Post by John Gable on Apr 17, 2016 16:43:38 GMT -5
“Someone will always be there to judge you. It is impossible to stop. We all judge things and have our opinions. There is no way to stop it. Even you are always constantly judging. So why let it bother you? Scores don't matter..." - Lisa Seymour ("A Conversation with John Gable")
Andre and I stepped into a damp and musky parking lot structure, littered with burger wrappers and broken beer bottles. There wasn't a meter of wall without some sort of crude vandalism of obscenity or gang signs. It was mostly empty with exception of a few cars that look like they haven't been mobile in year; rust in the hinges, slashed tires, busted windows and yes, even more graffiti. This is less of a parking structure and more of a garbage can. 5/10
Andre Aquarius: Yo, bruh bruh, what we doin' in this shit hole? We got shit to do.
John Gable: Trust me, I know what I'm doing. We have a plan, and a part of it involves scouting.
We continue to walk inwards and after a moment or so we hear a slew of separate foot steps from the stairwell. We watched as a group of teenage hooligans descended down onto our level. In total there had to be about six of them. They all were dressed to the tee in generic sports jerseys or hoodies and baggy jeans with the chain walls and skate shoes. The majority of them were white, but the man who was walking ahead of them who I presumed to be there leader, was a young light skinned black man. He walked with a sort of machismo; a kind that gives the impression that the rest of his crew is expendable and that they are more of an accessory than anything else. This is someone who knows how to command. 8/10 They kept several parking spaces in between us as they weren't sure what to think of us...
The Black Canadian: C'est quoi ça?
Hmmm...speaks Canadian French...6/10
John Gable: English. I know one of you can speak English from when we spoke on the phone. Aldephe Hunterson nephew of the director Fred Hunterson?
Aldephe Hunterson: Oui...I mean yes...
From the back came a scrawny and rather pale individual. I'm guessing the omega of the pack. When we were filming Eye in the Sky, Fred would mention his nephew who he had been disappointed with because Aldephe could be a smart kid but he always hung around these hoodlums that were dragging him down. What Fred wanted to do was bring him down to L.A. and help him get into the business before he would get caught doing something stupid.
Upon hearing that WCF was traveling into French Canada territory, I contacted Fred and asked him if I could get a number to his nephew and that I would talk with the runt and get him thinking about his future. Fred was more than happy to if it meant saving him from jail time or something worse. So, trusting, that Fred. 7/10
John Gable: Tell your leader here that we have an offer to make you and your crew.
Adelphe turned to the leader and they traded that Canadian French garbage back and forth until the lackey turned back to me with a sheepish glance.
Adelphe Hunterson: He asks why we should help out a couple of...faggot wrestlers out...
Andre Aquarius: Muhfuck! You better show some respect before I...
Andre stopped forward but I interrupted his out burst, placing my arm out in front of him before whispering over to him.
John Gable: Now it is your turn to cool it. Trust me.
Andre stepped back hesitantly as I put my hands behind my back and took a few steps forward. A few of them were chuckling but neither Adelphe or their leader found much humor in it.
John Gable: What's his name?
Adelphe Hunterson: He goes by the name Blaque-Jack
Ew...5/10
John Gable: Well...Blaque-Jack. The thing is, we aren't just some faggot wrestlers. No, that is where you are entirely wrong. In fact, I don't really consider myself a wrestler at all. And #BeachKrew, my associates...well, they go beyond wrestling. #Beachkrew is a lifestyle, it is the break into a new era. Soon enough you and your world will be consumed by it and eventually you will question if there was even a time before it. It will become the way you eat, sleep and breathe. This is just a fact of life. But what I am offering you is the chance to spear head it. Don't be left in the back where you clearly stand now among the over saturation. Be one of the first, but one of the originators to bring #Beachkrew to your home. I am here to help you, not get help from you. This is an opportunity and we are here to let you in.
Again, the two conversed quietly. I was slightly worried that I was being paraphased – skimmed even – and that Jack wouldn't be getting the full extent of my words (and I choose my words very carefully) and before Adelphe could turn back to address me, Jack eagerly shouted his reply.
Blaque-Jack: Ça a pas d’allure!
I knew what this meant. Fred would shout it every time the producers would call for the cut of a scene or a change in the script. He would yell it at the end of every confrontation when they would refuse to budge. “It makes no sense, whatsoever!”. Jack appeared to be offended for some reason, staring me down as if to burn holes in me. Obviously he took it that I was trying to brand him with hot iron.
John Gable: Let me explain it this way...And Adelphe, please translate exactly...
I moved forward again, getting to a distance were I didn't have to shout to converse. I could properly convey my ideas with every nuance and inflection that would be needed to convince this young, untamable, embodiment of rage and angst of an unfair system. From this distance, I could see a few scars on his face. He could understand anger and so I was hoping he would understand my anger.
John Gable: Gang wars...Puff out your chest. Beat a stick against the ground. Give the nastiest grin that you can. This is the only game that has evolved in the proper direction consistently and doesn't seem to be going away no matter how aware we become. In fact, as we become more aware, the more the game evolves. You puff out your chest out now and all you get is laughs. You can't just be stronger, you have to have the accessories. But the stick is not nearly vicious enough. You have to sharpen it and get it stained with blood to show that not only do you have it but you are willing to use it. But then the game goes another level, right? Anyone can get a stick. Anyone can sharpen it and stab a rando. Now you have to have people to back you up with as many sticks as possible. The idea of power in numbers.
