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We Don’t Serve Salads Here [Chef Andre - Part 6]

NOTES: One of my friends got me to join an e-fed, and even though I know nearly nothing about wrestling, I do feel confident in my ability to write fairly entertaining nonsense. And I’d love to share that nonsense with you lot too!

(Chef Andre Poêlon, Toddrick, and other non-wrestler side characters are mine. The other wrestlers—Bert, Ahmya, and Dionysus in this installment—belong to their respective creators.)

(Andre’s appearance is based on Chef Gordon Ramsay. I’m so sorry Chef Ramsay. Here’s your alternate French-American life)

WC: ~2.4K

Installments: Part 1 (The Recipe); Part 2 (L’Aperitif); Part 3 (L’Entree); Part 4 (Fish); Part 5 (Main Course)

Andre had no idea what caused the dumpster to explode. He had nothing to do with it. Admittedly, Andre had been the last known person to throw something away into the dumpster, and at the time nothing had seemed amiss. But then again, it was just a dumpster. You wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary unless the damned thing were on fire. Which currently, it was quite on fire, with the handful of police officers on scene begging the Waffle House evacuees to please get back while they waited for the fire department to come screaming around the corner. Everyone in the area with eyes and a shred of consciousness about them had taken to noticing said dumpster, on account of how beautifully on fire it was here at 1:47 in the morning.

“What are you doing? Stop calling 911! We’ve already called for the fire department!” snapped an officer, waving irritably at an unusually well dressed woman who had her phone up to her ear.

“What do you mean, ‘which one’? How many blasted Waffle Houses can there be in this town! It’s a fire, can’t you just see it?” she huffed into the phone, before the officer snatched the little rectangle from her.

“Communications, this is Officer Penny, it’s the one we’ve already called in. Yeah, yeah Main and Emerson. Yeah, it’s still on fire. Thanks.” He mashed his finger on the screen to hang up and handed the phone back. The woman eyed the officer with contempt, plotting her next move at the disrespect he’d shown, and Andre watched, trying to decide who he wanted to see lose their little interaction more. His inherent distrust of police was in direct conflict with his evergreen desire to see specimens of the rich bitch Karen variety fail to get what they wanted.

“I say man, is this the grass?” called out the woman’s husband, equally well-dressed but showing no concern whatsoever for his wife nor for the raging dumpster fire. He stood a ways down the parking lot, hands in his pockets, beckoning to Andre and gesturing to the little spit of grass that ran behind the Waffle House.

Andre glanced at the man, trying to remember his name again. Larry. He liked Larry. Where his wife carried herself like an invading crusader looking to skewer lesser beings on the sharp blade of her privileges, Larry carried himself like a man who wanted nothing more than to let everyone else in on the joke that was his life. As he watched Larry idly twist his fancy leather shoe to squish out a burning ember of trash that had drifted onto the grass, Andre cast his mind back to when they’d first walked in not an hour before.

These were neither regulars, nor, by the lack of any recognition on the faces of his coworkers, known irregulars of their Waffle House. It wasn’t quite 1am, and Andre’s night was young. Or at the very least, it still seemed young. Three decades down and working his way through the fourth, and Andre still didn’t have a good sense of time. For example, his upcoming match—in his mind, he had plenty of time to prepare. Three weeks between matches? Plenty of time. Time to train, time to work with Dionysus on stepping up their game, time to study Bert and Ahmya, think of strategy, record his promo.

But time is a funny thing. When you’ve got so much of it, it’s easy to waste. When there’s more time to spare, what does it matter if you’re careless? And so it was that in spite of all his best intentions, time had managed to slip quickly day by day from between Andre’s fingers, caught up in the simple promise of still having more time to get things done. Now the match was mere days away, and he still thought, quite erroneously, that he had more time. So it was that instead of buckling down and preparing for his multiplayer championship bid, Andre was once more standing at the flattop in the dead of night when the well-dressed couple walked in.

Though it was past midnight, they weren’t the stumbling-drunk sort of rich that occasionally ended up in their diner. The woman looked disdainful, and the man just short of outright amused. They looked together like perhaps they’d lost a bet.

“Well come on, Natalie, have a seat. It’s not going to kill you,” said the man.

Natalie sniffed, as if she could taste the grease hanging in the air. “It very well might, Larry.”

Larry allowed himself a small chuckle, as he steered them both to a pair of stools at the far end of the counter, plucking a couple menus for them as he sat. “You’ll have to forgive my wife,” he began, to both every employee and yet none of them in particular. “I don’t have a good reason for why, of course. Probably that she’ll just demand it if you don’t.”

“Larry!” Natalie hissed, smacking the menu clutched in her hands against the counter. The laminated plastic merely gave a warbled little whump as it slapped down.

