Shattered Hearts

Chapter Twenty Four

"Owen you put your hands on my wife and that is something I can't forgive. Brother or not, the minute you opened that door and took Rain and twisted her into the Sharpshooter causing her pain you overstepped the mark. This Saturday night at Summerslam I am going to put you back in your place!" There was a roar of approval from the crowd as Bret paced the ring, looking furiously at the entrance as if expecting Owen to appear. When his brother's music played, he stood still, hands on hips waiting for him to show his face. Owen appeared on the ramp to a chorus of boos, a microphone in his hand.

"I told you I would do whatever it takes to get you in the ring, Bret. You only have yourself to blame. You think you're better than me but you're not! I've had Mom on the phone, crying her eyes out that I might give you another concussion. She knows I'm the strongest and the fastest of us. I'm bigger than you and I'm better than you. Your wife had better get used to visiting you at the emergency room because that's where you'll be heading to when I'm done with you. That massive ego of yours has put you here, Bret and when I'm done you'll be about twelve inches shorter as that head of yours shrinks!"

Bret coughed back a grin and managed to glare at his brother.

"Why wait for Summerslam? You think you're a hard man, Owen? All I see is a whiney little boy whose full of piss and vinegar and needs his ass whooping to put him in his place. Get your ass down here and we'll see who is better."

The crowd roared their approval as Owen stepped towards the ring, but then Vince came out, microphone in hand.

"Sorry gentleman but this match will not happen until Summerslam. You have both signed the contract to that effect. If either one of you touches the other before then I will fire you!"

Bret swore, away from the microphone and paced the ring like a caged tiger as Owen laughed on the ramp, shrugging his shoulders and holding his arms out.

"You heard the man, Bret," he said. "See you Friday when they'll add an s to the front of Hitman as I show you up for who you really are!"

"Yeah. Well you'll look like a rocket when I shoot you out of this damn ring when I'm done kicking your ass all round it!" Bret said hotly. Owen disappeared through the curtain and the Hitman's music played to rapturous applause. He continued to pace for a bit and then dropped from the ring, slapping hands as he went up the aisle, but keeping his angry expression until he was well through the curtain and could relax.

"You got a real thing about my head, Owen," he quipped. Owen shrugged.

"Well gotta pick on the obvious Bret. You've always had a big head. It was actually Rain's suggestion to go for your ego." Rain stared at him incredulous.

"You are such a liar Owen Hart! Bret get him in a Sharpshooter now for me so I can kick his butt!"

Owen laughed, grabbing her in a loose headlock and rubbing his fist on her head. Rain glared at him and then tossed him over her hip, just as Trish taught her to. Owen stared up from the floor, shocked.

"She just wrestled me!" he cried. "Bret, sort your wife out! She's not allowed to wrestle talent!l

"From where I was standing, Owen looked like you started it," said Vince, chuckling at them. "I'm gonna get you in that ring one of these days, Rain."

"No chance, Vince," she replied. "I'm happy writing the stories. I have no desire to be in one."

Bret laughed, reaching down a hand to help his brother to his feet and Rain grinned at them. Looking a little disgruntled Owen brushed himself off but then laughed.

"Never knew you were so strong," he said, grabbing her bicep. Rain giggled.

"You don't need to be strong for that move. That's why Trish taught it to me."