[[ Although the faces of foley have been put to sleep for the time being, the true Michael Foley is out to draw blood, as the sweet scent of revenge is all that lays in the back of Foley's mind. The past can't be changed, nor can it be forgotten .. but the future? The future rests in Mick Foleys hands, as does the very future of Carlito Caribbean Cool. Since establishing himself as a popular superstar in merely a matter of a few months, Carlito has revolved himself around four letters; " Cool ". When the name Carlito Caribbean Cool springs to mind, those four letters along with an apple can be imaged. The big chunk, the spit in the face; it's all one big gimmick and much to the delight of the professional wrestling world, it's gimmick continues in pro wrestling redefined where for his debut match, he'll be set a task of climbing one of the biggest mountains in the company, so to speak. Although without a World Title to his name, Foley has been one of PWR's Greatest Superstars from day one. One of two Hall Of Fame Inductees, and for the simple fact that he NEVER gives in. Not once, but twice - but THREE times Mick Foley looked to be driven right out of the squared circle by Triple H, but somehow .. someway .. that will to stya in the fight; that desire to NEVER quit makes us all acustomed to the many returns we've seen. At Breaking Point, it was supposed to be over .. Mick Foley was supposed to be finally burried six feet under with not a hope in hell of ever making it back inside of our squared circle but like previous times, Triple H couldn't end the legacy .. and so that brings us to Conflict - one short week away from King Of The Ring, where a Rookie will face off against one of professional wrestling's greatest legends - GODS, even. The outcome? We're bound to find out sooner rather than later. ]]

Roleplay Title: " I Can Already Taste The Sweetness .. Of Revenge "

Glimpses of blood, sweat and tears quickly flash on and off, but you aren't able to clearly identify the footage. A shot of Triple H fades away, and translates into a shot of Cactus Jack. One thing, and one thing only springs to mind. The twenty third of January, 2005; Breaking Point. The night which truly defined Mick Foley to be one of, if not THE-E toughest and SICKEST son of a bitch to ever grace the squared circle. Truth is - he may not of won .. he may've been as close to being buried six feet under as anybody could ever possibly get - but that man, Mick Foley, STILL stands in a vertical position; bloodied, bruised and battered .. yet still refusing to mutter two simple words. " Give Up ". The shots become clearer as the blood trickles down Cactus Jack's face, looking as if he's in an entirely different complex to the one he's indeed in at this very select moment. Suddenly, a voice can be heard .. a distinct, hurt voice ..

Mick Foley: " The images of Breaking Point will forever stay stuck in the back of my mind .. TRAPPED .. with not a hope in holy hell of EVER escaping. My soul has been tarnished .. but if I were to say that this was the very first time, quite frankly .. I'd be telling you all a lie. Because since the day Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy was brought into this cruel world, he's had obstacles to dodge and hurdles to climb over. Every step of the way. It's been a bumpy road, and it continues to knock me around like a single rolling potato in the back of a speeding vehicle. It never slows down .. but I take each bruise, each drop of blood and I crawl forward .. out of mere desperation .. to survive. There isn't a THING I haven't been put through, so if you think that the scars on my face haunt me every time I stare back at my reflection in the mirror - then you are sadly .. sadly .. mistaken. "

A short lived shot of Cactus' "Bang Bang" quickly flahses past.

Mick Foley: " I used to think that the reason I would hear Foley Chants in any which direction I turned, was because they liked me. I used to think that they would sit on the edge of their seats, screaming at the top of their lungs with anticipation to see Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy bring home the egg and the bacon .. but now - I can see past that. I can see past what I was blinded by for so many years. They cheer for me because they ENJOY the sight of a man in agony. They cheer for me because they CRAVE the very sight of blood, and it so happens to be .. that mine .. is spilt on a regular basis. They don't LIKE me .. they NEVER did. They liked what I DID, they liked what HAPPENED to me. I put my body on the line EVERY single time I stepped foot in a ring and EVERY single time, I'd be blinded by the false cheers .. because they were never intended for me, or for my safety. They were intended for entertainment - for me to break a bone or for me to be thrown off a twnety foot Hell In A Cell. THAT'S what I meant to the people .. but mark my words .. those days .. are long gone. I CAN'T TAKE THE PUNISHMENT ANYMORE!! I've been broken, I've been cracked .. I'VE BEEN SHATTERED GOD DAMNIT, AND THE ARROGANCE OF YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK TO MY STOMACH!! "

Foley pants heavily, gasping for air as once again footage of Breaking Point fades up. This time it draws to a close, Triple H picking up the three count.

