[[ 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: " Through Misery, Through Blood, Through Devastation "

The scene opens outside the front of the Kemper Arena in Kansas City, Missouri. It's a dark day, not cold - but extraordinarily dark. Not even a faint part of the sky is blue - it's ALL Gray; a dark Gray. Our cameras pick up a familiar figure - one which cannot be mistaken for any other mans identity. It's Cactus Jack and he sits up against a wall with a face embodied with pure emotion.

Cactus Jack: Are you really who you claim yourself to be? Have you looked inside yourself .. in the mirror .. and have you seen the devil staring back at you? Hunter? Ole' Cactus Jack believes you have been lying to us all. Blinding us - or at least .. attempting to. I begin to wonder; are you really That Damn Good? Are you? HUNTER!? .. Because the truth is, you couldn't get the job you started five years ago done. You couldn't END Cactus Jack, Hunter! YOu came close .. within an inch, maybe closer .. maybe as close as a man could ever GET .. but I'm still alive. I'm still breathing. And without a doubt in my mind, I'm STILL a burning fear inside your stomach!

You can tell through Cactus' eyes, that he's taking a different approach towards the camera this time, then what we've recently seen.

Cactus Jack: I'm a man of my word, Hunter. I KEEP my promises .. and my promise to you, is that you'll NEVER succeed in ending the hardocre icon which is .. Cactus .. Jack. Never. Not today, not tomorrow and not this Sunday. I'm a rash on your body you can't find a cure for; I CAN'T BE ERASED OUT OF THIS BUSINESS, AND I CAN'T BE ERASED FORM YOUR MIND! .. I'm a LIVING nightmare .. and for as long as I possibly can, until Uncle Jack finally breaks down into a million pieces .. then I will continue to live the nightmare. Continue to haunt you every time you lay your head down to sleep and CONTINUE to confirm my status as being the SICKEST son of a BITCH to ever lay foot in a squared circle.

Much like we've seen in the past, Cactus takes his time. Though - this time around, he takes that extra few seconds.

Cactus Jack: In Japan Hunter, I didn't fight to win. I fought to survive. I fought to preserve my body to the best ability I could, just as so I could have enough in myself to do it the following week. Why? To provide for my family. For Collette. My beautiful wife, who by now has had to clean shirt after shirt, draining every drip of blood out of it .. JUST .. so I could do it ALL over again. Do you have any idea, any humanly idea as to what that means? I had to drag my family .. my beloved family .. across the nation, every week, for the sole purpose of being able to provide. TO BE ABLE TO PUT FOOD ON OUR PLATES! To be .. a good father, Hunter .. but make no mistake about it, the pain I've endured has been all worth it for this Sunday Night. ALL worth it, just to see you crumble down like a cookie. It's worth EVERY minute of pain, EVERY second of EVERY tear .. and it's worth ANY and EVERY regret I've ever been faced with. The time has come for Uncle Jack .. to achieve one LAST goal. It revolves around you, Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I've said since day one, Sunday Night - Breaking Point .. it's about you. ALL YOU. Because it's the night that you'll go down in history, but not for ending the illustrious painful career of Cactus Jack. No, not at all. But for it being the last time you were ever fully operational - the LAST time you could ever walk, speak and do anything a normal human being .. is SUPPOSED to be able to do. At Breaking Point, Hunter .. I promise .. to END every bit of your career. To finish the job you started five years ago, to bury the hatchet .. but more importantly .. to END the years upon years of misery for Collette. She's been through everything; walked along by my side EVERY step of the way. Sunday Night - she'll be watching. I won't under achieve .. I CAN'T under achieve .. for my wife and my kids are depending on their father. Their provider. Otherwise known to you, Hunter .. as CACTUS JACK!

Cactus Jack begins shaking, maybe out of nerves? Who knows. He takes his time, breathing in and out a few times before turning his head back up to the camera, with those dead set serious eyes locked right in.

