The feud that truly made Triple H a main event performer, and arguably the best of Mick Foley's to boot. The intensity between the two really came out of the TV screen, and looking back it truly feels like one last hurrah from Mrs. Foley's Baby Boy. The match was prefaced by one of the all time great pro wrestling promos from Cactus, which ends with the spine-tingling declaration that '...this is no dream, this is a nightmare. Maybe, but it's my nightmare, and I decide when I wake up'. As I said, spine-tingling. Foley's career was on the line against Triple H's WWF Championship, and Hell in a Cell would be the setting. The match itself was every bit as violent as a Cell match should be, but the feelings of desperation and sheer need from both competitors is what pushes it up. Triple H was becoming more and more ruthless throughout his reign, and this match acted as something of a final step to becoming the Cerebral Assassin. He showed the human vulnerability throughout, ultimately pushing through it to put Cactus away with no remorse. It was intense, it was emotional, it was fantastic. A lot of the love for the match gets dulled because of Foley's repeated comebacks, but if we treat this as the end of the first stage of his career then it was a hell of a way to go out.