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' I'm Hardcore....I'm Hardcore...I'm Hardcore '

" Blood Will Flow...BUT NOT MINE! "

In his illustrious twenty year career he’s accomplished more then most could in a career that spanned over a hundred years…

”OH MY GOD!!! CACTUS JACK HAS BECOME KING OF THE DEATHMATCH IN ONE OF THE MOST HORRIFIC AND BRUTAL BRAWLS OF ALL TIME!!”

The injuries are endless…no bone has been left unbroken…no muscle has been left damage…more scars then skin cover his body…

”MANKIND HAS JUST BEEN THROWN ALMOST THIRTY FEET IN THE AIR THROUGH A TABLE!!! HE’S NOT MOVING!!!”

A normal man would have called it a career long ago…

”HE’S MISSING PART OF HIS EAR, HE’S WEARING A CRIMSON MASK!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEBODY STOP THIS BEFORE MICK FOLEY DIES IN THE RING TONIGHT!!!”

But this is no normal man…Mick Foley may be described as a freak of nature…a man with a death wish…

”JESUS CHRIST!!! MICK FOLEY IS ON FIRE IN THE RING!!! STOP THE DAMN MATCH!!!”

He’s not a Hollywood superstar…he’s not a role model for your children…

”GOD DAMN IT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! CACTUS JACK IS WRAPPED UP IN BARBWIRE FOR GOD’S SAKE!!!”

Some ask why…why would a man put himself through so much pain for so little reward…

”MANKIND IS WORLD CHAMPION!!! MANKIND HAS BEAT THE ODDS AND WON THE TITLE!!!”

But he wouldn’t want it any other way…and come hell, high water, broken bones, torn cartilage, ripped flesh, multiple concussions or even death in the ring…

”WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY THROW AT MICK FOLEY THAT HE HASN’T ALREADY SUFFERED THROUGH NUMEROUS TIMES??”

…he’s gonna do it all over again.

’THE HARDCORE LEGEND’ MICK FOLEY vs. ‘ THE VAMPIRE ‘ KEVIN THORN

The road to the EWE World Heavyweight Championship can only be paved for one…

It’s a warm summer day in Long Island, New York.

The scene opens up in your typical suburban neighborhood. There’s no trace of the typical New York violence you hear stories about everyday…this community is filled with helping, sharing, friendly people who are out mowing their lawns, exchanging hellos and all around living the American Dream.

We travel down the street further until we reach a gated home that reads “FOLEY” across the steel bars. We move through the gates, up the long, winding driveway and into the home of the future wrestling Hall Of Famer Mick Foley.

But this isn’t the same Mick Foley we’ve seen in the exploding matches of death, not the same Mick Foley who has left more of his skin on barbwire then he has on his body at any given moment. Mick is outside playing with his children Dewey, Michael and Noel when his wife Colette walks sticks her head out the door and yells for her husband.

Colette Foley: Mick…telephone call for you.

Mick puts his daughter down on the ground and rushes into the house and takes the cordless phone from his wife’s hand, smiling that missing tooth smile that whole way. Colette walks into the kitchen to do some dishes while Mick speaks to the unknown caller.

Mick Foley: Hello?

Mick’s smile slowly fades away…it doesn’t look like he’s happy with whoever the caller is.

Mick Foley: Vince Russo?

Foley’s face immediately turns sour. He looks to make sure his wife is out of earshot.

Mick Foley: Why the HELL should I even give you the time of day Vince? Why should I waste my time talking to you?

Foley is cut off and listens for a few seconds, watching his children play out the window.

Mick Foley: I don’t care what kind of offer you have…I’m done Vince. Finished, gone, kaput, RETIRED.

We can’t hear Russo speak but we’re sure that he’s screaming at the top of his lungs.

Mick Foley: I don’t care what kind of offer you give me…I don’t care how much money it is…that life is over for me. I’m a family man now…I’d much rather play with my children then be slammed through thousands of thumbtacks of be set on fire…

Foley pauses once again, listen to the fellow New York native.

Mick Foley: I don’t give a DAMN, Russo. I’ve already done all that I can do…accomplished all that’s humanly possible in that business. I’ve given my blood, my sweat, my tears…EVERYTHING I HAVE I PUT INTO THAT BUSINESS!!! And for what? To be screwed over by a banana nose BASTARD Ric Flair in WCW? To be used as a mid-card comedy act in the World Wrestling Federation? For the fans to turn their back on me while I sacrificed my LIFE each and every NIGHT OF THE WEEK?!?

You can tell Russo is doing his best to convince the hardcore legend of a possible return to the ring.

