What doesn't generally happen to men like Gibson is the appearance of Angelina Jolie, whose name aptly happens to be Fox, who tells him his father was part of the Fraternity, a cell of super-assassins; apparently, Gibson was abandoned nearly at birth by his father, and now Fox is here to announce that it’s time to follow in his footsteps and assume the mantle.

It happens one evening when Wesley stops by the drugstore for one of his frequent refills, he finds himself being rescued from a vicious gunfight by the seductive Fox. She takes him for a ride - dodging midtown traffic and high speed enemy bullets - to the fortress-like headquarters of the Fraternity, where a nattily attired Morgan Freeman, as the org's boss, Sloan, explains how the 1,000-year-old institution takes it upon itself to eliminate people based on a binary code hidden in the fibers of a giant weaver’s loom.

It’s called the Loom of Fate. More like a bloody underground boot camp, where Gibson immediately undergoes training - repeatedly getting the living crap beaten out of him in brutally sadistic ways. For this moment onward, the reluctant rookie hit-man proceeds to be literally whipped into shape by butt kicker, man-slugging Fox.