[[ 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: " All For The Love .. Of Your Demise "

The Pro Wrestling Redefined Logo flashes past the screen and can be seen located in the bottom left corner as the scene winds up in a dark room - however, enough light is being shun into the room that you can see the making out of objects. For instance, you can see the outline of a table but you can't see it in perfect detail. It's silent - too silent. A few seconds pass by, possibly even a minute as our camera searches for a sign, a noise. A sadistic crackle can be heard, as our camera commits to a 360 to reveal the laugh of Cactus Jack.

Cactus Jack: Winning, losing. Losing, winning. Win, lose. LOSE, WIN! HAHAHA! It's not about winning and losing .. it's .. it's PERSONAL!! Ole' Cactus has made many sacrifices over the years, none of which he loves more then you. Yes, Uncle Jack ain't afraid to admit it .. he loves you.

A flashing of an evil grin.

Cactus Jack: Loves to hear you scream like an eleven year old boy. Or maybe twelve? Thirteen? Hahaha. The need to see, to feel and to HEAR you suffer is very .. very important. You're my fuel; you keep ole' Jack on his feet, coming back for more. IT'S ALL YOU, TRIPLE H. YOU! ALL .. ABOUT .. YOU! Because without little ole' you .. there wouldn't still be a Cactus Jack! Oh no .. he would of faded away with the sunset a very long time ago .. but you're still here. Still wanting more of Uncle Jack .. and you know, better than anyone Hunter .. that ask and you SHALL receive, and that's what you did last week. YOU BEGGED FOR UNCLE JACK TO APPEAR ONE MORE TIME!! And your heavenly wish .. came OH so true, Hahaha!

Moments pass by of nothing but the sound of Cactus' breathing.

Cactus Jack: If this shall be the last hoo-hah of Cactus .. then YOU'RE COMING WITH ME! Because Jack ain't goin' alone into a new place, oh no .. Cactus needs a hand to hold .. your hand, Hunter.

Once again, another pause.

Cactus Jack: The blood we've spelt. The pain we've endured. It's all come down to this, to sunday night .. to our final tea party, and I can't tell you how much I'm awaiting for it to roll around. Years of history .. a legacy .. and Uncle Jack intends to go out with a BANG! Though, you shall be reminded .. winning and losing, is NOT an option .. because Breaking Point is about SURVIVAL! How I pity you, Hunter .. because you have no idea about Ole' Cactus' survival skills. I've been through it all. Been battered, bruised and bloodied for nights on end .. but as you can clearly tell, Hunter .. JACK'S STILL STANDIN'! Well, maybe not standing - sitting .. Hahaha.

Jack begins to cough, obviously choking on something.

Cactus Jack: Fur-ball. Haha.

He stops to cough, his head lowered looking down towards the ground.

Cactus Jack: Think of Jack as an unstoppable freight train. He's headed STRAIGHT for you, Hunter, and nothing .. NOTHING can even BEGIN to IMAGINE to stop .. and although this is only a one night only .. CACTUS JACK IS BACK! And for you, Hunter. All for you. At your request, but then again .. had you not asked - you STILL would of received. This Sunday - you'll be scarred beyond recognition .. and be murded by the hands of the Worlds Most Dangerous Wrestler. Hahaha .. doesn't that make you shiver? Hearing I'm The WORLDS Most DANGEROUS .. Wrestler? It's beautiful. It warms my heart, as I'm sure it does yours too. Your sins, of USING people to work your way to the top will be forgotten .. but you must .. oh, Hunter, you MUST trade in your soul to the DEVIL! CACTUS JACK! HAHAHA! Then, and only then .. will your horrible sins be forgotten. See - Uncle Jack had to get to the top by shedding skin .. by falling on a thousand thumb tacks, by being thrown off Cages .. by BATHING IN BLOOD .. NOT by kissing the ass of Vince McMahon, like you've done so willingly. Jack despises that, he really, really does .. because it shows you LACK testicular fortitude .. and how you make us believe you're so much more then what you really are. Oh, I know Hunter .. I know the truth .. Ole' Jack knows nothing but the sweet, innocent truth and at the end of the day it shall come in handy when I cover your bloodied broken body for the LAST time.

No emotion shown, as Cactus Jack appears to be as serious as a man can possibly be.

Cactus Jack: I can't tell you what to expect Hunter. Not even Uncle Jack can predict the future .. but I can tell you one thing. Blood will be running like rivers, pouring off our faces and will forever change the face of this company .. but the difference between you and I .. is that your eyes will be popping out of your head, where as Cactus will be licking his lips .. and enjoying EVERY single sound second of it. The damage, the pain, the SUFFERING .. you'll live to love it .. just like Ole' Jack has, because LIFE is pain. And Hunter, you're stepping inside of a squared circle with pain written ALL over it. I tend to inflict the worse, how about you?

Manically laughing, Cactus tilts his head up to the camera, with a knife in hand.

Cactus Jack: You've opted to learn the hard way. THE HARDCORE way. You THINK you've been through it all .. but haha, how you couldn't be more wrong. You haven't the slightest of TASTE what you're lined up for .. because at Breaking Point, you will indeed be lined up against the SICKEST son of a bitch .. but only this time, you won't be facing the Cactus you faced the last time. Oh no .. no, no .. you'll be facing the PRIME TIME Cactus Jack! The CLINT EASTWOOD .. of Cactus Jack .. HAHAHA!

Cactus Jack begins to run the knife along his arm, giving himself numerous cuts and bleeds.

Cactus Jack: Not afraid. Not .. AFRAID! Uncle Jack is far from being afraid. FAR from being in the best shape .. but ever so CLOSE to ENDING your days. As I bleed .. I commit to you. Ole' Jack commits to sheering skin and sheading blood .. all for the love .. of your demise. Have A Nice Day, Hunter .. because truth be told from Uncle Jack .. you DON'T have many of them left. HAHAHAHAHA!

The insane, in-compareable laughter an be heard screaming at the top of his lungs as only seconds later, the scene fades to the PWR Logo.