Adelphe translated as I spoke, but what I really needed to get across was in the eyes. I needed him to know that I was fearless, I crossed a line long ago and that I no longer had anything to lose and that I wouldn't have any reason to back out. I needed him to see that I am fearless enough to only speak the truth.
John Gable: I know how it is. #Beachkrew knows how it is. Ever since they had appeared on the scene, they have had to claw and scratch their way to the top. Their is always someone trying to knock us off our mountain. People even forming alliances just to do so. Whether it is House of Ophelia, Rebellution, or even The Family, someone is always trying to take our spot; almost willing to kill for it! You know how it is. Always having to be on your toes. Never knowing when someone is going to jump you or your crew. It is even worse on the level you are at because there are so many of you, almost impossible to make a name. You are just an insignificant section of the bigger thing.
Now, like I said, this #BeachKrew thing is happening whether you like it or not. Soon it will be everywhere. People won't remember any other name – no Coopers or any other! But here is the issue for you...If it succeeds, who do they fear? You want to make sure it's you right? You have to stand taller than the rest of your people. I am trying to give you that opportunity to stand tall! To be something better! You side with us and they WILL fear you! We just need you to do somethings to get the ball rolling. And these things will benefit you as well. To convince them, those who are watching, that you are worthy of being a little higher than the rest of them. Make them realize you are worth following.
A moment or so after I finished, Adelphe finished translating. Jacky-boy stared at each other for a moment. Recognize! Recognize what is inside you is also inside me...
Blaque-Jack: … … ...Bien...Qu’est-ce que c’est?
A smile crept onto my face. So it begins...10/10
~~~(J.G.937)~~~
Andre Aquarius: Hey yo, bruh bruh. Mind explaining to me what that was all about? Why do we need a couple of fuccbois doin' shit for us?
We exited the parking structure and were heading down the sidewalk, me with a lively gait which caused Andre to almost have to jog to keep up with me.
John Gable: It is simple, Andre. If you want to plant a seed, you have to start with the freshest land, the least tread ground; you must plant it with in the youth! They are the ones most sensitive to trends and change! You capture then and then there alone is almost a century worth of growth to get out of it. You have to bait them into this new religion! Haha! Andre, we are onto something amazing here! With our help, #BeachKrew will be forever! We will outlive all these other lame ducks! We have the connections, we have the energy, WE HAVE THE YOUTH! And soon! Very soon! We will have the eyes.
I turned and started walking backwards to I could properly address Andre as he followed behind. Was the sky bluer! Was the Sun brighter? I am not sure but I felt like spring had finally arrived and it was time to make a new future for myself! No more moping about because of this or that failure! Time to shed my skin and start this new path with a success! For once I felt I could finally be of some use! I had ideas coming to me left and right and it starts with “dankifying” Canada as my colleagues would say! 10/10
John Gable: I have a few other things I need to take care of but what I need you to do is contact a local news outlet over the phone and let them anonymously that something big is going to happen outside Notre-Dame Basilica just before night fall! Can you do that for me?
Andre stared at me questioningly.
Andre Aquarius: Yeah, I guess, but...
John Gable: Great! Then I'll see you there! Let's leave a mark on French Canada so big that they'll never forget our names!
Before Andre could say anything, I ran off to prepare some other surprises. Our earlier demonstration was too small. I couldn't help but feel like we came off as a couple of goons! We need to think big. I mean BIG! If we want Canada too know who we are beyond the ring, then we can't be traveling from town to town with a megaphone. It was time I called on some favors I am owed...
~~~(J.G.937)~~~
The Sun was about to set. Andre and I were walking up the steps of the majestic Norte-Dame Basilica, the oldest church in Montreal; with its famed Neo-Gothic architecture and awe-inspiring size. They don't make churches like these anymore. Though I, myself, am not a religious man, can appreciate the spirit that the buildings themselves hold, having such a cinematic quality perfect for celluloid. This church has lived through so much and in the coming years, it will continue to live through the revolution as today it will become the face of its beginning...10/10
I looked to the top of the main building, peering for some sign of my plan in action...Nothing yet...Soon...Off to the side, a small tower was being set up as well as a PA system which was being moved to the steps. A major Canadian stereo company had me do a commercial during my filming of Eye in the Sky which helped them grow immensely before the inevitable flop of the movie. I didn't take pay for the project as I didn't want their monopoly money inside my wallet so I just left them with the debt of a favor which they are now fulfilling...
When Andre and I were at the top of the steps, a microphone was brought to me and soon after a cord was rolled out to connect it. They gave me the thumbs up and then I turned back to the building, searching again for a sign and found a few dark figures moving around. There was a pause before I nodded. People were starting to gather around, wondering what all the commotion was about. A moment later, as a news van pulled up and unloaded, six ropes rolled down from the roof and the dark figures of Blaque-Jack's crew repelled down and soon a sound of spray cans could be heard shaking and then hissing as red lines appeared on the face of the historical landmark.
The people gasped. 10/10. Soon the message was clear. On the front of this church in big red letters...
Cameras and reporters surged into and through the crowd and where about to rush up the steps until they were interrupted by an outstanding boom. That boom being my voice. As I spoke, my voice could be heard far and wide. My voice was being signaled out into Montreal through speakers that had been set up across the city. From the Botanical Gardens to the Rue Sherbrooke. My voice became unavoidable. Everyone could here me. And for those who might miss it, the news will capture it and replay it again and again and again.
Though I can hear the critics nows: “The failed star John Gable put on a rather pedantic showing, verbosely attempting to install a sense of grandness from an otherwise meek and feeble gesture. It is a rather unfortunate event to witness, a man formerly of class and artistic integrity, hopelessly indulging in the sensationalist tendencies of the 'Vine' Generation.”
