BretTheHitmanHart entered the streets... with style. Sporting his pink singlet as he always did, wearing his leather jacket to really impress the ladies. He was always wearing his wrap around glasses. As men were intimidated by him, women adored him and his pink outfit. Women always loved his physique. Bret just got done watching a great show put on by his pal RazorRamon. Razor was just doing his best impression of using his finishing move, the Razor's Edge, and pinning down the current WWF Champion. Ramon was day dreaming and he was good at that stuff. 

Bret was walking by this alley as he saw a rather small fella beating down on a much larger man. This was something literally out of the circus. The midget had the big guy in a Figure 4 Leglock, while he was going "WOOOOOOO! WOOOO!!!!". Bret thought it reminded him of someone... Anyways Bret continued to watch the dwarf inflict enough pain on this guy, that the guy passed out. Bret watched the midget get up and say "thats right, now you're my bitch". Ironically enough already, that was the case as the midget made someone much larger than himself pass out.

The man with the physique started to think to himself about other finishing moves. His own, the Sharpshooter, was prolific in the wrestling world. He was one of the first to bring the move from overseas. Having made many men tap out or even pass out, the finishing move was truly legendary. Bret wanted to know what finishing moves mobsters had...

"Hey folks, yours truly here. How you doin' ladies?" 

Bret winked at the ladies as he continued...

"Ya know, I've seen a lot of finishing moves in my time but how does a gangster finish off his victims? I wanna hear them folks. Best finishing move I hear gets an autographed photo of me putting you in the SHARPSHOOTER!"

The crowd erupted as they thought they would get the chance to be tapped out by one of the greatest.