Cactus Jack: But don't jump before the gun, Hunter. I won't allow myself to under estimate you. Not in your wildest dreams. Though - if you ARE who you indeed say you are .. and if you really ARE That DAMN Good then I beg of you .. show me it. Show me the pain; SHOW me how you play, because I've never been shy to bleed. God knows, I've suffered since the very day I was born .. whether that be during my childhood, or whether that be from the time I've begun professional wrestling. Un-like you, I've PAID my dues. I've SUFFERED enough - but one more time, Hunter .. ONE MORE TIME .. JUST for you .. I'll go through hell. I'll put my body, my MIND, my wife and my kids through that devastating suffering. I haven't forgot where I've come from, have you? I haven't forgotten the scars from Japan, or the enternal dents in my HEAD from ECW. Just like I haven't forgot No Way Out - I remember it. I remember it all too well, a night that ole' Jack gave in. A NIGHT THAT CACTUS JACK CAN'T, AND WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET! Because it was No Way Out where Cactus Jack lost PRIDE. Where you RIPPED me of my dignity, and sent me home with NOTHING. NOTHING! Uncle Jack hasn't forgot, Hunter. Not the slightest, and for that memory .. I will tarnish your mind and your soul, much like you tarnished the souls of my family. Breaking Point - you WILL see yourself up against an entire different case of madness. A Cactus Jack that once lived all those years ago in Japan .. he's coming for you .. and the one ambition to eliminate you for good, FOREVER - will be achieved.

He begins rocking back and fourth, knees tucked up to his chest and his hair covering the best part of his face.

Cactus Jack: I ask of you Triple H, to throw away your image of being hostile. Throw it away and come to Breaking Point as you really are. I know I'll be that sadistic son of a bitch that striked fear into all eyes some years ago. What about you? Will you be at your best? Or at your worst? I can't explain to you the anticipation running through my veins. I know it's the last time .. but I also know you're a final obstacle. One which disgraced me some five years ago, one which I seek to inflict revenge on .. for the man you see right now, isn't like Mankind or Dude Love. Or even the loveable Mick Foley. Cactus doesn't need to hide himself behind a mask, or make an attempt at a mirror image of Austin Powers .. and Cactus doesn't need to dish off cheap pops in order to please the fans. I've pleased them enough; I've sent them home every night of my life with something to come back for. I've left my mark on this business, as being a sadistic bastard. As being a man like no other, but have you? Have you left an impact, which can be compared to the one I've made? For your sake, I hope you're ready. I know I'm ready. I was born to be ready, as you were born to be wired. (Pause) We all serve a purpose on the land we live on. Mine used to be hurting people, enjoying it and being able to provide for my family. I did that. I've earned my break; I've earned my peace .. but Uncle Jack can't rest peacefully without knowing how this one ends. Do you go on, or do I? I can't close my eyes at night without KNOWING that I made you my final sacrifice, but I can only hope and prey for these final few nights that you bring to the table all you claim to have. I need you to. I want you to SHOW me the pain, SHOW me the torture .. and LIVE up to your expectations, because I know I will. I know this is the Cactus you're dying to see, dying to beat .. so TAKE YOUR BEST SHOT! Because I can only guarantee you, it'll be the last shot you take.

Carefully and somewhat softly, Cactus Jack pulls on his hair. The tone in his voice differs from the one we've heard throughout he promo - it deepens significantly.

Cactus Jack: It's my DESTINY to end what should have been ended five years ago. You pushed me beyond my wildest expectations, from into retirement .. to OUT OF IT .. which leads us to Sunday Night. To Breaking Point.

Jack wipes away the hair covering his face, and looks right into the camera with the same dealt face of emotion.

Cactus Jack: You might be cerebral but ole' Cactus Jack is Hardcore and like me, it'll beat you hands down. Forget No Way Out. Breaking Point will be the damn-dest thing you have and will EVER be involved in. Walk with me, walk with Uncle Jack through misery, through blood, through devastation .. through HELL. One .. more .. time.

Cactus signals the 'Bang Bang' as for the very first time throughout this broadcast, an evil and sick smirk finds itself onto the face of The Hardcore Icon, as he prepares to clash heads with 'The Game', Triple H .. at Breaking Point .. for the last time.