John Gable: My my...How truly unfortunate. An immortal structure in the community defaced! I will be the first to say I condemn what has just happened here! Obviously, some #BeachKrew fans heard we would be here at the Notre-Dame Basilica and wanted to get noticed. Over-zealousness I assure you. Though! I will admit that I am sort of flattered by it. It reaffirms to me now more than even that #BeachKrew is making a splash and that our message and our will is spreading! We are reaching people above and beyond the typical audience. I attribute this fact to the simple reality that some greatness just can't be ignored! #BeachKrew crashes through the controversy and reaches the ideas and the heart of those who have been deemed a lesser light of heaven.
This act of rebellion is the proof that those who have been rejected and criticized have found a voice to stand with! That they aren't alone when someone else feels the need to point to them that they aren't good enough!
I start pacing back and forth along the top of the stops, unconsciously whipping around the cord with my free hand to keep it out of my path. They stared at me and I could see in their eyes, they saw a demon. I couldn't blame them. The whole point is to demolish their comfort, their repetition, their sanctity.
John Gable: Now, you may be starting to blame us. That is how it usually is right? You think that our existence leads to these terrible acts. But I ask you to look into yourselves! We exist because society has made us! “If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so!” And the same goes for those who have defaced this sacred place and those of the like! They come to us because you judged them! You exiled them and we accepted them! We didn't need to criticize them or make them conform! They saw something in us that they felt with in themselves that they didn't think existed. They just wanted to be 'good enough'.
“It feels as if Gable behavior is reactionary towards the stagnation of his career, and wishes to inanely prove it is less his inability to evolve, but instead, that he is on the cutting edge waiting for others to catch up. His points are hollow and frankly inaccessible, and I for one have no interest to indulge the "#BKRevolution" as one might call it. I can only hope that Gable's shallow existential crisis ceases as soon as possible so we can all move on with our lives.”
I stopped pacing and stared straight into the camera. In the void of its lense, I saw the world as it stared back at me.
John Gable: Take it from someone who knows. Bear your heart and soul into your goals and you are bound to get hurt. Put yourself into every facet of your work and the critics will burn those pieces just the same as any other. You might think you are doing good but honestly all you are doing is picking up another dying organ and sewing it to your heart; so, when it is rotten, black, and bloated, you will have to cut yourself open to remove it. They will all watch as you grab the knife, though. That is the funny thing, they will critique and criticize your attempt to entertain them but they will raise no real objection to your own self mutilation. It is an industry all in itself. And this industry bleeds into our society, creating not only people like me but those who are so much worse. Let's take Dag for instance. Dag is just a disposable piece of this take-down culture. He spends so much time trying to tear down others. He always has an opinion about something and never has it been constructive. He is just pissing on someone else's fire to make his look bigger. He will take it anywhere he can get it. To the point where I think he spends more time on twitter than a fourteen year old girl.
Am I really supposed to believe that Dag is this active hard hitting man's man and anarchist when he spends all his time trolling people all over the internet and trying to win these ridiculous flame wars? He is the one laying judgment on me? I would watch as day in and day out he would just bitch and bitch, attacking the integrity of my teammates! The people who took me in when I was at the end of my rope!
That is why I had to say something. Every day for the last two years of my life I wish I could go after every nay-sayer and critic who ever spat on me but the truth is that is pettiness and, admittedly, my own insecurity. I tried my best to bury those feelings as all actors do. But then I saw him one day and I realized something, this is my chance! This is my chance to get revenge on all of them even if I could only lay my hands on the one. Those insecurities I had buried foamed up to the surface and every time I had said their words didn't get to me just disappeared out of my mind.
“Gable is nothing more than a bad loser. In his failed attempts to turn himself into an 'ar-teest', he has forgotten what art is, so, in turn, he blames the critics for his short comings, claiming conspiracy over those who only wish to save people from seeing such terrible performances such as the mess that Gable himself put on. This was simply an act of absolute self-humiliation which only served to make the audience feel just as awkward as he looked. #BeachKrew's association with such an individual will only serve to hurt them in the long run if they can't find a way to overcome Gable's 'unfocused' and 'self-destructive' nature.”
Andre patted me on the shoulder sympathetically and I nodded as I turned away for a moment and walked a few steps closer to the church.
John Gable: I'll admit it, Dag. I'm very insecure and petty. But the truth is, that is the same insecurity that drives you whether or not you believe it. That is why you have to keep justifying yourself. That is why you have to do whatever you can to win all those pointless internet fight.
I quickly turned around. My face twisted up in frustration and anger.
John Gable: That is why you had to challenge me to a parking lot brawl, so you didn't look like a chicken! But then that same insecurity is why you backed out with all this bullshit of “not wanting to fight a retard!” You weren't saying it for me. You know I didn't care about winning some stupid fight over the internet. I was one of the first that weren't dragged into your baiting. Every time you had something to say, I was like: Fuck you, fight me!
“I have more worthy opponents to face.” Fuck you, fight me! “I don't fight retards.” Fuck you, fight me! “If I am so insignificant, why are you so obsessed with me?” Fuck you, fight me! I didn't give a damn about what you had to say. I just wanted to shove my fist down your throat. The people you were truly talking to were all the watching eyes! You couldn't let this facade of complete confidence crack. You have to reinforce that you can't lose. But now you actually have to enter the ring with the one man you have been actively avoiding. No excuses allowed here. Your one fault was poking someone who could see in your eyes exactly the kind of person you are. We aren't truly that different I guess but that doesn't change how I want to tear you to pieces.
