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@excellentexecution
| "I am: the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be." |
excellentexecution: Independent, private, semi-selective RP for Bret "the Hitman" Hart | Kayfabe focused and personal headcanon inspired | 21+ only | Crossover and OC friendly | NSFW/Mature themes | An adventure into the life of a belove brother, a dependable son, a hero who never quits.
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THE YOUNG ORTON BOY stares at the veteran. He wished he was more prepared, but inside his was nervous, and well he was in front of a veteran, someone who has been in this place for a long time. Randy makes a small frown.
He was honestly scared. He never thought he would be here at the big leagues, the best of the best. The urge to just hide or maybe call his dad. Take me home! He screamed in his head. It was 2002. Maybe.. there were better places elsewhere. He shakes the man's hand. ALREADY CAN BRETT TELL HE WAS NERVOUS ?
“ I hope to make dad proud! He.. it was his idea to let me go here, and erm.. I hope I make a good impression on you old folks – i mean.. veterans.” Randy said. GET IT TOGETHER ORTON. " Sir, wait you want me to go out there? I.. did not bring any.. gear.." Liar.
Tanned and strong but not yet calloused, the hand that accepted Bret's own was as innocent to the business as he'd once been. Recognized as familiar but not personally felt, from the outside of the ring where he watched his father work, adoringly admired his elder brothers. It was the sort of life that few boys experienced. A tale hardly shared with many others, despite the distance between their years, there was common ground with Randy. Fingers curled around his bones - gentle but firm, delicate yet scarred - embraced him with a reverence that the professional wrestling business had breathed into the Hitman. A respect that Stu had so earnestly engrained. A small start, though he couldn't shake the feeling that he was hiding something, Randy's first impression to Bret was a good one. A tender smile across his lips, hand pulled back and stuffed into a jean's pocket, Bret was more than confident that Bob would've felt the same. Crazy, still with an arm broken and nose crooked, somehow raised a decent son. Scared but decent, not as foolish nor as impulsive, akin to a viper who awaited the perfect chance to react.
Dry lips made wet by tongue, an unsureness overcame Bret. Not certain as to whether Randy was teasing him or telling the truth, the absence of gear was not the first of its kind. Surely, not the last, either. A desire to help bubbled low in his heart, a greater desire to not step another foot in a WWE arena. Wounds still so deep, bloody and gaping, Bret did the only thing he could think to do.
"Well, y'know, Randy, it's not the gear that makes a wrestler. It's the heart, what's inside of you. Still, I haven't yet seen a wrestler make a name for himself in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt."
A curious look, from the front doors to where he had parked his car in the lonely lot, Bret offered, a flick of his head in the direction, "they've seen better days, but if you'd like, I have an old pair of boots in the trunk of my car. You can have them. To be honest, I don't know why I have them in there. I don't know why I haven't just put them away. Guess I'm just trying to hold onto something long gone. It's not much, y'know, but it'll give you something to work with for tonight's show. They never let me down."
“Well there’s people out there that might think that Shawn Michaels is even a little bit cuter than I am.”
Bret Hart, Monday Night Raw, 10/21/96
Hi, friends. Just wanted to thank you for being so patient with me on here. My last two classes for college have REALLY been kicking my butt and taken up so much of my time. Please know, I do see your messages, threads, and other such goodness. I'm not ignoring you, and I do hope to get to writing soon. 🩷🖤
When the world is cruel, it needs a kind hand the most.
THE OFFICE Pool Party (8x12)
Stardew Valley Sentence Starters:
↳ Taken from a Summer, Year One playthrough.
"Whew… that was quite a workout, walking all the way up here."
"I came by to ask if you wanted to have dinner with us tonight!"
"Mmm… that crispy bass was delicious! That breading was out of this world…"
"I almost feel like part of the family, now."
"Hey. Sorry if I came off as rude when we first met. It takes me a while to warm up to strangers."
"My bracelet is gone! I know I had it on when I got here…"
"I’m just keeping an eye on my little brother. It’s good for him to get some fresh air on a day like this."
