[[ 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: " The Satisfaction Of Manipulation "

The cameras wind up with a shot of an elementary school somewhere in the middle of Memphis, Tennessee. The clouds hang over our entire viewing, thus making it a dull and depressing day - one which you literally expect to thunder down rain at any given moment. Seemingly it's recess because children are scattered across the school. Much like an every day school, some kids are surroudned by a group of other children and of course, like always, there's the odd few which loom around the school by their lonesome selves. The camera slowly begins to zoom out, re-opening up on the image of Mick Foley who stands merely a few meters away from the fence which separates the foothpath from the elementary school. His head is tilted slightly to the right, his eyes locked right into the center of our camera.

Mick Foley: " An individuals outlook on life can originate from childhood. Generally speaking, if you're brought up the wrong way .. you're expected to follow suit. If you're brought up with everything handed to you on a silver platter, then that is exactly what this cruel world expects from you later on in life. A life can be modelled around a childhood .. it can be broken into millions of TINY insignificant pieces if you're the one that is left to be singled out every time somebody else needs a laugh. Your heart, your pride .. your dignity .. everything and anything you ever stand for, it can all be broken in half and all because of the arrogance factor. "Impressions" .. that's what it's all about these days, isn't it? Impressing that pretty girl sitting in the third row. Making the boy next to you fall to the ground, clutching his stomach out of desperation for air. .. It's about attention .. and if that means RIPPING OUT a heart and soul of another human being, then so be it. "

Seconds of silence pass by, as Foley fails to take either eye off the camera.

Mick Foley: " Children are greedy .. Children are power hungry .. and they will stop at absolutely NOTHING to embarrass another student, just so as the reaction they receive is all positive. The satisfaction of manipulation is one of many reasons childhoods are sadly ended before finished because as it is, only the strong survive. For some .. the pain is ALL too much to take, and I ... I went through that. I went through the countless number of days in a year of heartache of waking up in the morning, KNOWING I had another day of school ahead of me. KNOWING I had another day of embarrassment, of HUMILIATION just waiting for me. "

Foley looks over his shoulder, in particular at one kid who is walking by himself with his head down and hands in his pockets.

Mick Foley: " Carlito, the memories are clear. The horror memories of what they DID to me. I remember EACH and EVERY one of them, Carlito. I've NEVER shrugged it off, I ALWAYS walked alone and I walked alone carrying the weight of my PAIN on my shoulders. I SUFFERED EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY CHILDHOOD! Is THAT cool to you, Carlito? IS IT? Is being picked apart like the thanksgiving turkey COOL to you, god damnit? Because THAT was what I was! I was put through misery, and it was because of people .. like YOU! People who thought they were BETTER. I was different .. because people like you MADE me different. I sometimes sit to myself, wondering what COULD of been .. wondering where I'd be if all the pain was erased from my childhood. If I had a NORMAL childhood; a happy one .. where would I be standing? Would I be standing before you today, with the craving to END your career .. Carlito? "

The wind begins to pick up, as the bell sounds for the end of recess. The children all run back towards the buildings, all eager to get back into class. However, that one child on his own slowly walks - almost an apparant image so to speak, of Mick Foley when he was at elementary.

Mick Foley: " Revenge is sweet and payback's a bitch. Carlito - you put yourself in a predicament which only allows you to learn the HARD way and it's ALL your fault. It's NOT mine, it's NOT Mrs. Foleys Baby Boy's fault .. because YOU made me like this. People of your kind MADE me enjoy the infliction of brutal PAIN! .. And I will enjoy EVERY single second of it, because the satisfaction of driving you OUT of this business is a feeling which words can't even BEGIN to describe. My face - my scars .. are they cool to you, Carlito? Is it 'tropical', Carlito? No .. It's not, is it? It's hideous. It's demented. It's deranged and it's what you've got ahead of you this Wednesday Night because WHEN you step foot in that ring .. you'll be hearing Sweet SHIN Music and I can promise you now, Carlito .. that you WON'T take a liking to it .. but make no mistake about it - like it or not, you're gonna have to deal with it because the reality of the situation lays in my hands .. and that your future shall be DESTROYED and PUNISHED!! "

Mick Foley takes a walk into the school grounds, where two swings can be found. They are delicately shaped, obviously made for children of young ages. Foley squeezes into one of the seats, and slowly rocks back and fourth as the wind blows up against his scarred face.

Mick Foley: " I'm tender, loving and caring .. but you've taken a step too far. You've vowled yourself to attempting to push me OVER the edge .. in which you've already failed to do .. because you've told me the EXACT same bullcrap that I've been faced with every god damn WEEK. You THINK that you're the one to put an end to my legacy .. to my unique, HARDCORE professional wrestling career. You THINK, THINK, THINK .. but sometimes .. thinking leads to all the wrong roads, in which quite clearly you've become a customer to. If you're finding it that little bit hard to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth, then allow me to spell it out for you .. in YOUR way. Take two apples. Keep one secure and DECIMATE the other. Throw it on the ground, kick it .. stand on .. punch it .. squash it .. DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT TO IT!! And then .. take each of the apples, and compare them. One of them will be Me, and the other of coruse - you. I'll leave it up to you decide who's who .. after all .. it'll be the LAST decision you EVER make. "