Andre was grateful for the small measure of psychological distance that working the grill afforded him. These two sounded like the sort of low-grade trouble that would stop being entertaining the moment he might actually have to interact with them. Thankfully, that would be the server’s problem.

He let his mind wander as he moved his spatula practically on autopilot for the orders already before him. Toddrick hadn’t been by this week—“something something school, blah blah academic probation, family disgrace, if you don’t take this seriously young man—whatever” had literally been his words when he explained, as far as Andre could gather, why he actually had to focus on his studies for a bit. Toddrick had worried more about Andre’s upcoming match than the inscrutable whims and movements of his GPA. Andre and Dionysus had won their last match, which meant momentum. Expectations. The prospect that they could actually really win something big this time—the multiplayer title.

“Do not worry, mon ami, I have plenty of time,” Andre had said.

“Are you sure dude? Don’t put off your promo till the last minute again.”

“Plen. Tee. Of. Time. I can do this, do not worry.”

But had Andre recorded his promo yet? Of course not. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard. Besides, he’d beaten Ahmya on his own before, and Bert’s taste in cuisine was surely rivaled only by swamp creatures and trash compactors. Shouldn’t be too hard to weave those thoughts together into some choice trash talk, right? Andre broke apart the latest set of hash browns before him with the corner of his spatula, musing on what phrasing might be best, when he finally noticed a little paper packet of Splenda bounce off his arm, joining two others nearby on the floor.

“I say, my good man!” called Larry for what Andre didn’t realize was at least the third time. “Your server is busy, and my lady wife is most impatient. Would you do us a kindness and take our order?”

Andre looked around with a frown. Yes, the servers were helping other patrons. It really couldn’t wait? Larry smiled sheepishly, and his wife returned Andre’s frown with a steely glare of her own.

“Ok?” Andre said reluctantly.

“Splendid,” said Larry, flipping over the menu in his hands and looking at it intently. “She would like a blueberry waffle, no make that two of them, and I’ll have—“

“Something healthy,” hissed Natalie, glaring now at Larry.

“Something delicious,” Larry mused, looking the menu over again. He seemed to only be doing this for the benefit of irritating his good lady wife.

“A salad,” Natalie snapped at Andre, her eyes locking back onto him. “He will have a salad.”

Andre scoffed, and the words stepped out of his mouth before he could even think of keeping them in check. “Madame. We do not serve salads here.”

Natalie looked at him like she’d been slapped, and before she could even open her mouth, eyes darting down to the menu, the server Shelly returned, stepping between them as she did.

“Salads?” Shelly gently took the menu right out of Natalie’s hand as she walked by. “Yeah we do. Right here, Andre.” Shelly held the menu toward Andre, tapping her thumb next to a green menu header emblazoned “SALADS” with all of two choices listed below.

Andre made a confused face. In all his time so far with the Waffle House, he’d not heard a single person order a salad. He looked at Larry and Natalie, who had taken to arguing quietly with each other about “healthy choices,” and at Shelly, who simply shrugged.

“Alright then,” said Andre, going to find the lettuce. “A salad.”

What Andre managed to find, technically and genetically, was certainly lettuce. It was also sad, limp, quite possibly a little slimy, and absolutely unservable.

“My mistake,” Andre said to the couple, the corners of his mouth only twitching occasionally in irritation. “We do serve salads. But we do not serve salads today. The lettuce has all…gone wrong.”

“Terrible!” Larry replied, a big smile on his face in direct contrast with his words. “Absolutely terrible. Nothing to be done for it my love. I’ll just—“

But Natalie was having none of it and quickly cut Larry off. “Well go get some more lettuce. Did you check the back? How can you not have something you claim to serve?”

Andre took a moment before making his reply. He certainly did not claim to serve salads here, actually. But that wasn’t the right thing to say. Instead, he ground out, “let me check again,” and walked right out the back to the dumpster, because he’d already checked every refrigerator they had and knew the only lettuce in this building was the sorry sack of leaves he already knew he wouldn’t serve.

Of course there was no lettuce back here either, except for the horrible bag now in his hands, and that wasn’t so much lettuce as food poisoning and a lawsuit waiting to happen. There was the dumpster, and Andre threw the lettuce in. He looked around. There was a cop car in the parking lot of the Red Carpet Inn, the officer’s face lit by the pale glow of their laptop, probably out and about on another mostly pointless directed patrol. There was the little patch of grass that stretched off from behind the fence around the dumpster. There was little else. Andre sighed.