"To be honest, I have no idea if my old man will come back… "
"You scared me, sneaking into my room like that!"
"So I’ve been playing Journey of the Prairie King for hours and I can’t even beat the first level…"
"The air is so muggy I feel like I’m floating in soup."
"Figured I’d give you this recipe I had lying around. Try not to burn it."
"Have you come to ridicule me?"
"This is embarrassing… I lost my lucky purple shorts."
"Maybe I should cook something new and exciting today. Something spicy."
"I dunno what you did, but those raccoons haven’t been back since last week!"
"I spent three hours practicing my signature yesterday. I guess that’s pretty silly, huh?"
"If my hair wasn’t so popular with the ladies, I swear I’d shave it all off in a second."
"If you’re lucky, you might see a frog in this weather."
"I know what’s best for me. Who do you think you are, telling me how to live my life?"
"I woke up late, stepped out of the door and found myself in the middle of all this hubbub!"
"I’ll be back here by the trees… the air is a lot cooler."
"Why should I care about some random old guy?"
"I’m full, but what else is there to do besides eat?"
"It’s tiring to socialize with everyone… I’d rather watch the sea."
"To tell you the truth, I’d rather be fishing right now."
"The merpeople are curious about your festivities."
"Ow. You stepped on my foot."
"If you brought something for the potluck, make sure to add it to the soup cauldron."
"Do you like my bow?"
"So you’re a farmer, huh? At least it’s honest work."
"I made you a little treat this morning. Dig in!"
"Um… there appears to be some kind of… anomalous reading… I… don’t know what this means…"
"You’re not worried about this rain? That does put me at ease a little…"
"I don’t have to go into work today, so I’m not complaining."
"Are you alright? We’ve never seen anything like this before…"
"It’s a sign from the Almighty… we’re doomed…"
"I saw the weather report last night. It really gave me a scare!"
"Are there monsters out there? What’s happening?"
"I propose a round of drinks to settle the nerves!"
"I don’t think I’ve ever set foot in this place. It’s actually kind of cozy!"
"It’s situations like this where a person’s true character is put to the test."
"It’s hard to read. I feel a strong presence, though…"
"I want to go exploring, but my Mom is kind of worried. I don’t want to add to her stress."
"This may be a once in a lifetime opportunity!"
"Erm… if you see (name) , can you tell them I’m okay?"
"Well that was a dud. And here I thought it was finally my chance to be a hero. Oh well…"
"I’m just looking over last month’s earnings… and it’s not looking very good."
"Every time I try something new it goes horribly wrong."
"I wouldn’t want anything getting in the way of her bright future, know what I mean?"
"Whenever I see a banana slug, I feel like it’s a sign of good luck."
"One sec... I gotta beat this level."
"Oh, you're a bit different than the others, aren't you? Just like me..."
"Don't worry, I'll nurse you back to health, little one. Everything will be alright."
"Of course... some guy shows up wearing the same outfit as me. How embarrassing!"
"Where I come from, they call me 'Trout Man.' "
"I spent five years learning how to think like a trout. Pretty simple, actually: food, food, food, lay eggs, rest, eat more food..."
"Any luck? Most of the bites I'm getting are from the mosquitos..."
"What's your plan? Don't you ever think about the future?"
"I love to come in here for a fresh cup of tea every day."
"Life isn't fair, and I can't help but feel bitter about it."
"I thought we had something special... I guess I was wrong."
"It's got three times the sorbitol for a thick, sweet blast. And it's cheaper than water!"
"The world-class science team at Joja Headquarters have determined that 'Joja Bluu' does not cause a significant erosion of the stomach lining."
"If I knew how to use a sword I would be exploring those caves by the mountain lake right now."
"Sorry, I was just thinking about some gadgets I'm making."
"I've decided I'm going to build a robot someday."
"I definitely don't want to go swimming, if that's what you're about to ask."
"Well, summer's over. To be honest, I'll be happy to say goodbye to these blasted mosquitos!"
"How did you find me back here? I thought I was well-hidden."
