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Death wish
Topic Started: Jun 9 2017, 07:55 AM (86 Views)
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The shot opens to Marcus LeVine's home, the massive redbrick masterpiece with white pillars holding the roof above the entrance. The path to the doorstep was a stepping stone walkway leading up to the brick staircase which led to the front door. On either side is a beautiful garden, with a rainbow of colourful flowers and small creeks of water flowing around it. The camera continues to move to Marcus's door, and as it gets within a few steps, the door opens by itself. We continue to walk, and the front door leads to a foyer, directly forward is a grand staircase which would lead to the second floor. The right seems to be a garden room, to the left as well. More rooms stem of the foyer, a ballroom, a coat room, a dining hall (which the cameraman seemed to avoid), and where the camera comes to, the Parlour.

Marcus sits with his fiancee, holding her tightly as they watch the screen, in the room with them is also an older man, Marcus's father who also watched the screen closely, and we can hear Bane's voice:

Bane:
"I await your answer, Marcus."

The room is quiet for a long time as that last line rings in everyone's ears.

Marcus LeVine:
"So, that's where we are... So I have a death match on July 16th"

Papa LeVine:
"What? Mon fils, are you crazy? You can't agree to this."

Cassie Sykes:
"Marcus, don't do this, a death match? With that psycho."

Marcus LeVine:
"I've been through worse haven't I?"

Cassie Sykes:
"NO! YOU haven't gone through anything like that. YOU are not the man who fought Dixie Lanford. That was a different person, I don't want that Marcus back."

Marcus LeVine:
"Well, I better be that Marcus, that Marcus is the one who proposed to you. Cassie, you know what this means to me, you more than anyone know what this means to me. Papa, this is my dream, my life, my everything, and he took it from you."

Papa LeVine:
"But he didn't take everything! Mon chou, you have to realise that. You have me, you have Cassie, you have your mother. What would she say if she was here right now?"

Marcus LeVine:
"She'd talk my head off for hours and tell me some story about an elephant."

Papa LeVine:
"And that story would tell you that this was a bad idea! C'est fou! You already nearly gave me a heart attack after that match with Lanford, you can't do this again, son.
Tu es mon coeur. Que ferais-je sans mon cœur? Can you tell me that Marcus?"


Marcus LeVine:
"No. I can't Papa. But, I can tell you to trust me, and to love me, and to have faith in me. Can you do that?"

Papa LeVine:
"You can't do this to me. You can't do this to your mother!"

Marcus LeVine:
"Papa. Don't do that, don't use mum to make your points. Just talk to me like your son, talk to me."

Marcus's father simply shakes his head, unable to find the words to say to his son. Cassie jumps in.

Cassie Sykes:
"Marcus, I love you. I hate this, but I love you. I can't tell you enough how much I hate this idea, but if you truly think that this is what's best.... I can't stop you."

Papa LeVine:
"Marcus, no matter what, I will never agree with this, I can't agree with this and you know that. But, if you have to do this, I want to look that man in the face, and I want him to explain to me what he's doing to my son."

Marcus LeVine:
"Thank yo-"

Papa LeVine:
"But, I'm not the one who needs to say yes."

Marcus's expression doesn't change, but Cassie looks to hold on tighter and shakes her head as Marcus simply stares at his father...

Marcus LeVine
"I'll be back."

Marcus stands up, Cassie reluctantly letting him go as he walks away, past the cameraman, and back into the main foyer of his house. He just walks, back through the foyer, and into the garden room. The camera struggles to keep up, entering the garden room only to see it's door to the garden already open. The camera tries to catch up, and walks through the garden, catching sight of the beautiful garden, which at this point in it formed more of a forest as you couldn't see past it.

When the camera finally catches up to Marcus, he's kneeling and crying. He's talking softly, and can only barely be picked up through the sobbing.

Marcus LeVine
"I don't know if I'm ready. I have to do this though. He took it all from me, and this is my chance, you have to understand that. I know that he can hurt me, he can hurt my family. I know what he can do to people, especially in that kind of match, but I need to prove myself. I need that more than anything.

You know that I'm headstrong, I get an idea in my head and I just go. I'm an idiot. I've been like that since day one when I walked into the wrestling world, I told everyone that I would make it here, and I did that. I told everyone I would beat Dixie Lanford, and I did that. I told everyone that I'd beat Owen Drive, and I did that. I told everyone I'd leave Supperbattle with a main-event spot ready for me, and I did that.

Bane may have cost me the title match, but he didn't take away my marquee. He can't do that, and he knows that.

Bane you of all people know I don't want an easy match, you of all people know I don't want to take the easy way out. I want to fight you because I know I'll go through hell, and you know that you'll be walking with me to the devil's doorstep. You talk a big game, and I've faced big talkers before. I know what you are, I know how you think. You want to try and scare me, you want me to just give up and walk away when you know that I can't do that. You think I'm scared of a death match, I walk the line of death every single god damn time I step in the ring and I can't say that enough. You want a death match, then I'll give you a death match... one to go along with your death wish."


Marcus looks back down, on the verge of tears.

"Mon Tresor, I know you'd be yelling at me if you were here right now, but I also know you'd give in, and give me my chance."

Marcus looks seconds from bawling his eyes out as he stands up slowly. The camera moves in to see what Marcus was talking to... a small plaque, with the name "Anastasie Levin" carved into it.
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