Mick Foley: No, no, NO!!!A thousand times, NO VINCE!!! It’s not gonna happen!!! I’m too old…I’m washed up…you don’t want me. I can’t hang with the superstars of today’s world…I can’t do it…I don’t have it anymore…

Once again we can hear Russo scream but can’t make out exactly what he’s saying.

Mick Foley: Russo…I’m sorry about the fact that we’ve never had the opportunity to do business together on a personal level. I’m sorry that you didn’t have more time to give me the respect I deserve…but that time has passed for me, and I’m a family man now. I appreciate the offer from you and Empire Wrestling Entertainment…but the answer…is no…

Without even saying goodbye Mick hangs up the phone. He closes is eyes and thinks back…

BLOOD THUMBTACKS BARBWIRE

He opens his eyes, almost with a look of horror on his face.

Mick turns and sees his wife standing against the wall.

She heard the whole thing.

With a cloth in one hand and a plate in the other Mick rushes over to console her, tears streaming down her face.

Colette Foley: Mick…you promised…

He holds her close.

Mick Foley: I know Colette I know…and believe me…I’m NOT going to break that promise I made to you. I’m not going to leave my children again…I can’t I just can’t go through that all again…

A single tear rolls down Foley’s cheek.

Mick Foley: Mark my words Colette…Cactus Jack…Dude Love…Mankind…will NEVER…step into a wrestling ring…EVER…again.

Fade Out.

Later that night.

There’s a knock at the front door at the Foley Household.

Colette Foley: TERRY!

Colette Foley wraps her arms around Terry Funk, a mentor and role model of her husband, not to mention longtime friend.

Colette Foley: It’s good to see you Terry.

Terry Funk: You two Colette.

Colette Foley: It’s so nice of you to surprise us like this…we have plenty of room feel free to stay with us as long as you want, Terry. You know you’re always welcome here.

Funk nods.

Terry Funk: Maybe I could juss’ trouble you for some dinner Colette? I don’t plan on stayin’ but I just thought I’d visit an old friend…

She looks a little disappointed.

Colette Foley: Oh, okay. Well sure you can join us…we were just about to sit down at the table, come on in.

Terry smiles.

Terry Funk: Thank you m’am…

Terry removes his cowboy boots and the camera turns to see Mick Foley almost shaking with anger standing in the corner out of sight from his former mentor and his wife.

A surprise visit from his best friend the same day Vince Russo calls, begging him to return to the world of wrestling?

Mick smells a rat.

The Foley’s and Terry Funk are sitting around the dinner table.

Mick sits next to his wife, stone faced, trying his best to hide his anger towards his friend Terry Funk who sits at the opposite end of the dinner table. Terry is finishing up what’s left on his plate while Mick has barely touched any of his food, never taking his eyes off of Funk.

Terry Funk: A fine meal Colette.

She blushes.

Colette Foley: Oh thank you Terry…you’re so sweet.

Terry Funk: As sweet as a Texas rattlesnake haha…

Colette touches Mick’s arm.

Colette Foley: Mick you’ve barely touched your food. Is something wrong?

Foley speaks through his clenched teeth.

Mick Foley: I’m not…hungry.

Colette gulps and looks back and forth from Terry to Mick, knowing that there is some unspoken tension towards Terry.

Mick Foley: Would you excuse me for a moment please?

Foley stands up and him and Terry exchange in a heated stare down. Funk cracks a smile.

Terry Funk: Well go on Mick none of us are stopping you…

Mick walks away and into the bathroom. He turns the faucet to the sink on and splashes some cold water on his face and looks at himself in the mirror.

Mick Foley: Is this how far you’re willing to go Russo? I wonder how much money it took to convince that old BASTARD to come here and try and convince me to leave my family again? Just like you Terry…you’re so selfish you don’t care who YOU HURT!!! You don’t care that I could leave and never come back…or if I do…that it could be in a body bag…YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME!!! Vince Russo gives you a couple dollars and a plane ticket to Long Island and like a thief in the night…you show up. Well not today Terry…NEVER again.

Mick’s lower lip trembles.

Mick Foley: You can’t convince me Terry…Vince Russo can’ convince me…GOD HIMSELF can’t convince me…I’m NEVER going to step into that ring again…and there’s NOTHING anybody can do about it…

Mick head butts the mirror hard, but not hard enough to break the glass. A small trail of blood trickles down his forehead, down his nose and hits his lips…

EXPLOSIONS BROKEN BONES CAGES BLOOD

Mick shakes his head.

Mick Foley: NO!!

The door is slowly opened.

Colette Foley: Mick?

Mick’s wife opens the door and is immediately shocked.

Colette Foley: Oh my God! Mick, what happened?

She rushes to the aid of her husband, doing her best to stop the bleeding from the small wound on her husbands forehead.

Mick Foley: Nothing…I just hit my head on the corner of the counter is all.

She doesn’t buy it.

