Chapter 3 – The Transformation
Jacob Stewart was still trying to process everything that had happened. He had entered that audition room as a nobody, a homeless man with no direction, and had left with the opportunity of a lifetime. He was now the lead in a major action film, chosen by Chad Stahelski himself to play John Wick.
But before he could begin filming, there was something essential to be done: he needed to change.
After the impressive audition, Chad approached Jacob and patted him on the shoulder.
"You were amazing," Chad said with a satisfied smile. "But we have a long way to go."
Jacob, still surprised, blinked a few times.
"You really... really want me to do this?"
Chad laughed.
"I wouldn't call you here if I didn't think you had something special. But we need to prepare you. You have raw talent, now let's polish it."
Jacob looked down at his worn clothes, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He knew he wasn't even close to looking like a movie star.
Chad noticed the look and nodded.
"Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out."
And with that, he led Jacob out of the studio.
Chad's car was a modest but comfortable black sedan. As soon as Jacob got in, he smelled the new leather and noticed how soft the seats were. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in such a nice car.
"Where are we going?" Jacob asked, looking out the window as they drove through the busy streets of Los Angeles.
"First, let's find you a place to stay. You need a decent shower and a good night's sleep. Then we'll go shopping."
Jacob felt a lump in his throat.
"I... I don't even know how to thank you for this."
Chad shrugged.
"No need to thank me. Just show me I made the right choice."
They drove for about twenty minutes until they arrived at an upscale hotel with a spacious lobby lit by glittering chandeliers. Jacob hesitated as he got out of the car, feeling out of place in the luxurious surroundings.
"Chad, this is… too much."
Chad shook his head.
"You're the star of my movie now. You can't keep living on the streets."
They entered the hotel, and Chad approached the desk. The receptionist, a well-dressed blonde woman, looked at Jacob with a surprised expression, but quickly returned her attention to Chad.
"Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?"
"I'd like a room for my friend here. Something comfortable but discreet."
The receptionist typed a few things into the computer.
"We have a suite available on the eighth floor. City view, king-size bed, full room service."
Chad looked at Jacob, who looked dazed.
"Sound good to you?"
Jacob was still trying to wrap his head around how his life had changed so quickly.
"Yeah... sounds great."
The woman handed over the key card, and Chad passed it to Jacob.
"Let's go upstairs."
As soon as they entered the room, Jacob stopped in the doorway, shocked by the space. It was bigger than any place he'd ever lived before being homeless. The bed was enormous, the sheets impeccably white. There was a large-screen TV on the wall, a leather armchair beside a picture window with a spectacular view of the city.
"This is... surreal," Jacob murmured.
Chad laughed.
"Get used to it. You've got a long way to go. Now, take a shower and get some rest. We'll be leaving in a few hours to sort out the rest."
Jacob nodded, grabbing the fluffy towel and stepping into the bathroom.
The warm water cascading over his body was an indescribable relief. He stood there for several minutes, just letting the grime and weight of years on the streets wash away.
When he left, he put on his hotel robe and looked in the mirror. For the first time in a long time, he didn't look like a homeless person.
And for the first time, he felt real hope.
After a few hours of rest, Chad came back to get him.
"Now, let's get you looking like a legendary assassin."
They went to a high-end men's clothing store. Jacob entered, feeling out of place again, but Chad made sure to reassure him.
"Just trust the process."
A dapper clerk approached.
"How can I help, gentlemen?"
Chad pointed to Jacob.
"We need to completely revamp his wardrobe. Something sophisticated, yet functional. He needs to look dangerous and refined at the same time."
The clerk studied Jacob and nodded.
"I have exactly what you need."
They spent nearly an hour trying on clothes. Well-fitting suits, dress shirts, leather boots. Each piece seemed to transform Jacob into someone new.
In the end, he was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, with a dark shirt underneath and impeccable shoes.
He looked in the mirror and barely recognized himself.
"Man... that's amazing."
Chad smiled.
"Now you're starting to look like John Wick."
But was still one thing missing.
"Now, let's fix that hair and beard."
They went to a renowned barber in Beverly Hills. The salon was luxurious, with leather chairs and the scent of expensive products in the air.
The barber, a middle-aged man with a practiced gaze, studied Jacob.
"What are we doing today?"
Chad replied.
"He needs a cut that maintains his essence, but looks more refined. Something that suits the character."
The barber nodded and got to work.
He trimmed Jacob's beard, making it neater and more defined. Then he moved on to his hair, cutting just enough to give it a more controlled look, but still with a wild edge.
When he was finished, Jacob looked in the mirror and saw a completely different man.
He was no longer just a homeless man struggling to survive.
Now, he was John Wick.
The New Journey Begins
Chad looked at him with a satisfied smile.
"Now, yes. You're ready to start training."
Jacob took a deep breath.
"What's next?"
Chad crossed his arms.
"Now, we've made you a legend."
