A Table and a Chair:
For you, you felt a pressing need to get above this. Well, that was not true, you just knew your talent lay elsewhere when things get very interesting.
Ever since Fist of Fury was released, something had been troubling you, there was fear. A fear that everyone felt when they finally made it big, in an industry that would maybe never see them as anything more than one role. One performance and there was a constant need too one up, to show that they were better and not the same role that made them.
The cruelest fate that an actor could face.
Being typecast, especially when they had talent, truly brilliant talent.
And that was why you were sitting in your Hotel room, looking at newspapers of crimes committed in Hong Kong.
You were looking for inspiration, to write a story, or come up with something that you can develop. As a back up plan of course. if you managed to get something written to leverage your way into Hollywood, or anywhere if you so choose.
One thing about all these stories struck your eye.
How are the stories linked to one thing and one thing only.
The Triads. China's organized crime lords. The ones who controlled the underworld. Who did all the illegality within Hong Kong? It made you wonder how they could have much control that the criminal underworld had over the world.
You took a moment to look at the table you were sitting on, the barstool was wobbling as you kept on moving around to read your place.
High Chair?
No that was stupid.
But you instead looked at the phone and decided to give the one person you trusted a call.
"Hello. who is this?" Cat's voice spoke, groggy and confused.
"Cat, It's me, Goose?" You replied, letting the nickname slip.
"GOOSE!" She raised her voice and you could feel her smile beaming. "I thought you were coming home soon? What have you been doing?"
You frowned. "Been a bit busy in Hong Kong." You replied. "I've just... been working on something."
"Oh, pray tell you aren't trying to become a screenwriter for the guild as well as an actor, it's a very tough gig." She replied.
"No it's not that, I just have a story. that you might want to hear." You replied.
"Okay, tell me?" She asked.
"Promise me you won't send it to your bosses?" You replied.
"Oh come on Goose, have a little faith, I hate them too." She stated.
Alright. That was brilliant. "Okay, so this is the story of an assassin, and how he delved into a life of crime, to get his revenge."
You then took a deep breath. "This is the Story, of a man who is a world like our own, but run by criminals that are high above. This is the story, of a man name John Wick."
AN: enjoy, and thank you
@overmind for assisting me for coming up with a lot of details off-screen for a future pitch.