time. Who's to say Bret was any different?"

"Same could be said about you. I thought I knew you Shawn and then you—

"I did nothing and you know it! You left ME! Not the other way around." Bret stood to his feet again pressing his face to the wall that divided them.

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME NO CHOICE! I WASN'T GOING TO HANG AROUND AND BE HUMILIATED ANY LONGER! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IT FELT TO HAVE THE ENTIRE LOCKER ROOM WHISPERING BEHIND MY BACK?!"

"OF COURSE I KNEW!" Shawn screamed.

"Then you should be able to understand why I did it then."

"I've always been talked about Bret. I've been talked about all my life but I didn't let that stop me from doing what I love or leaving the people I cared about most." There was another wave of awkward silence filling the small room. Chris didn't know if should leave them or try and proceed. It looks like there's a lot more to Montreal than meets the eye but there's no way we'll get anywhere else today. Chris cleared his throat.

"Uh…Shawn…Bret, how about we pick this up tomorrow sometime?"

"NO!" they both shouted. Chris practically jumped out of his chair.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. I'll…We'll continue in a moment when you two are ready."

"WE'RE READY!" they shouted. Both men stormed back to their seats seething with anger. Chris cleared his throat. Now for round two…I guess…