"What, why are you looking at me like that? You think I'm too old to enjoy something like this?"
"Life is so easy for a jellyfish... just letting the waves carry you onward forever."
"I thought I saw something moving in there... something big, something dark."
"I can't believe summer's over... I feel like it just started."
"Look out there, at the endless sea. Deep underwater, all kinds of life forms are moving around in the dark. Eerie, isn't it?"
"I wore my special shoes tonight... no one noticed."
Bret Hart, Prime Time Wrestling 1/12/88
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It's never too late to fix something... They taught me that.
Without realizing it sometimes Kyleigh could be kind of pushy about her love of books and the way she would recommend them to anyone that would listen. But with Bret right now in that store she didn't feel as if she was being that way and he didn't seem to mind. He always felt so easy going and relaxed when he was with her, of course he should because he wasn't The Hitman, he was his true self. And she was so proud of that, able to bring out a side of him that maybe not many could. Of course she had to giggle a bit when she saw the flush on his own cheeks at the mention of those book covers but she wasn't stupid. She saw the women that came to the shows, probably had no clue what any of it was about but they saw him and decided that was what they wanted. Hair teased to hell, make up in layers, and clothes that barely covered much of anything. No she wasn't judging them, in a way the half lycan was a bit jealous. She showed up to work in jeans and worn t-shirts, ready to get sweaty and dirty with the best of them. But it was what she loved to do and her friendship with Bret was just a happy little side effect of that. Didn't mean she didn't catch the women that threw themselves at him and the others and think; what in the fuck was attractive about that?
Shaking her head to get rid of those thoughts she forced herself to focus on that moment, it being just the two of them in a quiet store in yet another city she forgot the name of. The smell of old and new literature mixing together with a hint of whatever cologne the man had on. If she could stay there with Bret forever she would, but the earth kept turning and life kept on going. Every time he mentioned his large family it reminded her just how many of them there were, and she couldn't help but wonder how the hell his parents did it. Did any of them get the short end of the stick? Or did each get the attention they deserved? Was it pure chaos or a happy mess? Kyleigh clung to each word in the story, loving that Bret felt free enough with her to let her take a peak into his younger life. She had grown up with friends that had siblings so she knew how torturous they could be towards each other. It did not surprise her that his brother decided to pick on him for reading such a classic, her hand coming to rest softly on his shoulder in consolation.
"First of all, that is a true classic and I enjoyed it as well. Second of all, the next time I see that brother of yours I'm going to give him the noogie of a lifetime for that. Reading and loving it is a very attractive quality to have and it helps the mind grow. Third of all, I agree completely. If I hadn't discovered books when I was younger I don't know where I would be right now. I was the 'weird' one on the street anyway, so sometimes these things were the only friends I had."
There had always been rumors around the neighborhood about her family, but Kyleigh never paid much attention to them. Aunt Joan told her that if the kids didn't like her it wasn't her fault, it was theirs. So she believed it was true until she got old enough to just not care any longer. Then when she was eighteen her entire world was rocked so it was hard for her to believe anything. Excdept if it came from Bret, he was very easy to believe and trust in. Something she wasn't quite sure how to feel about just yet. The human part of her wanted to stop it immediately; she wasn't supposed to get close to anyone. She was too dangerous, too feral, not good enough. But the lycan part was so curious, wanted to dig deep into Bret's soul and stay there for as long as possible.
Realizing that he was holding out another book for her, Kyleigh snapped back to reality and gently took it from his hand. There was a passing warmth in the quick touch, a smile crossing her face before she inspected the front and back covers. "A beautiful woman finds herself lost in the woods on a moonlit night, unaware of the beast that stalks her every movement, captivated by her scent…" She murmured as she scanned the words. "Yeah that definitely doesn't really scream romance, but I haven't met a book I didn't want to read just yet."
Climbing down the last rungs of the ladder she was back on solid ground, once more having to tilt her head back to look Bret in the face. The books they had weren't new by any means, but with the amount of them combined they couldn't be that cheap either. His offer to pay for them all was so sweet it melted a bit more of her frozen heart, her smile growing despite the fact she hated the way it looked on her.
