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Montreal Screwup Job

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Backstage at the Montreal Screwjob, Y/n stood with their children, anxiously watching the unfolding events of the match. As Bret Hart's wife, she knew how important this night was for him. Little did she know the shocking betrayal that awaited them.

The tension in the air was thick as Y/n witnessed the merciless plot unfold on the monitor. Her heart sank as Shawn Michaels locked Bret into the sharpshooter, and then, the sound of the bell rang through the arena. It was over. Bret had been robbed of his championship title right before their eyes.

A surge of anger coursed through Y/n's veins as she hastily made her way through the chaos backstage. The emotions within her were too powerful to be contained. She sought out Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels, the architects of this despicable act, determined to vent her fury.

When Y/n finally found them, there was fire in her eyes and venom in her words. She unleashed a torrent of curses and accusations, expressing her disbelief and disgust at their deceitful actions. Her voice echoed through the halls, causing heads to turn and ears to listen.

Through it all, Bret watched, his face a mix of pain and frustration. He felt the weight of the betrayal crushing him, but seeing Y/n standing up for him so fiercely, he knew he wasn't alone in this battle.

As the adrenaline subsided, Y/n's anger gave way to worry and sadness. She approached Bret, their children close by her side, their expressions mirroring concern and love. Y/n gently reached out, her hand finding its place on Bret's arm, grounding him in their unwavering support.

In a moment of vulnerability, Bret slumped against a nearby wall, emotionally drained. Y/n moved closer, enveloping him in her embrace, offering solace in their shared pain. Together, they held back tears, finding strength in each other's presence.

Their children, sensing the heaviness in the room, stepped forward. With teary eyes, they spoke words of comfort and admiration for their father. They expressed their appreciation for his unwavering dedication, his unmatched talent, and the love he had shown them throughout their lives.

In that moment, Y/n and their children became Bret's pillars of strength. Their words of love and gratitude broke through the darkness, reminding him of the impact he had made as a husband and father. The pain of the betrayal still lingered, but with Y/n and their children by his side, Bret knew he would rise above it all.

Together, they would navigate the aftermath of the Montreal Screwjob, supporting each other unconditionally and ensuring that the bond of their family remained unbreakable.

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Pampering Bret

As the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains,I woke up with a smile on my face, knowing that today was going to be a I woke up special day. Today, I would pamper Bret, the with a smile on my face love of my, already consumed by thoughts of life, and show him just pampering Bret. Today was the day I how much he wanted to show meant to me. As the sun streamed through the curtains, him just how much I loved I tipto and appreciated himed out of. With excitement bed and started bubbling in preparing for the my chest, I slipped out perfect day ahead.

I headed of bed and to the kitchen tiptoed and brewed Bret to the kitchen's favorite coffee to prepare his, the rich aroma filling the favorite breakfast.

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"Good morning, my love," I whispered, placing the tray on his lap. Bret walked into the kitchen, his eyes widened in surprise and delight at the spread before him. His smile "I thought we could start the day with your favorite coffee lit up the entire room, and I could feel my heart fluttering with."

A smile spread across Bret's face as he sat up, pulling me closer into a warm embrace. The world outside seemed to disappear joy. We sat together, enjoying our breakfast while sharing stories and laughter. It was the perfect start to what promised to as we savored the simple joy of being together. After a few moments, Bret took a sip of his coffee, his eyes closing be an extraordinary day.

After breakfast, I led Bret to the living room, where I had set up a cozy spot for him to relax. Soft momentarily as the rich flavor enveloped his senses pillows adorned the couch, alongside a stack of his favorite books and a playlist of soothing music. I handed him a cup.

"You always know how to make my mornings brighter," he of warm tea and watched as he settled comfortably into his little haven. Seeing him unwind and find solace in the tranquil atmosphere filled me with contentment.

Next on the agenda was said, his voice filled with gratitude.

With that, I left him to enjoy his coffee in peace, knowing that this was only the beginning of my plan to pamper him throughout the day. I spent the next few hours preparing a delicious breakfast, carefully a spa-like session to melt away any tension Bret might be carrying. I drew a luxurious bubble bath, filling the bathroom with the scent of lavender and selecting his favorite foods and arranging them on a beautifully set table. When Bret finally joined me in the dining room, his chamomile. As Bret sank into the fragrant bubbles, I gently massaged his shoulders, kne eyes widened in surprise at the sight before him.

"This is incredible," he exclaimed, his smile growing wider by the second. "You really went all out, didnading away the knots that had built up from his busy schedule. The peaceful ambiance created a serene atmosphere, allowing him to fully relax and let go of any worries.

After the soothing't you?"

"I wanted to show you how much I love and appreciate you," I replied, my heart swelling with happiness. "Today bath, I surprised Bret with a picnic in the park. I had packed his favorite snacks, sandwiches, and a bottle of wine. We found a beautiful spot under a tree, where we could is all about you."

We spent the morning savoring every bite, delighting in each other's company, and sharing stories that made us laugh until tears streamed down our cheeks. The hours enjoy each other's company without any distractions. We laughed, shared dreams, and basked in the warmth of love that surrounded us.

As the day transitioned into evening, passed in a blur of joy and love, and before we knew it, it was time for the next surprise.

I led Bret to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited him. The room was filled with I prepared a candlelit dinner for two. The table was adorned with flowers and fairy lights, creating an enchanting ambiance. I wanted this moment to be as magical as possible. Bret was taken aback as he walked into the soothing scent of lavender, his favorite fragrance. Candles flickered softly, casting a warm glow on the tiled walls.

"Close your eyes," I whispered, standing behind him. "I want you to relax and let me take care of you."

As Bret sank into the fragrant water, I gently washed his hair, massaged his tired the room, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. And over a delicious meal, we continued to shower each other with love and affection, cherishing every moment we had together.

Finally, as the clock struck midnight, marking the end of the day, Bret pulled me close, whispering heartfelt words of gratitude and love in my ear. In that moment, I knew that today had not only pampered Bret but had also solid muscles, and let my hands caress his skin as if they were painting a masterpiece. The cares of the world melted away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate moment of serenity.

After the bath, I led Bret to the living room, where a cozy blanket fort awaited us. We snuggled together, surrounded by softified our bond even further. My heart swelled with happiness, knowing that I had shown him just how much he meant to me.

And as we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity pillows and twinkling fairy lights, as we watched his favorite movies and shared whispered secrets that were only meant for us.

As the day drew to a close, I knew that my efforts had, once again, brought us closer together. The love in Bret to love and be loved by someone so extraordinary like Bret. Today had been a day dedicated to pampering him, but it had also been a day that reminded me of the beauty of love and the joy of truly selfless acts. 's eyes spoke volumes, and I felt a deep sense of fulfillment knowing that I had been able to pamper him and make him feel truly loved.

As we drifted off to sleep that night, wrapped in each other's arms, I couldn't help but be grateful for the opportunity to show Bret just how much he meant to me. Today had been a testament to the power of love and the joy that came from selflessly pampering the one who held your heart.

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