Johnny released a subdued exhale through his nostrils, his leg moving rapidly as he sat with poor posture in the chair. His head was tilted back, gazing up at the ceiling fan, lost in self-analysis as he observed the spinning blades through his signature sunglasses.

It was a rare occurrence for Johnny to be physically present in his agent's office. Typically, he handled business over the phone or through video calls. However, this time was different. The lack of substantial acting offers had been weighing on him. Despite the challenges of the industry, he never imagined he would struggle to secure roles, especially after the success of his previous films like Ninjamime.

Johnny was acutely aware that his public image had suffered. He was now perceived as a shallow womanizer who flaunted his physique in pursuit of casual encounters, overshadowing his martial arts prowess. His habit of going shirtless with his name tattooed on his chest only added to the negative perception. Regardless, he remained steadfast in his identity as Johnny Cage.

The clearing of you, his agent's, throat brought him back to reality. Adjusting his posture, Johnny, - clad in a retro blue jacket reminiscent of an 80s workout video - attempted to appear nonchalant. As an actor, he understood the importance of maintaining a composed demeanor.

"Come on," he pleaded, leaning on the desk and tapping his fingers impatiently. "There's gotta be a big part out there for me. I mean," he scoffed, gesturing to himself with both hands, "I'm Johnny Cage! I'm not just any actor; I'm a martial arts legend of this era!" He exclaimed, emphasis on the word "legend".

Crossing his legs to still the bouncing one, he kicked the desk with his high-top shoe. "So, please... there has to be something, right?" he reiterated.