After Goldust has entered for his match, British Bulldog begins to enter, Bret Hart by his side holding a mic. As Bulldog finishes up his entrance, Bret begins to speak.

"Before your match tonight, Goldust, I'd just like to say something. You've been making these veiled threats about your father, but you've never spoken his name out loud. I know why, Goldust. Dusty Rhodes, the American Dream, the Son Of A Plumber himself stood for everything you don't. And the one person he detested more than anyone else in the WWF was Ted DiBiase. Goldust, I just want you to know you're shaming your family every minute you hold that title and stand next to Ted
DiBiase."

Goldust responded curtly, dropping the usual Goldust voice.

"Bret. At least my father has something to shame. Your father never did anything worth remembering. When the children of tomorrow open up the history books and turn to Stu Hart, all they'll see is 'The Man Whose Son Lost To Goldust'.Stampede Wrestling was a joke, and now it's a dead joke. And all the Hart Dungeon was ever good for was beating up the clergy. So yeah, I don't care about soiling my father's legacy, because at least my father has a legacy to soil."

Bret slapped Goldust across the face, the smack audible from the back seats. Goldust just smiled, and turned the other cheek.

"Is this what you want, Bret? You want honorable? I can play honorable. You want respectful? I can show all the respect you want. But when we're in that ring, all that matters is this title. This one gold belt. Because that's one more than Stu Hart ever won!"

Bret just went off, lunging at Goldust before the ref was able to get between them and eject Bret from ringside, the enraged Hart spewing invective all the way up the ramp as about 3 or 4 trainers dragged him away.