I began laughing in almost a convulsive manner as I was mixed with irony and depression from these facts that I hadn't been able to admit until now, when I had my audience of the ages.
John Gable: How pathetic am I? Well, a part of the reason I wanted to face Dag is I thought it would be easy...Yep. That's the horrible truth of it. I honestly thought beating Dag would be a cinch. After a few humiliating loses, I felt I needed to prove myself. I don't want to let the magnificence of #BeachKrew down...Haha, even now, after talking about letting go of all those judging eyes, I continue to want to impress and to be validated.
I crouched to me knees.
“Gable is simply contradiction personified. From proud to pathetic and back again. The man does a lot of talking, but due to his lack of conviction to a single mission, he covers very little ground. It is sad, honestly, to watch his pursuit for relevance in a world that was quite ready to let him go and forget him. It might mean something if his words added up to an end result, but he has mistaken this world for one that thinks as he does, leaving us without an idea to who he is trying to be or what he hopes to tell us. For all the nice words and sentiment he wants to use, he seems to be as empty as ever.”
John Gable: When does it end...?
A moment passed before I shook myself out of the quick melancholy and went back to my anxious passing!
John Gable: But something was added to this match I have been requesting for oh-so long!Do they think adding Logan to this match lessens my want to get into that ring and get this fight in the books? Nah, it is frosting. Makes the whole thing sweeter. Hehe...Just think, this disgusting shit person is labeled one of the best the wrestling world has ever seen. He is top tier talent and people worry when they see his name across from theirs'. Mmmm, just imagine if I got that notch in my bed post so to say...
Though even with that said, I feel sorry feel sorry for Dag in this instance because there is one issue...You never truly know what Logan you are going to get. Is it going to be Logan the killer, the mother fucker who could make this whole company bend to his will, the man who could take the World title whenever he wants? OR! Is it going to be the complacent asshole who is just here to waste our time and make himself laugh? The guy who would fuck over his family if he thought it would be funny. The man who honestly doesn't care how people or critics view him. But I like to think we aren't going to get the latter, are we? I would like to think we are going to get the Logan that is going to want to make me eat my words. Wouldn't that just be like Logan?! I make all this hootin' and a-hollerin' to fight Dag to make an example out of him but you get thrown into the match and make me eat my words?
That is exactly the attempt here! Isn't it? Gable isn't allowed to make his point! He isn't allowed to stir the pot! Everyone else can get away with murder but as soon as I start in on anyone, I have to be kicked to the back, right? So, how do we save Dag and continue the tragic irony that is this actor's career? Throw in the one man who is known to fuck up the whole game!
Fuck that! I'm not taking the finish anymore! I'm the one who is going to be serving up the dead stop here! You all are going to be watching with your jaws dropped when I make this former World Champion my jobber bitch! Does that make you chuckle a little?
For a moment as I dropped my arms and smirk out to the present audience that has expanded from maybe thirty at most to hundreds. I look to Andre who was more than satisfied with the outcome as he rubbed his hands together. I slowly brought the mic to my lips again and continued in a slow and deliberate manner.
John Gable: And honestly, if I do get a more than disappointing performance from this supposed legend, then I will just have to bury him just as hard as Dag. It would almost be more than insulting if some came in thinking it would really be that easy to beat me. After all the work I put in, all of my achievements, to think I was one of the mid-carders would just be spit in my face. Especially from the people who call themselves the family.
This stable is a bigger flop than any of my movies, turning from legitly one of the scariest stables on the roster to one of the biggest disappointments next to House of Ophelia. You can almost watch the evolution of their fall as they stumbled from one persona to the next trying to save themselves in the eyes of this culture. Begging to be good enough. That is why it leaves me confident that no matter what happens at the end of this match. No matter who gets the pin. #BeachKrew will be remembered long after Rebelution, long after House of Ophelia, and especially long after The Family.
“Beyond any other ridiculous act performed by Gable, this might be a whole new level of dumb. How much more must we be put through? How much more must we be subjected to? I demand they put him out of his misery or someone put us out of ours. This man is a menace to the senses and it serves no other purpose than amuse that powers that be to keep him competing like this. He has become delusional, self-hating, and overall incoherent. Why should we suffer? Why should the world be left to deal with him? I hope both Dag Riddick and Logan put an end to him and free us from this assault and saturation of media than is Mister John Gable.”
John Gable: It doesn't matter if my critics don't like me, because I am planting a seed that will live on. This archaic bullshit you have been living under, whether it be these backwards thoughts of The Family or the outdated ways represented by the Notre-Dame Silica is all going to be painted over in red. It will all be reformed in our image and in big bright letters, it will read. #BeachKrew...
I throw the mic down, causing a giant thud across the city that reverberated into the now night sky. The on-lookers grasped their ears and the reporters swarmed as Andre and I walked away. Police surrounded the buildings, hoping to catch the vandals but by then, Blaque-Jack and his crew were long gone and all that was left was a mark that would take a long time to remove if it ever fully could be removed...