Colette Foley: Mick…I’m not stupid. This was because of Terry wasn’t it?

He doesn’t respond.

Colette Foley: What is it with you today? Terry wants to pay a visit to his old friend…his BEST friend and you act like you two are mortal enemies again.

Mick Foley: That man…that scum…that son of a BITCH sitting in MY HOUSE and MY TABLE…is NOT a friend!!!

Colette Foley: What? Mick how dare you say something like that!!! Terry has been a friend to you, our children and me for years!!

Mick Foley: You’re right Colette…but as long as I’ve known Terry Funk I’ve known one thing about him that will NEVER change…he’s a SNAKE!!!

Colette Foley: Mick…people change. Terry is a different man from all those years ago.

Mick shakes his head.

Mick Foley: No…times change…seasons change…but PEOPLE…DON’T change Colette!!! Terry Funk has and always will be a greedy no good BASTARD!!

Colette Foley: You think this has something to do with wrestling?

Mick Foley: Of course. You think it’s just a coincidence that very same DAY that Vince Russo calls me, pleading with me to come to work for his new company…saying he’ll make me a millionaire, make all my wildest dreams come true…and I turn him down. Hell I’m already a best selling author…number ONE on the New York Times best seller list…I’ve got all the money I need!! I say that my time for that has past and I’ll never step foot in the ring again…and the same DAY Terry Funk shows up at OUR home for a surprise visit? I don’t buy it Colette…

Colette thinks for a moment.

Colette Foley: Mick…maybe you’re just jumping to conclusions.

Mick puts his head down.

Mick Foley: I hope so Colette…I really do…

He looks in the direction of the dining room.

Mick Foley: For HIS sake…I sure as God damn well hope so…

Mick and his wife enter the dining room once again to find Terry Funk playing with Mick’s children. He’s wrestling around with Mick’s son Dewey, letting him get the upper hand when he sees Mick.

Colette Foley: Kids why don’t you come with me downstairs for a little while…why don’t we let your father and Uncle Terry catch up on old times, okay?

They all join their mother but not before Terry slips Dewey a five dollar bill for his best efforts against his “Uncle.” Dewey hugs Funk and Foley looks like he could explode at any moment.

Colette takes her children downstairs and we’re left with the two hardcore legends. The two men who not only brought hardcore wrestling into the mainstream, but also even made it into a company that nearly went national.

Mick Foley and Terry Funk.

Mick pulls up a chair and he and Terry sit across from each other.

Terry Funk: So Mick…how you been?

Mick Foley: How DARE you…

Funk looks taken aback.

Mick Foley: HOW DARE YOU TERRY FUNK!!!

Terry holds his hands in front of him.

Terry Funk: Jesus Christ, Mick calm down…what the hell is wrong with you?

Foley sticks a finger in his own chest.

Mick Foley: What’s wrong with ME???? I don’t know Terry I think the bigger questions is…what’s wrong with YOU!?!

Terry Funk: I don’t follow…are you sure you haven’t been smoking Foley?

Mick Foley: DON’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!!! Terry I’ve known you for more then twenty five years…we’ve been through it all together…and THIS…THIS is NOT YOU Terry Funk.

Funk looks puzzled.

Mick Foley: You come into my home…INTO MY HOME!!! Where my wife sleeps…where my children play with their toys…and you’re gonna pull this CRAP?!? YOU MAKE ME SICK!!!!

Out of nowhere Foley rears back and slaps Funk across the face. Funk laughs, while holding the side of his face.

Terry Funk: It seems like you’re still the same old paranoid FREAK back when they called you MANKIND, huh Mick?

Mick Foley: DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT NAME IN THIS HOUSE!!! Mankind…IS DEAD!!! Dude Love…IS DEAD!! Cactus Jack…IS DEAD!!! AND THEY’RE NOT COMING BACK TERRY!!! NOT FOR YOU!!! NOT FOR VINCE RUSSO!!! NOT FOR ANYBODY!!!

Funk holds his hands up once again.

Terry Funk: Alright, alright Mick…you caught me.

He stares a hole through Foley who is in a total rage.

Terry Funk: You do know me better then I know myself Mick I gotta hand it to you…But let me tell you something Mick…man to man. What you’re doing right now…is STUPID!

Funk speaks with the utmost of seriousness in his voice.

Terry Funk: You really think this is you? You really think all of this…is Mick Foley?

He looks around at all the possessions of the Foley household. Mick doesn’t respond.

Terry Funk: It’s YOU who’s living a lie Mick…not me, not Vince Russo, not anybody else but yourself. You say Cactus Jack, Mankind, Dude Love…you say they’re all dead…well I say…they’re VERY MUCH alive inside you Foley.

Mick just stares at the ground.