"Bret! That's so sweet! Are you sure it's not too much? I can chip in..."
A comfort that he wasn't so used to, didn't always like, Kyleigh's hand on his shoulder was the first touch in many that Bret didn't shrink away from. Neither curled into himself or reared back, her warmth upon his skin was soothing, the sort of gentleness that had been missed. Passed between the barriers of flesh and cotton, a favorite dark blue tee, nestled into the loneliest corners of the heart and stayed there. So renowned for a scrupulous nature, carefulness and conscientiousness that wasn't shared amongst all in the Hart family, the quiet son who was often alone. Ached for a friend - had Owen but not all the time, not always was granted the chance of Dean, Keith, or Ross, only occasionally could be surrounded by Diana or Allison - someone beyond the ties of kin, not bound to the life of professional wrestling. Earnestly desired someone that could know him better; to be considered not a freak who read too much or drew too silly, a man who amounted to more than the name he carried. Branded the golden boy and tried to live up to the title, to make the ones back in Calgary proud, to have finally found that friend in Kyleigh was worth the wait, the years spent doodling in a sketch book, wondering and hoping.
Delicately leaned into her touch, subtle but loud for someone like he, Bret already begun to plan the mentioned trip, to see for himself firsthand Bruce receive his karma. An arm around his neck and tanned knuckles to his blonde head, the revenge that the Hitman hadn't been able to enforce, much too tolerant and much too patient. Not the eldest but certainly the one with the most responsibilities, it was hard to believe that the old tale that concerned Black Beauty solely involved a horse and an English countryside. Always jealous, never happy; in the deepest pits of his stomach, where nerves threatened to turn, Bret knew that Bruce held much against him. Mentioned as much in all the years they grew, from the aged mats in the Dungeon to the bloodstained canvas of Stampede. There was reason that it was the Bulldog, not the Hitman, who earned Bruce's favor when the Intercontinental Championship was on the line. Bruce was the second son who couldn't fulfill a father's dreams. Bret was the fifth brother who couldn't win over another brother's affection, not entirely.
Kyleigh and Calgary destined to be together soon, somehow and someway, with the sunlight that peaked between window glass, the beauty that she never excessively obsessed over became clear. Revealed more and more as she climbed her way down from the ladder, the traces of gold to be discovered in her eyes, the sharpness in her smile, pronounced but not horrid. Casual and always cool, Kyleigh was more gorgeous than she ever wanted to admit, far too pretty to have been in the profession that she was skilled for. Talented and smart, better than the men in the same crew and the best investment that the WWF had made in years, much too good to have been around someone like the Hitman, least he so believed. An ugly face that was painted in hardened lines and softened scars; the visage of an athlete who did everything to the absolute, who couldn't quit even if he wanted to. Seated lazily beside the women in tight skirts and low-cut blouses, the men who watched the WWF shows could never take their eyes away from Kyleigh if they caught a glimpse of her. A quick reveal from behind the black velvet curtain, from beyond the halls and corridors; like birds, they would preen, flex their muscles and flash their teeth. Practically drool and yearn with an anticipation that was almost too desperate.
Memories that made him wince in nausea if he thought about them too much, it was the closest that Bret would come to admitting jealousy. A horrible monster that would hide beneath frowned lips and saddened eyes, far from an explosive outburst but surely just as painful to endure. Bret was her friend; he cared for Kyleigh as he would for any other, adored her like the family he associated with, blood and not. But ever so was he a friend of instinct. Disciplined to protect, to keep safe, she wore not his colors or his emblem, but Kyleigh was welcomed to the Hitman's sentimentalities. He couldn't keep but worry about her, even when knowing she could more than handle her own problems. Weakness was not a quality to be noted in Kyleigh. Small in stature but not feeble, she had tended to her life before Bret came into it, he knew that she would do so after. Nevertheless, like a spark or fire in the softest parts of his belly, the protectiveness enflamed. Emotion that showcased in how he held their bundle, a sudden, tightened grip to romantic space adventurers and Americana classics, a nod that made his words less out of politeness and rather honest truth.
