"Pancakes and Potatoes" by Calvin Doxson [RP #1]
Oct 4, 2021 21:04:08 GMT -5
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Post by Jesse Jamester on Oct 4, 2021 21:04:08 GMT -5
The Waffle House was known for its breakfast, but I bet you didn’t know it was also the spot wrestlers found for a bite to eat or a place to rest on long trips while touring. In either case, it would fancy the reader to know that this particular Canadian Waffle House had been around for over 80 years - and if the walls could speak, oh the stories they could tell.
On this fateful day, it was Calvin Doxson sitting across from Jesse Jamester at the Waffle House off a main highway in Ontario, Canada. Roughly quarter till 4 AM, the duo had been traveling across Canada, from Jesse’s home in Calgary, Alberta back to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Some would question the drive, when a plane would do the trick - but had you ever been a 6 foot 6 inch man trying to fit into a plane seat, or a Hillbilly with limited etiquette and manners; your perspective may be more adjusted to driving.
Calvin: Taka-hash-ee doesn’t know what he’s in for Jess.
Taking his fork, Calvin slides some home fries and part of his egg on a piece of toast he’s holding, and then squirts a heaping of ketchup all over it before devouring the Waffle House’s famous breakfast.
Jesse: Don’t underestimate him. Takaru is a man of honor and discipline, and comes from a long lineage of it. I’d be in there fighting him this week myself if the doctors would have cleared me. Dumbass protocols…
Calvin: I got it Jess - Don’t sweat it. I know he’s all kung-fu and martial status as available, I mean, look at that face? He needs to wear a mask ALL the time.
Jesse: (cocking his eyebrows) You think because his record shows he’s been unsuccessful, that this is a walk in the park aye?
Calvin: Nah, I aint crooked about records, they are meaningless. I’m just sayin, he aint seen me in the ring yet, so I got advantages on him yuh know?
Nodding, Jesse eats some of his food as the waitress walks up to their table sitting next to the window.
Waitress: Would you like a refill for that sir?
Gesturing to Calvin’s empty cup.
Calvin: Yes miss! (sighting Jesse’s glare from his left eye) Please and thank yuh.
Nodding, a smirk crosses Jesse’s face as Calvin shows some manners. As the waitress begins to walk away, Calvin chimes up again.
Calvin: OH wait! Uuuh- Miss - add another order of sausage N’ gravy over biscuits for me too. Jess - did you want somethin’ for the road?
Shaking his head ‘no’ Jesse takes a swig of his drink. The waitress writes acknowledges the order and bustles off behind the long counter separating the chairs and the cooking area against the back wall. The smell of butter and grease was strong, and a staple for any Waffle House goer.
Jesse: I know you haven’t been in the ring much in the past year Cal. I saw your debut at the Honor battle royal and was impressed. You’re working hard to get better in the ring, and it shows.
Calvin: I do what I know. This ain’t the minor leagues up here, yuh reckon I got some chance to move up?
Jesse: Keep training with that routine I put together for you. Once Julius is back, we’ll get you working with him to tighten up the loose ends.
Calvin: Hell yeah! I haven’t met the kiddo yet. How he been doin?
Jesse: He’s getting healthy. Once you meet him, you’ll end up making a new best friend. Reminds me of myself at that age. Hungry and defiant.
Calvin: (laughs) Aren’t you his dad? He’s suppose to be like you fam, maybe not as big, but in the head he should… where it counts, yuh know?
Jesse: Yeah, I suppose so. Took me by surprise though. Never thought I would have a son after Julie passed away. Relationships have never felt the same since her, they have all been missing that magic.
Showing an uncomfortable twitch in talking about the conversation, Jesse changes the subject.
Jesse: Remember, this isn’t some squash opponent you’re going to have your way with. Takaru has a strong Japanese style, meaning he’ll be stiff to work with. He’s also been determined to make a name for himself and wants to do that by going head to head with me. I don’t care what he’s done in the past year at NPW. This is a new man we are seeing in Takaru.
Calvin: Talk-a-Rat-two isn’t going to get the better of me Jess. I got moxy. He ain’t got that. Sure he can strike and kick like a Jedi, but I’m Obi-Cal Doxson, there ain’t nothin’ you can throw at me that I ain’t seen on the streets, in the cut, or around the world that I backed down from. Grits and gunpowder, I got them both in the form of (raises both fists). Tak-a-nash-ee has the Haymaker Hillbilly coming to wreck lives and steal wives. He best be ready for the fight!
Rambunctious from the conversation, Calvin’s arms shake the table as the waitress comes back. She places the to-go container and refill Calvin ordered on the table, and slides the receipt towards Jesse.
Waitress: I’ll be back to get that when y’all are ready, no rush hun.
Calvin scoops up the bill just as Jesse reaches for his wallet and peers down at it.
Calvin: I got it! Gotta pay dues, right?
Rummaging through his pockets, he turns them inside out as crinkled bills and loose change fall out in his bench seat. Calvin places the currency on the table in a pile resembling the lent pulled from a dryer machine.