Terry Funk: You keep telling me…telling Vince…telling your family that your life inside the wrestling ring is over. Come on Mick…you and I both know you’re lying through whatever teeth you have left inside your head.

Funk smirks at his little joke.

Terry Funk: You’ve wrestled in MORE retirement matches…then you’ve had REGULAR matches. You don’t leave this business…this business…leaves YOU!

He points at Mick.

Terry Funk: And for you to say that you’re gone and never coming back…is a damn lie.

Could he possibly be convincing Mick to come back?

Terry Funk: Look at me…they used to call me middle aged and crazy…well now I’m OVER THE HILL and crazy Mick…and I’ll always be. I don’t give a damn what they call me or who they put in front of me…I was put on this planet…I was put on God’s green earth for one reason and one reason only…

He pauses.

Terry Funk: …to fight. And whether it be in the wrestling ring, on the streets or anywhere, at any damn time…that’s exactly what I’m gonna do every day of my life.

Mick shakes his head, not wanting to believe it.

Terry Funk: And whether you want to believe it or not Mick…so were you.

Mick Foley: No…I was put on this earth to enjoy life with my family.

Terry Funk: Don’t fool yourself Mick. There’s no other man in this universe who could take me to the limit like you have so many times before. Like you said we’ve done it all…we’ve fought everywhere in the world…spilled so much blood we had the people thinking we had changed into red jumpsuits mid match…

He puts a hand on his knee.

Terry Funk: And a GIFT like that…never goes away Mick. It never goes away. You can hide it. You can surround yourself with all these possessions and tell yourself that the fire that once burned inside you has been put out and will never burn again…but lets be honest here…it’s not. All your books, your wife, you CHILDREN…it’s all a giant cover up Mick. You’ve done your best to convince the entire world that you’re a normal guy who’s happy living the American Dream I a small neighborhood with a loving family…well Mick…

Funk holds his stomach.

Terry Funk: It makes me SICK! It makes me sick to see that you’re embarrassed of what you REALLY are. What you really are is one crazy, sick, demonic BASTARD! You’re not a family man who would rather sit back and watch life pass you by while you’re in the comfort of your own home…you’re a man who lives life on the EDGE!

Mick rocks back and forth in his chair.

Terry Funk: When you take away all this CRAP Mick…when it all comes down to it…you KNOW you’d much rather ride the roller coaster to hell then ride the ferris wheel to heaven.

He puts a hand on Mick’s shoulder.

Terry Funk: So what’dya say Mick? ONE more time for old times sake? Are you gonna show the world who you really are once and for all…or are you gonna keep living a lie? Are you gonna continue to live in the “security” of a house like this…or are you gonna be the sick BASTARD who would sleep on the streets or in the gutter as long as you’d get a chance to cause somebody some PAIN? What’s your answer gonna be Mick?

It seems like minutes go by before Foley finally answers.

Mick Foley: You want an answer?? I’LL GIVE YOU AN ANSWER TERRY!!!

Foley lunges at Terry Funk and the two crash through the dinner table. Mick is going totally insane…breaking glasses, plates over Funk’s head, and using anything and EVERYTHING to cause his mentor the same pain he just caused him. Mick punches Terry repeatedly in the face, causing the giant laceration on his forehead to open hugely and blood to pour all over Mick’s kitchen floor.

Mick Foley: I could end your PATHETIC life right now Terry…but no…I’m gonna make you wish you were dead…but you’re not gonna die…your gonna experience the PAIN and the SUFFERING I’ve lived with for the past TEN YEARS!!!

Foley continues his beat down on Funk as we fade away again.

We reopen with a shot inside a dark boiler room.

We hear the rumbling of the furnace and of other machines and things scattering around that would surely scare anybody if they were in this place alone.

Accept one man considers this dark, dreary, lifeless place home…

We see Mick Foley behind a giant crate sitting on the floor. He’s wearing a flannel vest with a black t-shirt underneath and his trademark black sweat pants. He looks totally emotionless…he’s not afraid, he’s not happy, he’s not anything.

Mick Foley: So this is what you people want?

He yanks on his tangled hair.

Mick Foley: Every time I walk away from this business I walk away thinking I’ve left behind a legacy…a HARDCORE legacy that won’t be matched by ANYBODY!! But every time I turn to look back on what I’ve left behind…you people pull me back in.

He rests his head against the large crate beside him.

Mick Foley: It’s not enough that I’ve nearly died in that ring for almost twenty years straight…it’s not enough…IT’S NEVER ENOUGH!!! You people take, and you take, and you take…AND WHAT DO I GET IN RETURN?!?! Cheap pops? Is that what I’ve worked my entire career for? I spent all those years in Japan…all those death matches, all the bloodshed…for a guy that will be remembered for giving the big thumbs up…and reading your towns name off the back of a microphone?? It’s PATHETIC.