"There is nothing that can save him at this point. He is a walking tragedy, and shows no sign of improving. His acting career had ended for a reason, his wrestling career should do the same, but this time without the half-hearted revival attempt that no one asked for. Gable no longer recognizes the audience as human beings, but as starving children searching for any content no matter how vapid, and if he continues to offer nothing more than just that, vapid and shallow content, he will find that there is very little room for his output from here on out. This was simply a last ditch effort to catch eyes and all its done is prove no one has the attention span for his endless rambling. The only saving grace is that this was a perfect 'how not to' for all future talent. 4/10"
Andre and I stepped into a damp and musky parking lot structure, littered with burger wrappers and broken beer bottles. There wasn't a meter of wall without some sort of crude vandalism of obscenity or gang signs. It was mostly empty with exception of a few cars that look like they haven't been mobile in year; rust in the hinges, slashed tires, busted windows and yes, even more graffiti. This is less of a parking structure and more of a garbage can. 5/10
Andre Aquarius: Yo, bruh bruh, what we doin' in this shit hole? We got shit to do.
John Gable: Trust me, I know what I'm doing. We have a plan, and a part of it involves scouting.
We continue to walk inwards and after a moment or so we hear a slew of separate foot steps from the stairwell. We watched as a group of teenage hooligans descended down onto our level. In total there had to be about six of them. They all were dressed to the tee in generic sports jerseys or hoodies and baggy jeans with the chain walls and skate shoes. The majority of them were white, but the man who was walking ahead of them who I presumed to be there leader, was a young light skinned black man. He walked with a sort of machismo; a kind that gives the impression that the rest of his crew is expendable and that they are more of an accessory than anything else. This is someone who knows how to command. 8/10 They kept several parking spaces in between us as they weren't sure what to think of us...
The Black Canadian: C'est quoi ça?
Hmmm...speaks Canadian French...6/10
John Gable: English. I know one of you can speak English from when we spoke on the phone. Aldephe Hunterson nephew of the director Fred Hunterson?
Aldephe Hunterson: Oui...I mean yes...
From the back came a scrawny and rather pale individual. I'm guessing the omega of the pack. When we were filming Eye in the Sky, Fred would mention his nephew who he had been disappointed with because Aldephe could be a smart kid but he always hung around these hoodlums that were dragging him down. What Fred wanted to do was bring him down to L.A. and help him get into the business before he would get caught doing something stupid.
Upon hearing that WCF was traveling into French Canada territory, I contacted Fred and asked him if I could get a number to his nephew and that I would talk with the runt and get him thinking about his future. Fred was more than happy to if it meant saving him from jail time or something worse. So, trusting, that Fred. 7/10
John Gable: Tell your leader here that we have an offer to make you and your crew.
Adelphe turned to the leader and they traded that Canadian French garbage back and forth until the lackey turned back to me with a sheepish glance.
Adelphe Hunterson: He asks why we should help out a couple of...faggot wrestlers out...
Andre Aquarius: Muhfuck! You better show some respect before I...
Andre stopped forward but I interrupted his out burst, placing my arm out in front of him before whispering over to him.
John Gable: Now it is your turn to cool it. Trust me.
Andre stepped back hesitantly as I put my hands behind my back and took a few steps forward. A few of them were chuckling but neither Adelphe or their leader found much humor in it.
John Gable: What's his name?
Adelphe Hunterson: He goes by the name Blaque-Jack
Ew...5/10
John Gable: Well...Blaque-Jack. The thing is, we aren't just some faggot wrestlers. No, that is where you are entirely wrong. In fact, I don't really consider myself a wrestler at all. And #BeachKrew, my associates...well, they go beyond wrestling. #Beachkrew is a lifestyle, it is the break into a new era. Soon enough you and your world will be consumed by it and eventually you will question if there was even a time before it. It will become the way you eat, sleep and breathe. This is just a fact of life. But what I am offering you is the chance to spear head it. Don't be left in the back where you clearly stand now among the over saturation. Be one of the first, but one of the originators to bring #Beachkrew to your home. I am here to help you, not get help from you. This is an opportunity and we are here to let you in.
Again, the two conversed quietly. I was slightly worried that I was being paraphased – skimmed even – and that Jack wouldn't be getting the full extent of my words (and I choose my words very carefully) and before Adelphe could turn back to address me, Jack eagerly shouted his reply.
Blaque-Jack: Ça a pas d’allure!
I knew what this meant. Fred would shout it every time the producers would call for the cut of a scene or a change in the script. He would yell it at the end of every confrontation when they would refuse to budge. “It makes no sense, whatsoever!”. Jack appeared to be offended for some reason, staring me down as if to burn holes in me. Obviously he took it that I was trying to brand him with hot iron.
John Gable: Let me explain it this way...And Adelphe, please translate exactly...
I moved forward again, getting to a distance were I didn't have to shout to converse. I could properly convey my ideas with every nuance and inflection that would be needed to convince this young, untamable, embodiment of rage and angst of an unfair system. From this distance, I could see a few scars on his face. He could understand anger and so I was hoping he would understand my anger.
John Gable: Gang wars...Puff out your chest. Beat a stick against the ground. Give the nastiest grin that you can. This is the only game that has evolved in the proper direction consistently and doesn't seem to be going away no matter how aware we become. In fact, as we become more aware, the more the game evolves. You puff out your chest out now and all you get is laughs. You can't just be stronger, you have to have the accessories. But the stick is not nearly vicious enough. You have to sharpen it and get it stained with blood to show that not only do you have it but you are willing to use it. But then the game goes another level, right? Anyone can get a stick. Anyone can sharpen it and stab a rando. Now you have to have people to back you up with as many sticks as possible. The idea of power in numbers.
Adelphe translated as I spoke, but what I really needed to get across was in the eyes. I needed him to know that I was fearless, I crossed a line long ago and that I no longer had anything to lose and that I wouldn't have any reason to back out. I needed him to see that I am fearless enough to only speak the truth.
