The Return of Cacao Daemon The jOltvision flickers as the numbers 666 come across the screen. The screen then fades to black as a eriee feeling comes over the crowd. The fans sit in all as the watch closely to the jOltvision...... -=While most of the world is experiencing intense heat, and violent weather, for the 40th consecutive year Brooklyn, New York is under the glow of the moon, and bitter bite of Rage and Despair. The sun has not risen in 40 years, and the weather has not reached above freezing. No one really knows the reason for all this, but it does seem to be evident. Most of the towns folk have left Brooklyn seeking other areas to raise a family. Anson Larue has not left. He sits on top of Old Hill in the largest and oldest house in New York. The Mansion of former female serial killer, Madeline Mace. Today however he's not in the dark confines of the mansion. He's decided to take a little stroll.=- -=Brooklyn National Park, used to be known for it's abundance of apple tree's, is now a barren frozen tundra. Larue doesn't seem to mind. He slowly glides across the once crowded bike trail. Black and red sweater, short hair and wind blowing against his corpse and sadistic face. His hands rest in the praying position with his head tilted down.=- Larue: 'The time of judgment, anarchy, and declaration of evil is creeping ever so close. For 4 years I've received letters from fans? or are they enemies? wondering where I've been. They all say they want to see the return of The Sadistic One, the man that has promised Tartarus. For 4 years I sat at home contemplating my next move.' -=He pulls his hands out, lights a cigarette and continues his stroll.=- Larue: 'Rush Limbaugh once called me 'a disgrace to the world of sports entertainment' Fat boy kept telling everyone it's all acting, it's all fake, but when I enter the ring people really get hurt. -=small laugh=- That's because it's real chubby, it's all real. All the blood shed here in Brooklyn during the three matches sanctioned in my mansion. All three times Whether it be Reece Khan, Reggie James, or any other fed retard that has had to sign waivers to air the match. Is it fake? No it's not. -=taking a hit of the cigarette=- As you see me now you are probably wondering what all this senseless Psychobabble is all about. Well, you simple minded fools, it's me informing you all that Anson Larue, the one branded The Lunatic, Satan, Cacao Daemon, has finally decided that its time to make some changes around here' -=Larue stops dead in his tracks, and looks into the sky, and nods=- Larue: 'It's time for the world to witness a new Larue. I'm darker, more sinister, and bent on revenge. I've been asked whether or not I'm what the sports entertainment world calls heel or face. Here's my answer to that. SVJ.......JCon.......Jimmy Martinez.......The Backbone........Derecho........Ninja K........Aran Thompson.......but most importantly.......Sylo.......I have called out all of you. It's now time for me to make the largest impact ever in the jOlt. Everyone watch over your back, because there's a Lunatic on the loose.' -=Larue's eyes almost seem to glow red, a blood red. His expression has changed from content to almost enraged, however he controls this rage from within. There is so much this world has to learn about The Lunatic.=- Larue: 'Welcome to Tartarus...man is obsolete....erase....extinct...' The jOltvision fades to black......