Spit flies from his mouth.

Mick Foley: You people have reduced me to nothing…NOTHING!!! YOU WANT ME??? YOU WANT MICK FOLEY??? WELL NOW YOU GOT MICK FOLEY!!! AND YOU’RE ALL GONNA HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!!!

Foley slams his head hard into the crate.

Mick Foley: Every SINGLE TIME I walk away you people beg and you pled…”Please Mick…one more match…one more match.” WELL HERE IT IS!!! HERE’S ONE MATCH!!! TWO MATCHES!!! AS MANY MATCHES UNTIL I DIE IF THAT’S WHAT IT’S GONNA TAKE FOR YOU PEOPLE TO GET OFF MY BACK!!!

He almost looks to be in pain.

Mick Foley: I have the attitude that I’d DIE in that ring to give you people what you want…to make the price of your ticket worth it…even if it just was for my match alone. You KNEW that when you paid to see Mick Foley…or Cactus Jack or Mankind or Dude Love…you KNEW deep down in your black heart you were getting your moneys worth. And for a while…I thought that I had accomplished my goal…I thought that you people ACTUALLY RESPECTED ME!! But I was wrong…WRONG!!! While I was putting my body…my soul…and my LIFE on the line for you people it was guys like RIC FLAIR…HULK HOGAN…and the ULTIMATE WARRIOR who got all the big paychecks. You cheered louder for THEM when their entrance music hit, then ME when I got put through a flaming table. You bought a HULK HOGAN t-shirt for whatever the price was while you didn’t even glance at the Mankind mask or the five-dollar Mick Foley t-shirt…you but the Ric Flair’s and the Ultimate Warrior’s of the world in multi-million dollar mansions while MICK FOLEY practically lived on the streets!!! Struggling to make it to the next damn show it time for my match…AND DOING IT ALL OVER AGAIN NIGHT AFTER NIGHT!!!

He closes his eyes and looks towards the ceiling.

Mick Foley: So Empire Wrestling Entertainment needs a guy to be punished…battered and bruised in every shape and form and who do they call? ME! I’ve done it for nearly twenty years so why wouldn’t I want to continue? Well let me tell you people something…I’m DONE fighting for you people. I don’t give a CRAP whether you people walk away from the shows saying you got your moneys worth or not…I’m not gonna be your scapegoat anymore. I’m not gonna be the lovable Mick Foley…I’m not gonna be the “People’s Warrior” Mick Foley, no…I’m not gonna give cheap pops and dedicate the rest of my career to the fans…I’m gonna be the REAL Mick Foley!!

Foley sticks his tongue through his gap in his teeth and licks his lips.

Mick Foley: The RUTHLESS Mick Foley who doesn’t give a DAMN about you people or what you think. The Mick Foley who looks out for NUMBER ONE…and number one only. And there’s now only ONE thing that means a damn to me anymore. ONE THING worth putting my blood and time into…ONE GOAL that I’ve set for myself and will NOT STOP until I reach it…the EWE…World Heavyweight Championship.

We are reminded of Mick’s number one contenders match this coming Monday night.

Mick Foley: So Monday night…I return to the ring AGAIN. AGAIN I put my well being in the line of fire for you people against a man…a CREATURE of the night. A man who makes Blade look like Alice In Wonderland…Kevin Thorn.

He opens his eyes and looks into the camera…as cold as ice.

Mick Foley: Kevin it seems like you’re that rebel…who’s finally found his cause. You’re a guy…much like myself. You’ve been held back your entire career by management…much like I was so many years ago. And now you’ve finally found a path that leads you to glory. You’ve found that road that takes you to your destiny…that takes you to the ultimate prize in our business…World…Heavyweight…Gold.

Mick’s laying it all on the line.

Mick Foley: All you have to do is win ONE MATCH…ONE MATCH and you’re there…you’re in that utopia that’s eluded you your entire career. It’s that easy right Kevin?

He smirks but then quickly frowns.

Mick Foley: Wrong. You’re not just facing a member of the talent roster…you’re not facing any normal hombre Kevin…you’re facing THE HARDCORE LEGEND!!! A man that even though he’s never been recognized for his efforts and for all his sacrifices in this business…he STILL will go through hell to have his hand raised in victory at the end of the match. And expect NO different when you and I get into that ring Monday night Kevin…expect me to break your bones…expect me to tear your flesh…expect your blood to run all over the mat like the rivers of PAIN that I have bled so MANY times before…

Mick punches himself in the leg repeatedly.

