[[ A mere two weeks ago, sports entertainment witnessed possibly the most brutalizing match in professional wrestling history. The final encounter between two faces that have both been the focal point of a wrestling promotion at one point in time. Five years ago, Mick Foley and Triple H endured the closest thing to a trip all the way to hell. A match which will be forever remembered, and until Breaking Point - we thought that we'd NEVER see anything like it, ever again. Unfortunately - we were clearly mistaken, for an epic of career ending proportions took place inside of that ring just two short weeks ago. The long, bumpy and painful rivalry was to finally break down, and end. That, it did. Mick Foley gave it his all; he busted every last drop of sweat, he cried every last tear but still .. once again .. it wasn't enough to put away Triple H; the unbeatable nemesis. Never could you point your finger to one man that had it over Mick Foley - but it is MORE than safe to say .. that Triple H .. is the ONLY man to be able to hold that honour. Did he end Mick Foley? No. He didn't. But he won the battles and he won the war and thus far leaves Foley like a fish out of water, hanging on for dear life. The scars of Breaking Point will forever remain attached to the deranged face of Mick Foley. The memories won't be forgotten .. the burns won't fade away .. everything .. has left a mark, and nothing will be wiped away within a matter of days, weeks or even years. At Breaking Point, Triple H and Mick Foley took a trip down Hell's path for one last time .... or is it? ]]

Roleplay Title: " Triple H; You Killed Mankind. You Killed Cactus Jack "

The Pro Wrestling Redefined logo quickly flashes past the screen as our cameras begin rolling in strange circumstances. Grass. Luscious green grass. It's all we can see. Slowly the camera zooms out, and the making out of a large man can be seen with his back turned to the camera, and his head held down almost out of shame, you'd suspect. Continuing to move slowly, our camera swings around to the right and the harshly affected face of Mick Foley can be clearly be pointed out. His head lays softly in his hands, as his voice can be gently heard.

Mick Foley: " All my life, all I ever wanted was to be a professional wrestler. I grew up watching legends dive off steel cages, and I'd nudge my mommy .. and I'd point .. and I'd tell her; " Mommy .. I Want To Be JUST Like Him! " I wanted to feel .. liked. LOVED! I wanted to hear the people scream my name at the very top of their lungs, as they gasp for air right after it ONLY TO DO IT .. again .. and again .. and again. I wanted that more then any little boy could ever wish for .. but what I didn't realize, were the concequences. The suffering. The heart ache. I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT I WOULD END UP .. LIKE THIS! "

Mick lifts his head up to the camera, revealing his entire face which truly represents a damaged, hurt human being.

Mick Foley: " Deep down when I hit the rings for the very first time, I had an IDEA of what layed ahead of me. I knew somewhere inside of me, that somewhere down the line I'd have the fight of my life. That I'd have to STRUGGLE; but .. but to survive? To fight to save my life? To put my body on the line each and every single solitary week just so as I could provide my wife and my kids? .. Sometimes .. I'd look at myself in the mirror. I'd look deep into my eyes, and I'd ask myself .. Is it really worth it, Mick? Is it really worth putting your wife through the heart ache of not knowing if her husband will come home alive by the end of the night? Was it worth putting my life in the balance, just so as I could hear Madison Square Garden scream my name repeatedly? "

A moment of intense silence passes by; Foley doesn't take an eye off the camera for even a split second.

Mick Foley: " I played the game .. Triple H's game .. and Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was decimated into oblivion. If it wasn't for the security, I'd be six feet under the rest of the world by now but the fact is - I'm not. Bloodied, bruised and scarred for life - I'm STILL before you only this time .. with a different outlook. A different perspective on this business, and from now on .. from now on, it won't be my insane stunts that pull off victories. No. Those days are long gone, and it took a beating within an inch of my life for me to realize that. From now on, Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy will be sophisticated in that ring, and work to the weakness of structures that stand ahead of me. My goal is to no longer hear the chants, nor is it to feel the pain .. but instead, to inflinct it. IT'S ABOUT TIME .. THAT MICK FOLEY STARTS DISHING OUT SOME OF HIS OWN PAIN! I've jumped over EVERY single hurdle, I've kept coming back .. because I'm NOT an average man! An average man would of tripped and killed himself after the third hurdle .. but Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy? He's still jumping over the highest of hurdles. Hurldes at heights which the world protest too much, for a man like me .. but they don't listen to the sound ofa heartbeat, do they? Because until my heart stops ebating .. until I'm pronounced DEAD .. THERE WON'T BE A DAY THAT I WON'T BE LOOKING FOR REVENGE! I've PAID my dues .. I've taken MORE than a fair share of pain .. and it's time that the face of professional wrestling CHANGES! My face will FOREVER be scarred because of the hands of Hunter Hearst Helmsley, but I will foreevr FIGHT for my pride .. for my DIGNITY .. and by god .. You better believe, that this father and husband will die PROVIDING for his wife and kids! Triple H; you killed Mankind. You killed Cactus Jack .. but what you can't do and what you will NEVER do .. is kill Mick Foley. "