And so, Jacob Stewart's journey to becoming John Wick truly began.
Chapter 4 – The Forging of an Assassin
Jacob Stewart looked at his reflection in the mirror. The physical transformation was already visible. His face was clearer, his hair, though still long, was now neatly cut. The suit he wore fit perfectly. But he knew that looks weren't everything.
John Wick wasn't just a well-dressed man. He was a force of nature. A warrior trained in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and mental discipline. And if Jacob wanted to honor this opportunity, he needed to become that man.
Chad Stahelski knew this better than anyone.
"You have a little over a month to train," Chad said as they walked through one of the training studios set up for the film. "I've put together an intensive program. It's going to be hell, but if you want to do it right, you have to be prepared."
Jacob nodded, sensing the seriousness in the director's words.
"I'm ready."
Chad stopped and looked directly at him.
"No. You think you're ready. But I'll make sure of it."
He opened the door to a large warehouse. The space was a mix of a fight gym, a shooting range, and a functional training circuit. State-of-the-art equipment was scattered throughout, and a group of instructors were waiting for him.
Jacob swallowed hard.
This would be the biggest challenge of his life.
Week 1 – John Wick's Body
The first step was to transform his body. Jacob wasn't weak, but years of living on the streets had taken their toll. He was too thin, lacking stamina, lacking any real strength. That needed to change.
His personal trainer, a man named Derek Moore, was a former military man with a robust physique and an imposing posture. He didn't smile.
"Let's start with the basics," Derek said. "Endurance test. I want to know where you are now so I know how much I need to break you down before I can rebuild you."
The first hour was just a warm-up. But to Jacob, it felt like torture.
Treadmill runs, weightlifting, push-ups, burpees, sit-ups. Sweat poured down his face as his body begged for rest. But he didn't stop. He couldn't stop.
By the end of the day, he could barely move. But Chad was there, watching.
"You survived the first day," Chad said. "But that was just the beginning."
And Jacob knew he was right.
Week 2 – Nutrition and Strength
The second challenge was fueling his body properly. His nutritionist, Dr. Ethan Grant, was a lean and extremely meticulous man.
"You have to eat like a fighter. There's no more room for junk. We're going to increase your muscle mass and ensure your body has enough fuel to power through the workouts."
Jacob was given a strict meal plan. Lean proteins, complex carbohydrates, healthy fats. Each meal was carefully measured to ensure he was on track.
At first, it was difficult. He wasn't used to eating so much and in such a controlled manner. But after a few days, he began to feel the difference. He had more energy. His previously weak muscles began to respond to the training.
And he was ready for the next level.
Week 3 – Hand-to-Hand Combat
If Jacob wanted to be John Wick, he needed to fight like John Wick.
That's when he met Hiroshi Tanaka, a master of jiu-jitsu and Krav Maga.
"John Wick's fighting style is efficient, lethal, and direct," Tanaka explained. "There are no unnecessary movements. Every strike must be calculated to incapacitate your opponent as quickly as possible."
The training sessions were brutal. On the first day, Jacob was thrown to the ground so many times he lost count. His muscles screamed in pain with each fall, but he always got back up.
Chad watched closely.
"You're getting better," he said after a week of training.
Jacob, his arms covered in bruises, took a deep breath.
"But still not enough."
Chad smiled.
"No. But you're getting there."
Week 4 – The Gun Master
John Wick wasn't just a hand-to-hand fighter. He was a firearms expert.
Jacob was taken to a private shooting range, where he met his weapons instructor: Marcus Rourke, a former SWAT officer.
"Have you ever shot before?" Marcus asked, adjusting a Glock 17 pistol.
Jacob hesitated.
"A few times. Nothing serious."
Marcus handed him the unloaded gun.
"That'll change."
The first few training sessions focused on safety and proper gun handling. But soon Jacob was practicing rapid fire, tactical reloading, and even combat with moving weapons.
Marcus watched as Jacob hit five targets in a row in less than three seconds.
"You learn quickly," he admitted.
Jacob just nodded.
He didn't have time for praise. He needed to be perfect.
The final test took place at the end of September. Chad gathered all the instructors and set up a realistic combat scenario inside the studio. Jacob would to demonstrate everything he had learned: endurance, strength, hand-to-hand combat, and weapons combat.
The simulation began.
Jacob moved like a predator. His strikes were precise, his reactions quick. He disarmed an opponent, grabbed his pistol, and hit a target ten meters away.
He rolled behind cover, reloaded, and eliminated another "enemy" with a clean shot to the forehead.
Chad watched with a satisfied smile.
When Jacob finished, panting, he looked at the director.
"So?" Jacob asked, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
Chad crossed his arms.
"You've finally become John Wick."
Jacob closed his eyes for a moment, letting victory seep into his soul.
He was no longer a homeless man.
He was no longer a failure.
He was a legendary assassin.
And the world was about to meet him.
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