Mick Foley: You’re a vampire, huh kid? You suck the blood of your enemies? WELL I SPILL THE BLOOD OF MINE!!! There will be blood Kevin…I guarantee you that…BUT IT WON’T BE MY BLOOD THAT STAINS THE MAT!!! IT WON’T BE MY BLOOD THAT RESTS IN PUDDLES!!! IT WILL BE YOURS!!! Yours while you lay face down in it.

He runs a hand through his tangled hair.

Mick Foley: You’ll see Kevin…you’ll be the first but you won’t be the last to see this ANIMAL I have become. You may be chuckling to yourself…saying that I’ve been an animal my entire career…my entire life. Well you’re right. Ever since I jumped off that roof and crashed into a stack of boxes and mattresses I’ve been a ruthless animal that smiles when he sees blood…and laughs when he hears cries of pain and agony. But I’ve been a CAGED animal…and it’s FINALLY time for the REAL Mick Foley to show his face to the world. Trust me Kevin…I’d still rather die in that ring then taste the bitter taste of defeat…but you Kevin Thorn…you DARE to walk up to the tree…and take a bite out of the BADDEST APPLE OF THEM ALL!!!!

He points to himself.

Mick Foley: Make no mistake about it Kevin when it all comes down to it…it’s KILL or be killed when you step in that ring with Mick Foley…and I’ve ALWAYS been the predator in that ring…BANG BANG!!! I’ve proved it time and time again Kevin Thorn…I can be BEATEN to within an inch of my life…and sometimes even that inch be taken away from me…but you can NEVER…NEVER STOP MICK FOLEY!!! I’m the disease underneath your skin that won’t go away…I’m the fever you always seem to catch…the poison you mistakenly swallow…Well let me tell you something Kevin Thorn it’s time that poison killed whatever hope you had LEFT you reaching your goal of becoming World Champion!!

He begins to rock back and forth.

Mick Foley: It’s not about gimmicks for me anymore…Cactus Jack is DEAD…Dude Love…DEAD…Mankind…DEAD. But Mick Foley…

He chuckles to himself.

Mick Foley: Mick Foley is still VERY much alive!! And whether it is barbwire, tables, ladders, chairs or fire…what ever I have to go through it doesn’t matter because I WILL become champion of the world once again!!! This isn’t a fairy tale Kevin…there is no underdog story here…I walk IN as the favorite…I walk OUT as the victor and you…YOU lay on the canvas covered in your only body fluids, struggling to get air into your lungs, fearing that death may be just around the corner. WELL GET USED TO THE FEELING KEVIN!!! Get used to thinking that at any moment your life may be stolen from you…BECAUSE I LIVE WITH THAT FEELING EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE!!! And you know what?

He smiles sadistically.

Mick Foley: I LIKE it! I really, REALLY like it! I enjoyed waking up every day of the week knowing that VERY NIGHT I would step in the ring with another man…and one of us would have YEARS taken off of our life. Both of us would walk away with brand new scars to be sported as prized possessions down the road…but only ONE of us would WALK away from the ring under their own power. And believe me Thorn…there has been MANY time that my opponent thought I was finished, that I was defeated, that I was DEAD!! Only for me to reach down deep…and pull what ever life I had left inside me to the surface and to fight with every last breath in my body until I had nothing left…and then…THEN I’D FIGHT SOME MORE!!! Because that’s what I do Kevin Thorn…I amaze the crowd, I leave the spectators in awe leaving everybody thinking that Mick Foley…can’t POSSIBLY be human!!! After all…what normal human being can be thrown off a Hell In The Cell…have his teeth broken out and stabbed through his own face…be slammed onto thumbtacks back and head first ALL IN THE SAME MATCH…AND KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE?!?! And people DARE call me a glorified STUNTMAN?!? I’ve done more for this business then Kevin Thorn, Ric Flair or ANYBODY else EVER WILL!!!

A glorified stuntman? Not a chance.

Mick Foley: Anybody who has watched ONE MATCH…just ONE knows the sacrifices I make on a daily basis and how much and far FAR I would WILLINGLY go for the people…for my fans…for people I THOUGHT I could consider my friends…

He shakes his head.

Mick Foley: But I was fooled. You all pulled one over on old Mick Foley…you ACTUALLY had me thinking that you people CARED about me!!! You had me thinking you CARED if I LIVED…OR DIED. But once I walked away from the ring the FIRST TIME it all became clear to me…you couldn’t care LESS if I died in the ring…as long as it was a terrific explosion, or cross made of barbwire I died or…or a chair that broken my skull into thousands of tiny pieces across the mat…hell you prayed for it to happen…YOU WANTED TO SEE ME DIE!!! But I did what I’ve always done…I DEFIED the odds and LIVED through it ALL!! And believe me…sometimes I WISH that I had died when I jumped off that roof over twenty years ago…because the pain I suffered at that very moment…the BRUTAL suffering I endured was nothing…NOTHING to the lifetime of HURT I was sentenced to!!