Go get some more lettuce, she says. Andre laughed sharply to himself, recalling the impossibility of getting any sort of groceries after midnight now in this town. Of course there was no lettuce to be had, no black market for leafy greens to be sold under cover of darkness from the bed of a pickup truck. Unless he wanted to go break into a grocery store—absolutely not—a salad simply wasn’t happening.

He walked over to the grass, yanking a fistful of blades out of the ground, and headed back inside.

Honestly, the explosion practically saved Andre’s life. Or at least his ass. He walked back in, stopped in front of Natalie, and said evenly, “Madame. I am afraid the only green leaves we have in the back are these.” As he spoke the last word, he gently opened his clenched fist just above the counter, and drew his hand away to reveal a pile of parking lot grass neatly dropped in front of her.

Larry’s laugh was practically a scream, a wallop of delighted exclamation, and as the rage crept up Natalie’s face, her mouth opening to begin a tirade, an even louder BOOM rocked the building, completely overthrowing the conversation at hand.

Merde, thought Andre, the promo. This was a big deal, and he’d been wasting time for weeks. What was he doing? He should have been doing so much more, but instead he’d all but sabotaged himself by putting everything off. His training. His teamwork. His stupid promo. It was almost like, what? He was afraid of winning? Afraid of succeeding, of really putting his all in and reaching a point of no return?

Or was he afraid of putting his all in, and it still not being enough to win when it counts?

He watched the fire department approach the dumpster, point at the ground, and heard a cry go up for the hazmat team, everyone backing away again.

“—repeat, some kind of white powder trailing to the dumpster, I want the hazmat team to identify before we work fire suppression, currently limited to the dumpster, dumpster is fully involved—“

Andre sighed to himself. What was done—or more accurately, not done—couldn’t be changed now. Better make the most of the time he had left. At the very least, summon up his best blustery insults and proudly proclaim that he and Dionysus would emerge victorious when the final count came down on Tuesday night.

He admired the fire. Hm. Might make quite the backdrop. He turned to Larry. “Ah, sir. Could you perhaps do me a favor?”

It’s amazing what you can do with the right camera angle. Larry got the phone just right, looking slightly up at Andre, who stood with arms crossed, a blazing inferno behind him.

“I will make this quick,” said Andre with a smirk. “As you can see, I’ve got other fires to put out.”

“Bert! Ahmya! Multiplayer champions? Ha! I’ve seen raccoons crawl out of that dumpster with better taste than the two of you.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder at the dumpster, which had the decency to roar a little brighter as the flames dug into some new truly heinously flammable substance deep within. Andre affected a scolding tone. “Don’t you know, you are what you eat?”

Andre sneered triumphantly. “And all you two eat is trash, so it is to the trash that Al Fresco is going to take you. Right where you belong.”

If you listened very carefully, just before the recording ended, you could hear the battalion chief swearing loudly in the background before the dumpster rocked with another boom.

“Son of a—RUN A LINE! GET THIS DAMN THING PUT OUT! IT’S ONLY FLOUR!”

Next Course: Part 7 (Munsters in the Shadows)

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39 Days to Go

San Francisco, CA Monday, December 14, 2009 11:30 a.m. PDT

When “The Lion” John Grant had woken up this morning—just like he’d done every previous morning since making his tape—he’d immediately logged into his computer and checked his e-mail.  He’d created a new e-mail account for wrestling business only, kept separate from the e-mail address where friends keep in touch with him, professors send him assignments, and various corporations hawk the miracles of their penis-enlargement pills and easy ways to make $100,000 for working four hours a week.

The last few days, he’d received nothing, but he’d expected that.  He’d only approved the final cut of his introduction tape on Wednesday, after all; and video editor Harry Jaffee had done the rest—making seventeen copies of the master disc and overnighting them via FedEx to the organizations John had specified.  John certainly hadn’t anticipated that any of them would get back to him on the same day they received his video.

But today when he’d logged in, he’d gotten a reply from one of the administrators of the World Wrestling Alliance, saying not only that they’d received his video, but that they were offering him a pre-show tryout match on their January 22 edition of WWA: Underground, live from The Arena in Philadelphia, PA.  Taking a look at the WWA’s schedule, since he knew the company was relaunching on the 15th, he replied with an e-mail saying that not only would he be there in the best shape of his life, but with the company’s permission he’d be happy to sit backstage during the Hammerstein Ballroom show on the 15th as well, to meet some of his future co-workers, build relationships, and learn what he could from them.

Barring that, he didn’t mention in the e-mail, he’d simply buy a ticket to the inaugural event himself and sit in the crowd.  He didn’t even need to sit in the front row and announce his presence or anything.  He may be trying out for the company, and he may be the son of a wrestling legend, but he didn’t feel any desire to call undue attention to himself on a show in which he wasn’t even wrestling.  He wanted the crowd’s focus to be where it should be: on the performers inside the ring.