John Gable: I know how it is. #Beachkrew knows how it is. Ever since they had appeared on the scene, they have had to claw and scratch their way to the top. Their is always someone trying to knock us off our mountain. People even forming alliances just to do so. Whether it is House of Ophelia, Rebellution, or even The Family, someone is always trying to take our spot; almost willing to kill for it! You know how it is. Always having to be on your toes. Never knowing when someone is going to jump you or your crew. It is even worse on the level you are at because there are so many of you, almost impossible to make a name. You are just an insignificant section of the bigger thing.
Now, like I said, this #BeachKrew thing is happening whether you like it or not. Soon it will be everywhere. People won't remember any other name – no Coopers or any other! But here is the issue for you...If it succeeds, who do they fear? You want to make sure it's you right? You have to stand taller than the rest of your people. I am trying to give you that opportunity to stand tall! To be something better! You side with us and they WILL fear you! We just need you to do somethings to get the ball rolling. And these things will benefit you as well. To convince them, those who are watching, that you are worthy of being a little higher than the rest of them. Make them realize you are worth following.
A moment or so after I finished, Adelphe finished translating. Jacky-boy stared at each other for a moment. Recognize! Recognize what is inside you is also inside me...
Blaque-Jack: … … ...Bien...Qu’est-ce que c’est?
A smile crept onto my face. So it begins...10/10
~~~(J.G.937)~~~
Andre Aquarius: Hey yo, bruh bruh. Mind explaining to me what that was all about? Why do we need a couple of fuccbois doin' shit for us?
We exited the parking structure and were heading down the sidewalk, me with a lively gait which caused Andre to almost have to jog to keep up with me.
John Gable: It is simple, Andre. If you want to plant a seed, you have to start with the freshest land, the least tread ground; you must plant it with in the youth! They are the ones most sensitive to trends and change! You capture then and then there alone is almost a century worth of growth to get out of it. You have to bait them into this new religion! Haha! Andre, we are onto something amazing here! With our help, #BeachKrew will be forever! We will outlive all these other lame ducks! We have the connections, we have the energy, WE HAVE THE YOUTH! And soon! Very soon! We will have the eyes.
I turned and started walking backwards to I could properly address Andre as he followed behind. Was the sky bluer! Was the Sun brighter? I am not sure but I felt like spring had finally arrived and it was time to make a new future for myself! No more moping about because of this or that failure! Time to shed my skin and start this new path with a success! For once I felt I could finally be of some use! I had ideas coming to me left and right and it starts with “dankifying” Canada as my colleagues would say! 10/10
John Gable: I have a few other things I need to take care of but what I need you to do is contact a local news outlet over the phone and let them anonymously that something big is going to happen outside Notre-Dame Basilica just before night fall! Can you do that for me?
Andre stared at me questioningly.
Andre Aquarius: Yeah, I guess, but...
John Gable: Great! Then I'll see you there! Let's leave a mark on French Canada so big that they'll never forget our names!
Before Andre could say anything, I ran off to prepare some other surprises. Our earlier demonstration was too small. I couldn't help but feel like we came off as a couple of goons! We need to think big. I mean BIG! If we want Canada too know who we are beyond the ring, then we can't be traveling from town to town with a megaphone. It was time I called on some favors I am owed...
~~~(J.G.937)~~~
The Sun was about to set. Andre and I were walking up the steps of the majestic Norte-Dame Basilica, the oldest church in Montreal; with its famed Neo-Gothic architecture and awe-inspiring size. They don't make churches like these anymore. Though I, myself, am not a religious man, can appreciate the spirit that the buildings themselves hold, having such a cinematic quality perfect for celluloid. This church has lived through so much and in the coming years, it will continue to live through the revolution as today it will become the face of its beginning...10/10
I looked to the top of the main building, peering for some sign of my plan in action...Nothing yet...Soon...Off to the side, a small tower was being set up as well as a PA system which was being moved to the steps. A major Canadian stereo company had me do a commercial during my filming of Eye in the Sky which helped them grow immensely before the inevitable flop of the movie. I didn't take pay for the project as I didn't want their monopoly money inside my wallet so I just left them with the debt of a favor which they are now fulfilling...
When Andre and I were at the top of the steps, a microphone was brought to me and soon after a cord was rolled out to connect it. They gave me the thumbs up and then I turned back to the building, searching again for a sign and found a few dark figures moving around. There was a pause before I nodded. People were starting to gather around, wondering what all the commotion was about. A moment later, as a news van pulled up and unloaded, six ropes rolled down from the roof and the dark figures of Blaque-Jack's crew repelled down and soon a sound of spray cans could be heard shaking and then hissing as red lines appeared on the face of the historical landmark.
The people gasped. 10/10. Soon the message was clear. On the front of this church in big red letters...
#BK
Cameras and reporters surged into and through the crowd and where about to rush up the steps until they were interrupted by an outstanding boom. That boom being my voice. As I spoke, my voice could be heard far and wide. My voice was being signaled out into Montreal through speakers that had been set up across the city. From the Botanical Gardens to the Rue Sherbrooke. My voice became unavoidable. Everyone could here me. And for those who might miss it, the news will capture it and replay it again and again and again.
Though I can hear the critics nows: “The failed star John Gable put on a rather pedantic showing, verbosely attempting to install a sense of grandness from an otherwise meek and feeble gesture. It is a rather unfortunate event to witness, a man formerly of class and artistic integrity, hopelessly indulging in the sensationalist tendencies of the 'Vine' Generation.”