Mick is so overcome with emotion he looks like he could blow up right in front of us.

Mick Foley: Vince McMahon thought he was fulfilling my dream when he made me a WWF superstar…he thought it made me happy when I signed on the dotted line and threw away my morals, my principals, EVERYTHING I stood for just to wear a leather mask and be treated like CRAP every God damn day!! Well thanks…THANK YOU VINCENT KENNEDY MCMAHON FOR PUTTING ME THROUGH MORE PAIN AND TORMENT THEN I EVER THOUGHT HUMANLY POSSIBLE!!! I never knew becoming a household name was as easy as losing part of my ear, GALLONS of blood and more concussions then I have fingers and toes…what I have LEFT of fingers and toes. But we live a society where EVERYBODY is sick…EVERYONE has the same disease…

He spits.

Mick Foley: Everybody suffers from the disease of violence. Day and night EVERYBODY craves it. They want to see it…they want to live it…and MICK FOLEY became the POSTER BOY for it!!! Well I thought I was cured…I thought the hunger I had for violence was gone. I thought if I sheltered myself with pointless nothings like a family…a wife who was after my money…children who didn’t even love me…I thought I’d become NORMAL. But I’ll never be normal…you’ll never be normal Kevin Thorn…we’ve been labeled as FREAKS because we’re different…and we are VERY different. And Monday night on Uncensored we’ll show the entire world just HOW different we can both be when we beat the HELL out of each other! Because you see Kevin…only ONE of us can have our path to the EWE World Title paved in gold…only one of us will walk away gaining EVERYTHING while the other loses it all and slips to the bottom of the ladder. And I’ve been at the bottom for FAR too long to let some makeup wearing PUNK like you Kevin Thorn use me as a stepping stool to but yourself in the main event at Chaos Theory…it just ISN’T GONNA HAPPEN!!!

Mick stands up now and begins walking away, the camera frantically trying to follow him.

Mick Foley: I’m a THREE TIME WWF CHAMPION…you’re a ZERO in professional wrestling. If MICK FOLEY never existed there would have been no hardcore revolution…there would have been NO ECW…no tables, ladders and chairs…no attitude era…professional wrestling AS WE KNOW IT…would have ceased to exist before we hit the mid-nineties. I CHANGED the landscape of this business…ME ALONE!!! If you never existed Kevin Thorn what would we be missing? A pair of sharp teeth? A girlfriend that fails to compare to a FORMER close and personal friend of mine, Melina? We’d miss nothing…and don’t give me some crap about how your time has yet to come and how you’ll change the business when you beat me and become World Champion…WAKE UP KEVIN!!! Wake up from your blood sucking fantasy…vampires don’t win titles.

Mick abruptly stops by a shelf that is a little below shoulder height for him. There’s something on the shelf but due to the darkness we can’t make out quite what it is.

Mick Foley: There’s NOTHING you can do to me that I haven’t had done to me before…there’s NO PAIN I haven’t experienced…there’s NO BONE I haven’t broken…like I said I’ve done it all…and I’ll do it again just to teach punks like you a lesson!!!

We see a spark caused by a lighter and Mick lights a tall candle that is resting on the shelf.

Mick Foley: So Kevin Thorn be prepared for all the black you wear Monday night to be turned into one big crimson mask. Be prepared to experience pain you never thought humanly possible…be prepared to DIE in that ring…because you’ll have to KILL me…TO STOP ME!!! And even if you DO…I’ll come back from the dead before I lose to you!!! YOU CAN’T BEAT ME KEVIN!!! I’M HARDCORE!!! I’M HARDCORE!!! I’M HARDCORE!!!!!

Mick grabs something else and we see it as a picture of Kevin Thorn in the form of a playing card. It’s the dreaded, useless “Joker” card. Mick twirls it with the tips of his fingers.

Mick Foley: You and your black magic woman like to predict the future…you like to talk about how the cards will spell your fate and the fate of your foes…well look long and hard Kevin…look into your future and see what the future holds for KEVIN THORN and Mick Foley…

Mick smiles wildly.

Mick Foley: I’m no Madame Cleo…but I can see it as clear as day…I see me and you Monday night stepping into that ring in the main event on the VERY FIRST episode of Uncensored…I see bloodshed…I see suffering…I see DEATH…and I see ME…walking away victorious and ME WINNING the EWE World Heavyweight Championship at Chaos Theory, becoming the FIRST World Champion this company sees, and then turning around and SPITTING in the faces of the fans for repeatedly sticking a knife in my back.

Mick lets the tip of the card catch on fire in the single flame, and watches as the “Joker” card of Kevin Thorn begins to waste away.

