A shadowy room, a lounge room perhaps, in what looks to be an old style house. The ceiling with a unique design, with birds or something type of winged creature being the main feature. Its late, maybe eleven or even twelve oclock at night. With the sound of a crackling fire in the background, the camera slowly moves down, reveal a man sitting in a chair. The lights are off, and the only light is coming from the fire. In random intervals, we see half of the face of the man. Who isnt moving, just sitting; with the fire continue to crack.
Slowly the man leans forward, revealing himself to be Justin Cooper. Something is different however, as Cooper is only just visible. He continues to stare, not in our direction, but at the fire. Watching as it burns the wood, which lay underneath it. With his hands moving through his hair, Cooper leans backward, while looking up. The lights are still out, as Cooper, who isnt his normal self, continues just to sit. With something in his right hand, this isnt visible to us. He has a firm grip on whatever the object is, holding it tight.
Twice, not one but two shots. And what did I get, nothing. While Alex Bowen is living it up, getting the free food, all the press, they think hes a Champion?
Cooper shakes his head, with disapproval of the thought of this man being called Champion.
No, this man isnt a Champion; he is nothing more than the common swine. From his ego, which makes him believe he has actually earned that title. To his delusional mind, which allows him to see himself as a veteran. If Alex Bowen is able to defeat Chris Jones this week, his major challenge will be waiting for him at Kingdom Come. That challenge will be me, and at Kingdom Come, Ill finally reach the ultimate goal. I promise you Alex Bowen, I will take the Mayhem Championship.
A short pause by Cooper, who examines the object in his hand.
It seems this week, that Ill be facing multiple boys, in a battle royal. With the match having little rules, Ill be able to do, anything I want. From hitting Ferbian in the skull with a stop sign, to smashing a chair off the head of Agony.
Slowly Cooper sits forward, revealing a cut on his head, with a few drops of blood hitting the floor. A small line of pure, red blood is moving down is face. Cooper knows its there, however he doesnt clean it off. He just allows it to run down his face.
This week, I show no mercy. Since I debuted here, I have shown respect, I have done everything I could. But I got nothing, well not anymore. You see, as this blood runs down my face. I promise that you will see a side of Justin Cooper that you couldnt even dream of. A side which has more power than Big Dave, a side with more brains than Constantine, a side with more destructive plans than Vengeance. You see, this week, I allow something which has been hiding inside me, to finally escape.
From the depths of my being, I allow the mayhem to take control. After this match, the entire world, will not understand what has happened. Because, I have always had a dark side. I just never let it out; I never allowed it to take over. Well those times are over; the time to play is done.
Cooper reveals that the object in his right hand was in fact a steel chair. He slowly brings it to his cheek, holding it against his face.
Play time is finished boys and girls; its now time to feel the pain. Because once the bell rings, all bets are off. Not even the charisma of Mr Paradyse could save him. These rookies wish to take my spot on the card for Kingdom Come, I say let them try.
Because nobody, not Saxton, not Ferbian, not Agony, nobody has more to gain in this match than me. Those boys dont understand how much this means, well I do. These fools, theyll take this chance for granted. Even DK Wilton, who isnt even in the match yet. He talks about it being his chance to finally break out of his losing streak. He talks about having been in the ring with some of the biggest names in the company.
Cooper stops, holding the chair down toward the ground. He takes a breath, thinking, wondering about something.
While he may have competed against the greats, he still lost. It doesnt matter if you go to war, and kill the mighty commanders, and then lose. It means nothing if you lose, and we all know that. Wilton, while you have competed against Champions and lost. I have faced Champions and won! I have pinned a former tag team Champion, when he was holding the title. In my third match, I defeated a Champion, while you still struggled to even gain a contract. That tells me, that Im still the better athlete and even a better musician.
Since the announcement of this match, all I have heard is that I deserve to be the winner, oh its my time. Im going to win, Paradyse for Mayhem Champion. Please, just shut up. None of you deserve it more than me. I have worked harder, than all of you put together. I have come so close, and I know, that after I win the Battle Royal, my time will come. In just a few short weeks, the Mayhem Championship will hang in the balance. In a battle where, good and evil hold no bounds. In a battle where it doesnt matter how you got there, just that you made it to the event.
While my opponents will take this chance as a right, I take it as a privilege. I understand, what it means to be in these types of matches. They dont, with the exception of Ferbian, know of the men have been involved in a high profile match like myself. Let them continue to be blind, come this week, their song finishes. As I once again, right their final verse!
With the chair now lying beside him, Cooper leans forward. His hands twisted, fingers pointing in all different directions. With one hand looking like some type of firearm.
Since Ive been here, I distanced myself from the music world. Even saying Im done, well since this week is such a big situation. I thought I lay one down!
Yo, this week I begin to run
Im going to Pay Per View, to Kingdom Come
Nobody gonna stop me, Im raising the roof
Youll be calling me 50, because Im bullet proof
Youll hit me, with everything you got
But it isnt enough, to stop my force
I have you running, filing for divorce
With the battle royal, Im winning this thing
Yo, Im better them everyone, I get paid to sing
From the black guy, to the ladies man
I knock you all down
This match is filled with more dogs
.then China town
At Kingdom Come Ill be facing a chump
Bowen you dont want to wrestle
All you want is to hump
More than your mother, who is obsessed with me
You beating me, is like Agony winning a spelling bee
Yo, Bowen you say your tough,
Walking around with my title
That is my life dawg, it freaking vital
I need it, I want it, so bloody bad
Yo, Ill beat you for it, Ill make you so sad
From the Main Event, to the little bitty royal
I take my place, leave you buried in soil
And to that fool DK, talking trash
Calling me a rookie,
Youll crumble faster, than a Subway cookie
You never won a match, always losing quick
You dont like what Im saying,
Well you can suck my
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Cooper doesnt finish the rap, as we all know what the next word would have been. With his Mayhem Battle Royal in the next couple of days, this dark side of Cooper may begin to spread. The change may be happening, he once called society a cancer. Has Cooper caught the disease, his words speak of violence, something that a man of class doesnt. With his own blood on his hands tonight, whose blood will be on his hands this week? All that we know is that Justin Cooper is prepared for a match that will ask for dark things. Things which call for blood, punishment, and for the competitors to have no regard for others health. This man looks ready, he sounds ready, and he was dangerous before, what about now?