Mick Foley: " Beaten into oblivion I was, but I stand before you with only one goal left to achieve. No longer is it about entertaining the fans around the world .. and no longer is it about becoming the best this business has to offer by holding up the PWR World Championship. From this point forward, my job .. my life - it revolves around ONE thing. Revenge. Setting the wrong RIGHT! Turning the tables and inflicting punishment beyond a minds belief. It's no secret that my condition isn't the best it's ever been; in fact, It's obvious to the naked eye that my flexibility and mobility skates on the thinnest of ices .. but when you look deep into my eyes, you'll SEE and you'll FEEL my determination because I WON'T give up! I CAN'T GIVE UP! I've come all too far to throw in the white towel, to take my ball and head on home. It's time to take a new path, one which separates me from the pain .. and that walk begins this Wednesday Night on Conflcit .. it begins with the decimation of a body; not mine .. definitely .. not mine. "

Foley raises his head up to the camera and wipes his hair away off his face, giving the camera the perfect opportunity to zoom right into his eyes.

Mick Foley: " Carlito Caribbean Cool. Another rookie THINKING he has what it takes. THINKING that it all comes easy .. but like so many, Carlito .. is mislead, and is heading in a direction which in the long run is going to see him out of a job in due time. Kids like Carlito are the REASON this business is a sinking ship, and it's because they win a few matches .. they put on a gimmick, they sign a few autographs and ALL of a sudden .. when they look back at themselves in the mirror, they truly believe that they are indeed the real deal of professional wrestling. Do you know how many times I've seen that happen, only to accumulate to a one hit wonder months later? I've seen it time and time again, and you Carlito Cool are a PRIME example. You've NO IDEA the kind of punishment I've endured over the years. You, like the rest of these young kids who think they know it all .. take what I've done .. ALL I've done, for granted. And that, Carlito, doesn't bring a smile to my face. It makes my stomach turn, my face scrunch up and it makes me want to RIP you apart .. LIMB by LIMB until you're left with absolutely NOTHING. NOTHING!! Whilst you were busy in the hair dressers getting a perm job, I was in Japan sending shivers down spines because of my INSANITY! I've done itall and I've SEEN it all .. you, Carlito Cool - are nothing but a NUMBER. A FIGURE ONA PIECE OF PAPER .. and rest assure, I'll take my eraser .. and I will RUB YOU OUT of this business because it's people like YOU, who caused me to have such a dreadful, painful childhood. IT'S PEOPLE LIKE YOU THAT SPAT ON ME, CARLITO .. and It's people like you .. that seek my revenge .. "

Dead silence.

Mick Foley: " Misery is a word in which I've come all too close to over the years, and now kid .. It's time I turn the tables and shift the damage onto egotistical morons like you. I see you smile and I feel my hands clench together, wanting to see your face deranged .. wanting to see your face re-arranged so as your lips are attached to your FOREHEAD and your nose to your chin. I .. am sadistic .. and my radar is set solely on you for the first week of change. My pain got the best of me, but the difference is .. It's taken TWENTY god damn YEARS for it to finally put me down .. where as for you, Caribbean .. It'll be ONE night. Because in that ONE night, your life .. your CAREER will be forever changed. People make choices, they choose the lanes to walk down .. and YOU took the wrong one, thus leading you to a place you never knew existed. Welcome Csrlito, to my world .. to AGONY .. to where I play teacher, and YOU play student. You're learning the hard way .. and it didn't have to end like this, but your arrogance has blinded you from seeing the reality. For the time being, with the time you have left that is .. do try and "