Mick Foley: And for you…I see your fate Kevin…I see you tasting defeat…I see you being beaten to within an inch of your sad little life…and I see one of the most INSANE matches EWE will EVER see on their first show between me and you…but unfortunately for you Kevin Thorn…you walk away the loser…you spend some serious time in the hospital, and you next job isn’t in the wrestling world, oh no…it’s being killed on a bad TV series rip off of a movie you surely loved. That’s what the future holds for us Kevin Thorn…it’s FATE!! And nobody…or NOTHING…can STOP fate. Go ahead and try and play God Kevin…but no matter what you do…you simply put CAN’T STOP Mick Foley…Monday night Kevin Thorn…somebody leaves Uncensored…in a BODY BAG!!!

He lets go of the card and the ashes drop to the floor.

Mick Foley: And I’ve seen enough body bags in my day…I’m not about to rest in the next one. But other then me putting a stake through your heart and killing whatever chance you had of making a name for yourself Kevin…make sure to HAVE A NICE DAY!!!

Foley gives the cheesy thumbs up we’ve seen so many times before, but he puts the thumb away and we’re back to the look of sorrow we’ve seen ever since Terry Funk lit the fire inside him.

Fade away.

We reopen inside the Foley home…it’s the same home we saw minutes ago…only now it could pass as a bomb site.

As we go through the different rooms of the Foley home we see everything that was previous hung up on the walls of placed on shelves is scattered and broken all over the floor and something far more disturbing can be seen everywhere…blood.

Blood appears to be streaked all over the floors, walls, even spots on the ceiling…and it surely can’t be the blood of Mick Foley…but where is Mick? Our question is answered when we see Mick Foley standing in the same place where we saw him playing with his children minutes ago. He holds a piece of paper in his hand. He holds the piece of paper up for the camera to see and we see the letters “EWE” in big bold print across the top. The contract is also stained with blood.

Mick Foley: This is what you wanted Terry Funk? You wanted me to put pen to paper and make it official? Well my career comes at a price…a price you may not be willing to pay…BECAUSE IT’S YOUR LIFE!!! AND THE LIVES OF EVERY SUPERSTAR IN EWE!!! What do you think Terry…? What do you say Terry…? You still want me to put my name on this contract? SPEAK UP TERRY!!!

The camera shot widens and we see a site more sickening then the blood all over Mick’s home. We see that leaning up against the Foley home is a giant cross…a cross-covered in barbwire. But even sicker is the fact that Terry Funk has been attached to the cross, tied up in the barbwire. Terry is a total mess. Stained in blood from head to toe…his shirt ripped off and the barbwire-digging deep into his flesh all over his body. Mick pulls a pen from his pocket it and waves it in Funk’s face who is on the verge of unconsciousness…but Mick, the sick bastard wouldn’t dare let Funk pass out and miss out on the pain.

Mick Foley: What do you say Terry…old buddy, old pal…shall we make it official?

Funk is to weak and drained of blood to speak.

Mick Foley: You’re right Terry…a contract doesn’t prove anything, because you see it’s ALREADY been MADE official. Look at yourself Terry…everybody watching your damn televisions TAKE A GOOD LOOK!!! ESPECIALLY YOU KEVIN THORN!!! LOOK LONG AND HARD!!! IF I DID THIS TO MY MENTOR…A MAN I CALLED MY FRIEND…JUST IMAGINE WHAT I’D DO TO ANYBODY ELSE WHO STEPPED IN MY WAY!!!!

Mick stares into the practically lifeless body that was once his best friend.

Mick Foley: So EWE, Dusty Rhodes, Vince Russo…take this as a message…a warning…a PROMISE that if you DON’T give me what I want…and that being my shot at the EWE World Championship…if you try and DENY me of what should be mine…then THIS…

He points to what’s left of Terry Funk.

Mick Foley: THIS WILL CONTINUE TO HAPPEN!!!

Mick holds the contract against Funk’s face with one hand and jams the pen into it with the other, he signs his name….but not without stabbing Funk a few extra times for good measure.

Mick Foley: One more match…one more match…KEVIN THORN it may be the last match you endure…but make no mistake about this…I WILL leave my family…I’ll leave my beautiful wife Colette and my lovely children…and I will RETURN A MAN!!! I will NOT disgrace my family any longer with this shell of a man I’ve become…and MONDAY NIGHT…I begin my journey…my journey back to glory where I will sit on top…FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!! AND NOBODY CAN STOP ME!!! BANG BANG!!! Kevin Thorn…it’s a good thing you come to the ring dressed for a funeral…because Monday night will be YOURS!!! You do your best to look like death Kevin…well Monday night it’ll happen FOR REAL. Because you’re DEAD Kevin Thorn…DEAD and you don’t even know it…have a nice day Kevin…have a nice day…

We fade away.