John Gable: My my...How truly unfortunate. An immortal structure in the community defaced! I will be the first to say I condemn what has just happened here! Obviously, some #BeachKrew fans heard we would be here at the Notre-Dame Basilica and wanted to get noticed. Over-zealousness I assure you. Though! I will admit that I am sort of flattered by it. It reaffirms to me now more than even that #BeachKrew is making a splash and that our message and our will is spreading! We are reaching people above and beyond the typical audience. I attribute this fact to the simple reality that some greatness just can't be ignored! #BeachKrew crashes through the controversy and reaches the ideas and the heart of those who have been deemed a lesser light of heaven.
This act of rebellion is the proof that those who have been rejected and criticized have found a voice to stand with! That they aren't alone when someone else feels the need to point to them that they aren't good enough!
I start pacing back and forth along the top of the stops, unconsciously whipping around the cord with my free hand to keep it out of my path. They stared at me and I could see in their eyes, they saw a demon. I couldn't blame them. The whole point is to demolish their comfort, their repetition, their sanctity.
John Gable: Now, you may be starting to blame us. That is how it usually is right? You think that our existence leads to these terrible acts. But I ask you to look into yourselves! We exist because society has made us! “If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so!” And the same goes for those who have defaced this sacred place and those of the like! They come to us because you judged them! You exiled them and we accepted them! We didn't need to criticize them or make them conform! They saw something in us that they felt with in themselves that they didn't think existed. They just wanted to be 'good enough'.
“It feels as if Gable behavior is reactionary towards the stagnation of his career, and wishes to inanely prove it is less his inability to evolve, but instead, that he is on the cutting edge waiting for others to catch up. His points are hollow and frankly inaccessible, and I for one have no interest to indulge the "#BKRevolution" as one might call it. I can only hope that Gable's shallow existential crisis ceases as soon as possible so we can all move on with our lives.”
I stopped pacing and stared straight into the camera. In the void of its lense, I saw the world as it stared back at me.
John Gable: Take it from someone who knows. Bear your heart and soul into your goals and you are bound to get hurt. Put yourself into every facet of your work and the critics will burn those pieces just the same as any other. You might think you are doing good but honestly all you are doing is picking up another dying organ and sewing it to your heart; so, when it is rotten, black, and bloated, you will have to cut yourself open to remove it. They will all watch as you grab the knife, though. That is the funny thing, they will critique and criticize your attempt to entertain them but they will raise no real objection to your own self mutilation. It is an industry all in itself. And this industry bleeds into our society, creating not only people like me but those who are so much worse. Let's take Dag for instance. Dag is just a disposable piece of this take-down culture. He spends so much time trying to tear down others. He always has an opinion about something and never has it been constructive. He is just pissing on someone else's fire to make his look bigger. He will take it anywhere he can get it. To the point where I think he spends more time on twitter than a fourteen year old girl.
Am I really supposed to believe that Dag is this active hard hitting man's man and anarchist when he spends all his time trolling people all over the internet and trying to win these ridiculous flame wars? He is the one laying judgment on me? I would watch as day in and day out he would just bitch and bitch, attacking the integrity of my teammates! The people who took me in when I was at the end of my rope!
That is why I had to say something. Every day for the last two years of my life I wish I could go after every nay-sayer and critic who ever spat on me but the truth is that is pettiness and, admittedly, my own insecurity. I tried my best to bury those feelings as all actors do. But then I saw him one day and I realized something, this is my chance! This is my chance to get revenge on all of them even if I could only lay my hands on the one. Those insecurities I had buried foamed up to the surface and every time I had said their words didn't get to me just disappeared out of my mind.
“Gable is nothing more than a bad loser. In his failed attempts to turn himself into an 'ar-teest', he has forgotten what art is, so, in turn, he blames the critics for his short comings, claiming conspiracy over those who only wish to save people from seeing such terrible performances such as the mess that Gable himself put on. This was simply an act of absolute self-humiliation which only served to make the audience feel just as awkward as he looked. #BeachKrew's association with such an individual will only serve to hurt them in the long run if they can't find a way to overcome Gable's 'unfocused' and 'self-destructive' nature.”
Andre patted me on the shoulder sympathetically and I nodded as I turned away for a moment and walked a few steps closer to the church.
John Gable: I'll admit it, Dag. I'm very insecure and petty. But the truth is, that is the same insecurity that drives you whether or not you believe it. That is why you have to keep justifying yourself. That is why you have to do whatever you can to win all those pointless internet fight.
I quickly turned around. My face twisted up in frustration and anger.
John Gable: That is why you had to challenge me to a parking lot brawl, so you didn't look like a chicken! But then that same insecurity is why you backed out with all this bullshit of “not wanting to fight a retard!” You weren't saying it for me. You know I didn't care about winning some stupid fight over the internet. I was one of the first that weren't dragged into your baiting. Every time you had something to say, I was like: Fuck you, fight me!
“I have more worthy opponents to face.” Fuck you, fight me! “I don't fight retards.” Fuck you, fight me! “If I am so insignificant, why are you so obsessed with me?” Fuck you, fight me! I didn't give a damn about what you had to say. I just wanted to shove my fist down your throat. The people you were truly talking to were all the watching eyes! You couldn't let this facade of complete confidence crack. You have to reinforce that you can't lose. But now you actually have to enter the ring with the one man you have been actively avoiding. No excuses allowed here. Your one fault was poking someone who could see in your eyes exactly the kind of person you are. We aren't truly that different I guess but that doesn't change how I want to tear you to pieces.
