The Montreal Screwjob: Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels and Vince McMahon

Tell me he wants to. I will fight him to the death.

Look out. And Shawn Michaels is in. If you watch that match, it's a great match.

It's just a down and dirty fight between two guys that hate each other's guts.

That sure is liver knocker. Eventually, Shawn puts me in the Sharpshooter, which is my finishing move. Oh, you're kidding me.

And he in fact puts it on wrong. If you see it, sh- I correct Shawn while he's doing it, and he switches it and puts it on right, and then turns me over.

And I can see the timekeeper, and I see Vince yell at him.

I'm yelling at the, uh, timekeeper, "Ring the bell.

Ring the bell," even though Bret never tapped out.

And he won't ring it. He's, like, stunned. He's like...

And then I see Vince snap at him. "Ring the fucking bell."

Ring the bell. Ring the bell. The bell rings, and I'm screaming on the headset, "Why'd you ring the bell?"

And I can f- feel it, like everything is coming to me now.

It's like, "They did it. They did screw you."

But I wanted to be out at ringside so that he would know what happened, and I took back what was mine.

Bret obviously didn't like that. When you have a match as hard as I was wrestling at the time, you get a fair bit of froth in your mouth.

I leaned over and I spit on his face. I got him bullseye.

Right into my eye. It was gross, but nonetheless I thought, "Damn, how'd he do that?"

And then I went out and broke all the monitors and smashed all them to pieces on the floor.

It was just chaos. Bret writes WCW in the air.

It's hard for people to imagine how mad you can get when you get betrayed like that on national television, and in a lot of ways, kinda made a fool of.

My brother Owen was very calming. He goes, "It wasn't right what they did.

That was wrong. You have all respect of everybody in the dressing room," and that kind of stuff.

He was very consoling to me at that time.

Damn.

14 years I've given Vince McMahon 100% every night.

I bled for him. I've took front turnbuckles at 100 miles an hour.

I've given him Christmas mornings with my kids that never happened.

I've never missed a show. I've given this guy everything I got.

I couldn't have given a man more than what I gave Vince McMahon.

None of that meant anything when Vince screwed me that day in Montreal.

When I walk back to that dressing room, I'm ready to kill him. Like, kill him.

Like, beat him to death. Shawn, you were in on that?

Fucking idea. I didn't know, as God as my fucking witness.

Look, he came up immediately and said, "Did you know?"

I said, "Hand to God, did not." Vince was so adamant.

We had to absolutely swear that we knew nothing about this.

He was like, "I don't care who asks you.

You bold face lie right to them and say, 'I knew nothing about this.'"

This was a Vince McMahon call. I swear to God I knew nothing about this.

Yeah, well, swear to God all you want, but someday God is gonna strike you down.

There was chaos in the back, and people everywhere freaking out.

Just remember someday, Hunter, what goes around comes around.

I remember being just so pissed that they did things this way.

I think Vince is in a panic mode, and it's kinda, "What can I do to stop this rebellion right now?"

I felt like, in a strange sort of way, 'cause Bret and I had this relationship, I felt like I sort of owed Bret something, uh, because from his standpoint, I double-crossed him.

Vince said, "Look, he's gonna wanna hit me, and I, and I owe him that."

I can picture him walking in that locker room in Montreal, everybody else fired up, everybody else emotional.

I leave the room 'cause I don't wanna watch Vince get punched.

Finally Bret gets up, walks across the room.

They all kinda meet. I walk over to his locker room, head is down, and Bret hauls off and man, he hit me so hard, right in the temple.

It was no, like, Vince is gonna give me a shot.

Like, I don't know where they get that story, 'cause that is such a bo- bunch of bullshit.

It was Vince and me came at each other, and we actually tied up like a wrestling match.

Everybody's ready to pounce on me as soon as we grab each other.

And I remember going, "The only way I can get a shot in, one shot maybe, is, is an uppercut."

And I came right up between Vince's arms, and it was like, um, you know, when you hit the bell and the thing goes up.

To this day, I have no idea how the punch got through.

He was out cold like a starfish. Drilled him.

Drilled him as, as hard as I could. Knocked him right out.