Made stride toward the checkout counter, not rushed or widely spaced, Bret led he and Kyleigh in the direction that was occupied by a mother and her teen daughter, a man of grandfatherly years, and a woman who didn't seem sure of her intended purchase, the start of the line.
"No, really, don't worry about it. You've done enough for me already, going out for lunch and then coming to the bookstore. It was nice, y'know. I don't always get the chance. I'm not always able to take time for myself. Especially with all the bullshit that Austin and Michaels put me through. All the messes that McMahon likes to get me involved with. It's been too long."
A heavy sigh, a weight that he didn't intend to acknowledge but did so anyway, Bret's lips pressed together in a firm line, the anger toward himself for a tragedy not so old, then.
"Y'know, Kyleigh... I never did apologize about what happened before between you and me, the Hart Foundation. I never meant to get you mixed up in my problems with Stone Cold. I never wanted you to become part of that. I know that you're tough and that you can handle your own, but I don't like to think about you possibly getting hurt because of that bastard, because of me. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm sorry. I really am. I only want the best for you - even if the actions of my family don't always show that, the things that I do. Your friendship has been one of the best things to have happened to me. I hope that today has proven that."
Donkey Kong Country Sentence Starters:
❛❛ It must have been hard work, for you to come all this way! ❜❜
❛❛ Don't expect any help from me, either. ❜❜
❛❛ Well, well! I didn't expect to see YOU today! ❜❜
❛❛ It's hard to find peace and quiet any more, with you around! ❜❜
❛❛ Sure, come on over! Beats talking to myself... ❜❜
❛❛ We never had any of this fancy 3-D stuff! Oh no, we had to survive on what we had! ❜❜
❛❛ I don't know why I'm telling you all this. You didn't listen last time! ❜❜
❛❛ What'cha do that for?! I was having a nice nap. ❜❜
❛❛ Arrrrgh! This story's even worse than Donkey Kong Country's. ❜❜
❛❛ I knew it! You've come to beg for my help again, haven't you? Well, I'm not going to tell you anything this time! ❜❜
❛❛ Come on in! Have yourselves a look 'round and buy some of this trash, why don't you? ❜❜
❛❛ Pick a subject! I know everything about this game! ❜❜
❛❛ Not enough, man! I got a new surfboard to pay for! ❜❜
❛❛ It's easy to play! ❜❜
❛❛ I can't believe how stupid you... er, I mean, hard luck. ❜❜
❛❛ Come on in and sit down. I'm sure all that running around has made you tired. ❜❜
❛❛ I'll trade you that stupid yellow bird that keeps getting feathers in my hot tub. ❜❜
❛❛ Hey there, how's it going? I'm off on another hot date later - haven't got time to talk! ❜❜
❛❛ I miss that stupid yellow bird, you know. The house seems empty without it. ❜❜
❛❛ I'm sure the answer to my problem is staring me right in the face - but I just can't see it! ❜❜
❛❛ That's a shame. It might have been the answer to my problems. ❜❜
❛❛ Haven't you got a moral code to think of? ❜❜
❛❛ Oh! Thank goodness! At last somebody has found me! ❜❜
❛❛ You did it, you did it! You've found all of my children. ❜❜
❛❛ I used to be a scuba diver, but I've given it up. ❜❜
❛❛ This bird is a friendly fellow, isn't he? He flew in once, so I decided to keep him. ❜❜
❛❛ Have you seen my shell collection? It's nearly complete! ❜❜
❛❛ Here's the bird - please take care of him. ❜❜
❛❛ I'd swear he's been working on some super secret project. But I reckon it's just some silly pipe dream! ❜❜
❛❛ Dirty!? I'd take a look in a mirror if I were you. ❜❜
❛❛ Well, if you want it back, it's gonna cost ya. ❜❜
