[[ Cactus Jack. Not only one of many faces of Foley, but of Hardcore professional wrestling too. Last week on Conflict, Jack returned as requested by Triple H .. and he returned quicker than you, Triple H or I could ever imagine. Seconds - that's all it took, before Cactus Jack showed his face to the world once again and didn't even to think of taking a step back. Triple H declared that Cactus' days are numbered, as did Cactus about Triple H .. which leads us to Breaking Point, and such a fitting name, isn't it? This on going two month feud is only days away from breaking wide open, to a point which we can only begin to imagine. The series or so you'd call it, is tied at one a piece. Two months ago, Triple H defeated Mankind in a Hell In A Cell, in which he thought had done the job. Once again - it was proved to be all wrong, but a hell of a lot sooner, as two weeks later Dude Love appeared on the scene and immediatly took down The Game, evening it up at One Win each. This Sunday, the final chapter will be read .. and it's ending, will never be forgotten. Two sick, sadistic and CRUEL professional wrestlers - both very much alike, both sharing the same hatred and each man both desperately eyeing to destroy the other. This IS the beginning of the end, but rest assure - Breaking Point will unleash a fury of two ANIMALS .. and they will continue to tear one another apart 'till one of them .. is gone. Finished. Will Triple H finish off a job he failed to do over three years ago?Will Cactus Jack come back, from the dead .. and burn the soul of The Game? Only time will tell .. but only ONE man will walk out alive. The other? Simply left .. to die for.. ]]

Roleplay Title: " You Naughty, Naughty Little Boy "

The cameras begin rolling inside of a room which has a large mirror on the wall. You can see in the reflection Cactus Jack, his hair as messed up as always. A few seconds pass by, and nothing. No emotion shown.

Cactus Jack: Have you ever looked at yourself in a mirror, and thought .. that you were beautiful? Have you Hunter? Have you had that feeling, that I have every time I see my own reflection? That scary reflection, oh it is. It frightens me .. frightens me of what may happen. Not to me, Hunter .. but to you. Because sunday night .. is all about .. you. Beautiful .. lovely .. you.

Aside from his jaw, Cactus' entire body remains dead still.

Cactus Jack: We have ourselves quite the little tea party, don't we? Me .. you .. and years upon years of history. History which contains BLOOD! AND LOTS OF IT!

A faint sadistic smile moves across his face.

Cactus Jack: Isn't that what life is all about? Hurting. Bleeding. It's about ripping your ear off, about sticking my finger through your eye like a butchers knife is used to go through the center of a tomato. Hehe. Isn't it such a coincidence? What happens when you take a knife .. a lovely, sparkling SHARP knife .. hehe .. and spear it through the very middle of a juicy tomato. What happens? All the juices leak out, and cause a mess. A mess which has to be cleaned up, doesn't it? Hehe .. and .. and what happens, Hunter, when you take .. barbed wire .. and hit someone in the face with it? .. The human juices .. bleed.

That faint smile turns into a short lived sick laugh.

Cactus Jack: Isn't it scary, when you hear the cock of a gun? Like off the movies .. how the good guy cocks his gun, and poises himself. Waiting for the optimistic opportunity to blow the brains out of the bad guy. But .. but Hunter. Why wouldn't he already have his gun cocked? Hehe .. because it sounds .. scary. It's cool, isn't it? Much like the word violent. Say it with me. Vio-lent. Hehe. Does it send a shiver down your spine, Hunter? Does it give you goosebumps? Oh how it does it to me. Violent. When you whisper that to the wind, what comes to your mind? I could tell you what comes to my mind .. Hunter .. would you like that? Hehe.

He pauses for a slight moment.

Cactus Jack: Maybe ole' Cactus better keep his thoughts to himself.

Once again, he pauses. This time, a little longer than the last.

Cactus Jack: But then again, what's the fun in keeping a secret? I don't like secrets. When I whisper (whispering) violent (normal) .. many things come to mind. The screams of innocent little boys and girls, living their worst nightmare. No no, not that. Hehe. Maybe .. maybe the sound of a cry? Your cry? Nope - not that either. Silly ole' me.

That sadistic grin re-appears, showcasing the many missing teeth.