I began laughing in almost a convulsive manner as I was mixed with irony and depression from these facts that I hadn't been able to admit until now, when I had my audience of the ages.
John Gable: How pathetic am I? Well, a part of the reason I wanted to face Dag is I thought it would be easy...Yep. That's the horrible truth of it. I honestly thought beating Dag would be a cinch. After a few humiliating loses, I felt I needed to prove myself. I don't want to let the magnificence of #BeachKrew down...Haha, even now, after talking about letting go of all those judging eyes, I continue to want to impress and to be validated.
I crouched to me knees.
“Gable is simply contradiction personified. From proud to pathetic and back again. The man does a lot of talking, but due to his lack of conviction to a single mission, he covers very little ground. It is sad, honestly, to watch his pursuit for relevance in a world that was quite ready to let him go and forget him. It might mean something if his words added up to an end result, but he has mistaken this world for one that thinks as he does, leaving us without an idea to who he is trying to be or what he hopes to tell us. For all the nice words and sentiment he wants to use, he seems to be as empty as ever.”
John Gable: When does it end...?
A moment passed before I shook myself out of the quick melancholy and went back to my anxious passing!
John Gable: But something was added to this match I have been requesting for oh-so long!Do they think adding Logan to this match lessens my want to get into that ring and get this fight in the books? Nah, it is frosting. Makes the whole thing sweeter. Hehe...Just think, this disgusting shit person is labeled one of the best the wrestling world has ever seen. He is top tier talent and people worry when they see his name across from theirs'. Mmmm, just imagine if I got that notch in my bed post so to say...
Though even with that said, I feel sorry feel sorry for Dag in this instance because there is one issue...You never truly know what Logan you are going to get. Is it going to be Logan the killer, the mother fucker who could make this whole company bend to his will, the man who could take the World title whenever he wants? OR! Is it going to be the complacent asshole who is just here to waste our time and make himself laugh? The guy who would fuck over his family if he thought it would be funny. The man who honestly doesn't care how people or critics view him. But I like to think we aren't going to get the latter, are we? I would like to think we are going to get the Logan that is going to want to make me eat my words. Wouldn't that just be like Logan?! I make all this hootin' and a-hollerin' to fight Dag to make an example out of him but you get thrown into the match and make me eat my words?
That is exactly the attempt here! Isn't it? Gable isn't allowed to make his point! He isn't allowed to stir the pot! Everyone else can get away with murder but as soon as I start in on anyone, I have to be kicked to the back, right? So, how do we save Dag and continue the tragic irony that is this actor's career? Throw in the one man who is known to fuck up the whole game!
Fuck that! I'm not taking the finish anymore! I'm the one who is going to be serving up the dead stop here! You all are going to be watching with your jaws dropped when I make this former World Champion my jobber bitch! Does that make you chuckle a little?
For a moment as I dropped my arms and smirk out to the present audience that has expanded from maybe thirty at most to hundreds. I look to Andre who was more than satisfied with the outcome as he rubbed his hands together. I slowly brought the mic to my lips again and continued in a slow and deliberate manner.
John Gable: And honestly, if I do get a more than disappointing performance from this supposed legend, then I will just have to bury him just as hard as Dag. It would almost be more than insulting if some came in thinking it would really be that easy to beat me. After all the work I put in, all of my achievements, to think I was one of the mid-carders would just be spit in my face. Especially from the people who call themselves the family.
This stable is a bigger flop than any of my movies, turning from legitly one of the scariest stables on the roster to one of the biggest disappointments next to House of Ophelia. You can almost watch the evolution of their fall as they stumbled from one persona to the next trying to save themselves in the eyes of this culture. Begging to be good enough. That is why it leaves me confident that no matter what happens at the end of this match. No matter who gets the pin. #BeachKrew will be remembered long after Rebelution, long after House of Ophelia, and especially long after The Family.
“Beyond any other ridiculous act performed by Gable, this might be a whole new level of dumb. How much more must we be put through? How much more must we be subjected to? I demand they put him out of his misery or someone put us out of ours. This man is a menace to the senses and it serves no other purpose than amuse that powers that be to keep him competing like this. He has become delusional, self-hating, and overall incoherent. Why should we suffer? Why should the world be left to deal with him? I hope both Dag Riddick and Logan put an end to him and free us from this assault and saturation of media than is Mister John Gable.”
John Gable: It doesn't matter if my critics don't like me, because I am planting a seed that will live on. This archaic bullshit you have been living under, whether it be these backwards thoughts of The Family or the outdated ways represented by the Notre-Dame Silica is all going to be painted over in red. It will all be reformed in our image and in big bright letters, it will read. #BeachKrew...
I throw the mic down, causing a giant thud across the city that reverberated into the now night sky. The on-lookers grasped their ears and the reporters swarmed as Andre and I walked away. Police surrounded the buildings, hoping to catch the vandals but by then, Blaque-Jack and his crew were long gone and all that was left was a mark that would take a long time to remove if it ever fully could be removed...
"There is nothing that can save him at this point. He is a walking tragedy, and shows no sign of improving. His acting career had ended for a reason, his wrestling career should do the same, but this time without the half-hearted revival attempt that no one asked for. Gable no longer recognizes the audience as human beings, but as starving children searching for any content no matter how vapid, and if he continues to offer nothing more than just that, vapid and shallow content, he will find that there is very little room for his output from here on out. This was simply a last ditch effort to catch eyes and all its done is prove no one has the attention span for his endless rambling. The only saving grace is that this was a perfect 'how not to' for all future talent. 4/10"
