Bret Hart came out of the schmozz with a handful of human hair, carrying Shawn Michaels’ long locks like victory totems, frizzy symbols of his triumph. It was June 9, 1997. It was a long time coming. For months he and Michaels had gone back-and-forth behind-the-scenes, two very different but all too similar men battling for a single position at the top of the pecking order. Sometimes it’s obvious who the top star in a promotion is—Hogan, Dusty, Sammartino, Verne—and everyone else simply gets in line and tries to either work with or against them.