Hitman one bad dude
By BRET HART -- For The Calgary Sun
How about that rougher, tougher attitude the Calgary Hitmen are flaunting? They've always been relentless, but now they're downright ruthless!
Diamond Dallas Page has my U.S. title belt but he isn't celebrating. He's in too much pain and he's worried about if the Hitman destroyed his knee so bad that he'll never fight again. I won because he'll never be the same again. Even if his body heals, his mind won't. He's just found out there's a whole 'nother level of bad.
I hope his obsession with wanting to get back at me gets him through rehab faster. I can't wait to smash his other knee to smithereens, twist it out of its socket, and write the final page of DDP's career ... if I haven't already.
Happy Halloween came early for the Hitman when I turned the long-awaited dream match with Sting into his worst nightmare. Hey, I didn't bring the baseball bat, Sting did. I used it before he did. What do you think Sting brought the bat to the ring for, to challenge McGwire's record? Get real. I hope he doesn't waste too much time hiding in the hospital because I'm already planning to bash his brains in again.
Sting can blame me all he wants, you can blame me too, but why? Why blame me for giving the fans what they asked for? They wanted bad, they got bad. You think I've changed, but I haven't changed as much as you think. I keep my word and I keep my promises. How long have I been saying I'm in this for respect? These days, the badder you are the more respect you get. But that's only because they don't have a clue what bad is -- yet.
The audiences at Nitro don't know about guys like Dr. D. David Shultz, J.R. Foley, and the Dynamite Kid. You'd have to wake up pretty early in the morning to be badder than me. I learned bad from the baddest, on the receiving end. Now I'm dishing it out, with a few little twists and yanks of my own.
I have a theory that fans only think bad is cool because they've never seen the baddest of the bad. So I'm going to show them. It will get so ugly that they will beg me to have mercy on my tortured victims. There will be no mercy.
Look how far I was able to go when I was constrained by the rule book.
Now imagine what I can do without it.
One by one, anyone who gets in my way will become my latest example of what a rogue Hitman can do. Worse than the pain I will inflict on their bodies is the pain of a mind touched by evil. Those who heal will emerge stronger and meaner than ever before. They will pray upon the heroes until there are no more heroes.
When there's no more good, bad will become ordinary. That's when fans will search for a hero who can restore order and dignity to a lawless land.
Don't look to me to be your hero then. I'll beat your new hero to within an inch of his sorry life, wait for him to recover, spit in his face, and then beat him again. Will they cheer for this so-called hero to save them from the heinous Hitman? I doubt it will dawn on them that when the day comes that they're cheering for heroes again, I've already saved them -- from themselves.
I have to succumb to the mindset of evil in order to make things so bad that good will finally fight back. But having lived in the mind of darkness, will anyone be able to save The Hitman? Or will it be too late? Will it be written, in the perverse justice of it all, that in order to restore a love for heroes the Hitman became the biggest bastard of them all?
If you want to see what changed my attitude, watch the documentary HITMAN HART: WRESTLING WITH SHADOWS. It's available by calling 1-800-900-6952.
There are 1,100 seats open to my internet fans at a special charity premier screening in Toronto on Nov. 10 and due to the generosity of the sponsors, 100% of the ticket price will go to the Hospital for Sick Children. We'll view the film on the big screen and have a question and answer session, followed by a reception.
For tickets, call 1-416-870-8000. In next week's column, I'll have details about a charity screening here in Calgary.
I'd like to write about the documentary from my own personal perspective and that will only appear here in the Calgary Sun, so stay tuned during the next few weeks. One thing I've learned in the year that's past since the documentary was filmed is that you can't trust many people anymore.
I've suffered on account of it -- in the ring and out. I've had a hard lesson in the truth to the saying that nice guys finish last. I'm watching my back as best as I can and I don't really care what anybody thinks about it.
I've learned who my friends are -- and who they aren't. My friends will find out that loyalty is more important to me than ever -- and that's a two-way street. My enemies will find out that the price for betrayal is higher than the reward. Is that a threat, or a promise? What difference does it make? I always back up my threats and live up to my promises, so I've gotcha either way.