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.
This whole ordeal is truly the first time AEW has left me with a bad taste in my mouth, there is just something poisonous about Punk, great article!