Cactus Jack: When I whisper violent Triple H, I not only hear, but see you quiver in the damndest fear. I hear you whimper - I hear your bones shake, like a rattling rattlesnake .. hehe. I hear it every time I lay my head down to sleep, and I see it every time I see your face. You fear ole' Cactus Jack .. but you hide it. You hide the pain .. you hide what you're so afraid of, and that lacks testicular fortitude on your behalf. Aren't you meant to be the cerebral assassin? Aren't you meant to be that silly ole' sassuage to put Cactus out of his dreams? Hehe .. you're afraid that you can't finish me off. Afraid that it'll be I, that finishes YOU off. I love that feeling. Knowing your fears. Seeing your eyes - it's beautiful. Like the stars. Like a beautiful blue sky. Like the scent of a new born baby .. hehe.

Finally, Cactus begins to loosen up and starts to fiddle with his hair.

Cactus Jack: You beat Mankind into oblivion, oh yes .. you did. Ole' Jack can admit to that, hehe, but what you didn't do a long time ago .. and what you can't do .. is BEAT .. CACTUS! I'm a thron in your heart, and you can't pull me out. I'M THERE TO STAY, LIKE A RASH ON THE BACK OF YOUR LEG! I'M THERE, HUNTER! Hehehe .. I find it funny, and cute - that I'm wanted out. Wanted damaged. Oh, heck .. I'm wanted DEAD! Hehe. But, what really tickles the tummy .. is that nobody have the balls to do that, do they now? How you wish you did, Hunter. But you don't, oh no .. not even close. You're sadistic, but I'm on a whole new level .. a level above you .. a level you'll never amount to, because it ENDS here. I will RIP your flesh apart like a hungry LION .. and I will leave the docs' with nothing, nothing .. to work on. You were beaten by Dude Love. Oh how The Dude loved that, but I had to take matters into my own cuddly hands .. I had to set things straight. DUDE COULDN'T DO THAT! Dude was weak .. DUDE WAS LACKING AGGRESSION! THE MEAN STREAK! THE DETERMINATION TO RUN YOU OUT OF THIS COMPANY! To finalize your demise .. he couldn't do that. BUT I CAN! I CAN, AND CAN WITH JOY LIKE A PREGNANT MOTHER!

AN evil, almost playful type of smile flahses across Cactus' face.

Cactus Jack: I don't want to end this so soon, we're having so much fun? Aren't we? Like two little boys in a playground, hehe.

He reaches down for something, which the camera can't quite pick up yet as it's inside of a large black bag.

Cactus Jack: I have a trusty friend with me here today. I thank him for joining us, and I'm sure you will too .. because I'm more then positive that you two have met before. Don't be shy, come out and say hello..

A little bit of a struggle causes Jack to pull back a bit, which causes him to almost fall over. He manages to get back to a stable position and carefully pulls out an object from the bag. It's Barbed Wire wrapped around a 2X4, and he holds it up to the camera with the devils grin attached to his face.

Cactus Jack: You've met more then once, haven't you Hunter? I do believe so. Hehe. Can you remember him, though? He sure can remember you .. he made you bleed, Hunter. He made you bleed BUCKETS! Ohh how delightful it was too .. how it emphasized the meaning of hardcore, was such a pleasure .. to watch. Hehe. I'll never forget the feeling of it scratching up against your skin .. of it ever so slowly RIPPING your skin up .. it's .. touching .. and even Ole' jack goes weak at the knees for it. If you're lucky, you might just be met with it one last time .. because after all, what would a final encounter be without it? It's the symbol of our war, Hunter .. and oh how I praise it lik the devil .. hehe. (Pause) Jack is never one to disappoint, never one to under achieve .. because where I may head, blood will be spilt .. and the question is .. can you handle it? Can you handle what is laying ahead of you? Hehe. I think not ..

Cactus puts the 2X4 with barbed wire wrapped around it close to his face, and sticks his tongue in through the gaps. One screw up, and he'd be without a tongue. After carefully taking his tongue out of the gaps, he flashes another sadistic smirk to the camera.

Cactus Jack: The Worlds Most Dangerous Wrestler, ole' Jack? Oh my .. you've got yourself caught up in a tangled, dangerous web Hunter .. heh .. you naughty, naughty little boy.

The scene darkens, and before you know it, the screen is entirely filled with a cluster of black.