Calvin: Might need you to spot me. I’mma lil' lite Jess. My bad... (looking down sheepishly)
Nodding, Jesse drops a fifty on the table and the two make their exit. Back on the road, the story of a wrestler’s life; waffle houses and gas stations, hotels and haymakers.
On this fateful day, it was Calvin Doxson sitting across from Jesse Jamester at the Waffle House off a main highway in Ontario, Canada. Roughly quarter till 4 AM, the duo had been traveling across Canada, from Jesse’s home in Calgary, Alberta back to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Some would question the drive, when a plane would do the trick - but had you ever been a 6 foot 6 inch man trying to fit into a plane seat, or a Hillbilly with limited etiquette and manners; your perspective may be more adjusted to driving.
Calvin: Taka-hash-ee doesn’t know what he’s in for Jess.
Taking his fork, Calvin slides some home fries and part of his egg on a piece of toast he’s holding, and then squirts a heaping of ketchup all over it before devouring the Waffle House’s famous breakfast.
Jesse: Don’t underestimate him. Takaru is a man of honor and discipline, and comes from a long lineage of it. I’d be in there fighting him this week myself if the doctors would have cleared me. Dumbass protocols…
Calvin: I got it Jess - Don’t sweat it. I know he’s all kung-fu and martial status as available, I mean, look at that face? He needs to wear a mask ALL the time.
Jesse: (cocking his eyebrows) You think because his record shows he’s been unsuccessful, that this is a walk in the park aye?
Calvin: Nah, I aint crooked about records, they are meaningless. I’m just sayin, he aint seen me in the ring yet, so I got advantages on him yuh know?
Nodding, Jesse eats some of his food as the waitress walks up to their table sitting next to the window.
Waitress: Would you like a refill for that sir?
Gesturing to Calvin’s empty cup.
Calvin: Yes miss! (sighting Jesse’s glare from his left eye) Please and thank yuh.
Nodding, a smirk crosses Jesse’s face as Calvin shows some manners. As the waitress begins to walk away, Calvin chimes up again.
Calvin: OH wait! Uuuh- Miss - add another order of sausage N’ gravy over biscuits for me too. Jess - did you want somethin’ for the road?
Shaking his head ‘no’ Jesse takes a swig of his drink. The waitress writes acknowledges the order and bustles off behind the long counter separating the chairs and the cooking area against the back wall. The smell of butter and grease was strong, and a staple for any Waffle House goer.
Jesse: I know you haven’t been in the ring much in the past year Cal. I saw your debut at the Honor battle royal and was impressed. You’re working hard to get better in the ring, and it shows.
Calvin: I do what I know. This ain’t the minor leagues up here, yuh reckon I got some chance to move up?
Jesse: Keep training with that routine I put together for you. Once Julius is back, we’ll get you working with him to tighten up the loose ends.
Calvin: Hell yeah! I haven’t met the kiddo yet. How he been doin?
Jesse: He’s getting healthy. Once you meet him, you’ll end up making a new best friend. Reminds me of myself at that age. Hungry and defiant.
Calvin: (laughs) Aren’t you his dad? He’s suppose to be like you fam, maybe not as big, but in the head he should… where it counts, yuh know?
Jesse: Yeah, I suppose so. Took me by surprise though. Never thought I would have a son after Julie passed away. Relationships have never felt the same since her, they have all been missing that magic.
Showing an uncomfortable twitch in talking about the conversation, Jesse changes the subject.
Jesse: Remember, this isn’t some squash opponent you’re going to have your way with. Takaru has a strong Japanese style, meaning he’ll be stiff to work with. He’s also been determined to make a name for himself and wants to do that by going head to head with me. I don’t care what he’s done in the past year at NPW. This is a new man we are seeing in Takaru.
Calvin: Talk-a-Rat-two isn’t going to get the better of me Jess. I got moxy. He ain’t got that. Sure he can strike and kick like a Jedi, but I’m Obi-Cal Doxson, there ain’t nothin’ you can throw at me that I ain’t seen on the streets, in the cut, or around the world that I backed down from. Grits and gunpowder, I got them both in the form of (raises both fists). Tak-a-nash-ee has the Haymaker Hillbilly coming to wreck lives and steal wives. He best be ready for the fight!
Rambunctious from the conversation, Calvin’s arms shake the table as the waitress comes back. She places the to-go container and refill Calvin ordered on the table, and slides the receipt towards Jesse.
Waitress: I’ll be back to get that when y’all are ready, no rush hun.
Calvin scoops up the bill just as Jesse reaches for his wallet and peers down at it.
Calvin: I got it! Gotta pay dues, right?
Rummaging through his pockets, he turns them inside out as crinkled bills and loose change fall out in his bench seat. Calvin places the currency on the table in a pile resembling the lent pulled from a dryer machine.
Calvin: Might need you to spot me. I’mma lil' lite Jess. My bad... (looking down sheepishly)
Nodding, Jesse drops a fifty on the table and the two make their exit. Back on the road, the story of a wrestler’s life; waffle houses and gas stations, hotels and haymakers.
