OOC: Are you serious, no one even has Hogan and Nash as characters.
*Bret Hart's music hits and he comes to the ring*
Bret Hart: Again, I get no match and I'm getting tired and frustrated of this. I tried respecting you, I tried to be nice which is rare from me but since nothing works, I'll make something work. I am now putting the whole WWE on notice, even that so called best of SmackDown, John Morrison and Dylan, both of you are good for nothing pieces of sh!t. You are both overhyped and I'm going to prove that I am the best on SmackDown and that I deserve a title shot. I'm frickin tired of this, the best there is, was, and ever will be deserves respect and I'm going to get one way or another
*Hart drops the mic and heads backstage where he finds Jim and they head to the locker rooms*
*Neidhart and Hart find Helms*
Hart: Hey buddy, you think you are all hot with the World Heavyweight Championship around your waist. Well I got two words for you and they aren't suck it. They are bull sh!t. I'm going to show you what happens when you make the Hitman angry.
*Neidhart grabs Helms and slams him into a wall nearby and Hart starts to kick Helms while he is down as Neidhart gets a table. Hart then gets Helms in the Sharpshooter until Neidhart gets the table. Neidhart sets up the table and Hart gets Helms to his feet. Hart then puts Helms on the other side of the table and grabs his head. Hart neckbreakers Helms onto the table and Neidhart gets a chair.
Hart: Eat table trash
*Neidhart slams Helms face into a chair until Helms starts to bleed from the forehead*
Hart: Eh, security, I found this guy in the floor in a bloddy mess, I think he needs an ambulence.
*Hart and Neidhart leave as security tends to get Helms out of there*
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