❛❛ That's no way to talk to somebody as good - looking as me! ❜❜
❛❛ What have you done? My wife's going to kill me! ❜❜
❛❛ And I'd have gotten away with it, if it weren't for you meddling kids! ❜❜
❛❛ I'm the master chef around here, and I reckon it's about time your goose was cooked! ❜❜
❛❛ Good morning! What would you like to know? ❜❜
❛❛ Would you like to purchase this fine specimen? ❜❜
❛❛ Well, once I got to the castle grounds, I saw a sign which said 'Keep right off our land!', so I ran off! ❜❜
❛❛ Well, if that's your attitude, then you can get your coat and be on your way! ❜❜
❛❛ Yes, it's true me and my brother look alike, but we are quite different, really. ❜❜
❛❛ Well, thanks for nothing! I hope you catch a cold out there! ❜❜
❛❛ How ever did you find me? My house was completely buried under the snow! ❜❜
❛❛ Did he like my present? It took me ages to think of what to get him. ❜❜
❛❛ I-I'm afraid you're a little early for the party. That is, if anybody bothers to come at all. ❜❜
❛❛ What's that red circle on the calendar? Oh... sigh... It's nothing of importance. ❜❜
❛❛ A present... for me? Oh! Thank you, you've really made my day! Let's have a look inside! ❜❜
❛❛ Hi, stick around if you like. And feel free to have some tea and cake! ❜❜
❛❛ So you think you're going to find everything in the game, eh? You don't even know there's a Lost World, do you? ❜❜
❛❛ I can't believe you found the Lost World on your own! I bet you cheeky so and so's used Nintendo Power's guide! ❜❜
❛❛ Whoops, I think I just let the cat out of the bag. ❜❜
❛❛ I can't believe I just said that. ❜❜
❛❛ The rest of the folks have stuck me up in here. Something about me being too dangerous or something. ❜❜
❛❛ I don't know how you did it, and I don't think I want to know, either! ❜❜
❛❛ Hey, are you trying to shortchange me? The last person who tried that hasn't landed yet! ❜❜
❛❛ Perhaps you should go and play with your dollies instead! ❜❜
❛❛ I'm all out of explosives. ❜❜
❛❛ It's been too dry to grow anything. ❜❜
❛❛ I love plants, don't you? They're so beautiful. This picture reminds me of those I can't grow anymore. ❜❜
❛❛ You've got one! A perfect Flupperius Petallus Pongus. ❜❜
❛❛ I've finished studying its abilities - some of them are quite magical, I'll have you know! ❜❜
❛❛ What do you think you're doing, coming into my cabin without asking? ❜❜
❛❛ See that river bank race? I ran that in 01:15:00. You couldn't do it in double that time. ❜❜
❛❛ Just look at all these fine trophies. The only way you'd ever win one is if they gave them away in cereal packets. ❜❜
❛❛ Where are your manners? I'm sure I didn't see you wipe your feet on my 'Unwelcome' mat. ❜❜
❛❛ Yoooou've made me ssssooooo angry! ❜❜
❛❛ Take this bird. I'm sure it will come in useful... somehow. ❜❜
❛❛ There are far too many boss fights in games nowadays. ❜❜
❛❛ Why can't these game developers come up with something more interesting? ❜❜
❛❛ Man, I love chocolate! ❜❜
❛❛ Finders keepers, man! ❜❜
❛❛ What's up? Have you got me anything new I can use? ❜❜
❛❛ What we're needing is some sort of spare part situation, you dig? ❜❜
❛❛ I'm a few parts short for my new invention! ❜❜
❛❛ Well, you gave it your best shot. It's just a pity that you missed! ❜❜
❛❛ Have you seen my glasses? I put them down somewhere, but I can't remember where! ❜❜
❛❛ It's looking cold out there today. I hope you've wrapped up warm. ❜❜
❛❛ I love this bird that you've found! It's an energetic little thing, isn't it? ❜❜
❛❛ All you ever seem to do in these games is shoot this or jump on that. Why don't they make games about knitting? ❜❜
❛❛ Ssshhhhh! I'm on my last life, and you're breaking my concentration! ❜❜
❛❛ Can you help? I can't get off this level - and I've been playing it for weeks! ❜❜