As for John, at this moment he was exercising on the ringside mat in the Inferno Wrestling Academy, jumping rope, dressed in white workout clothes.  The unusually cold weather San Francisco was experiencing had not let up from two days ago, but John had jogged two miles here from home just like he had every day for the past month.  And when it was time for class, he usually arrived there via public transit; he really only used his car for other, out-of-the-way activities like going out on dates, participating in wrestling events, and that sort of thing.

After spending half an hour jumping rope, John works on the treadmill for an hour, and then lifts weights, completing his workout by getting some time in with a kickboxing bag while trainer Joe Ernest holds it for him.  By the time he’d done that for twenty minutes, the Academy was bustling with activity, from camera crews setting up to record guys cutting promos, to guys working on the various exercise equipment, to other people merely standing around and chatting.

“Hey, John,” says a familiar voice from behind him, and John turns around with a start, having been so focused on what he was doing that he hadn’t even realized how many people were in here.  Let alone that his uncle, “The Tiger” Brian Grant, had arrived.

“Uncle Brian,” John says, clasping his hand and sharing a manly one-armed hug with him.  At 5’10”, Brian was a head shorter than his 6’3” nephew, who in turn was overshadowed (both physically and in terms of reputation) by his 6’9” father Steve, the “Blue Inferno���, who’d won more championships than John had ever [i]heard[/i] of.  But John didn’t have nearly the brute strength that his father had had during his wrestling career, which was one of many reasons that the 18-year-old had emulated his uncle Brian’s style far more than Steve’s.  Brian had practically no brute force whatsoever in his approach to wrestling; he was very much a high-flying light-heavyweight, through and through.

As John greets his uncle, he notices that Brian was accompanied by someone else.  And how could he [i]not[/i] notice it?  The man in question, standing easily seven feet tall and weighing, by a conservative estimate, 285 pounds, was a bald, black, wall of muscle, clearly a current or former bodybuilder.  And he’s looking at John with the cool, yet intense confidence of someone who believed in his ability to beat the living hell out of anyone he came across.  John wouldn’t doubt that in a moment.

“John,” Brian says by way of introduction, “this gentleman here is Jamal Richards.”

“Jamal,” John says in acknowledgement, extending his hand for a handshake.  After a brief moment, Jamal accepts the handshake.  Firm grip; no surprise there.

“He’s 32 years old, a former U.S. Navy SEAL, a four-year All-American linebacker at Florida State University and member of their 1999 National Championship team as a senior; and he played three years in the NFL as a member of the Dallas Cowboys.  He graduated from the Inferno Wrestling Academy in ‘05, and competes in the heavyweight division of the National Wrestling Organization of Japan, where he currently holds their Television Championship.  

“I brought him here today as your opponent.”

John looks at Jamal, his expression becoming more and more incredulous as Brian runs down the resumé of this impressive specimen.  Finally, John says, “You can’t be serious.”  And immediately he curses himself for saying that; he knew Brian would jump all over him for that.

If anything, John’s reaction made Jamal look even more smug than he already was.  And Brian did, indeed, take John to task for saying that.

“I’ve been accused of a number of things, John, but I’m pretty sure ‘being a comedian’ isn’t one of them.  You’ve sparred with myself, your father, Nick, Barry, and Antonio long enough.  You’re starting to get used to it.  But now you’ve been accepted by the World Wrestling Alliance; you’re gonna face all kinds of different opponents.  You think Steve didn’t face guys of all shapes and sizes on his way to five NEW World Heavyweight Championships?”

“Unless you want to prove that your graduating this Academy was a joke, and your father went easy on you,” Jamal adds.

[i]That[/i] did it.  “Hey, I’ll take on [i]any[/i]body, [i]any[/i]time,” John says, staring up at Jamal as his face begins to match the intensity of his much larger, far more accomplished opponent.

“Sounds good to me,” Brian says.  “As it so happens, I’m wearing my referee hat today, so Jamal, get stretched up, and let’s get this show on the road.”

“I’m ready right now,” Jamal replies, glaring down at John.  Brian simply shrugs, and John adjusts his wristbands, preparing himself for the fight of his life.

“Oh, and by the way—just so I can see what both of you are [i]really[/i] made of—this match will be a no-disqualifications match,” Brian adds.  “So this is no time to be lacking confidence, John.”

Gazing once more at the chiseled physique of his opponent, who seemed to be smiling even wider than when John had first expressed his doubts, the young man simply says, “You’ve got [i]that[/i] right.”

[b]Twenty minutes later…[/b]

If someone had spoken to John twenty-five minutes ago, he wouldn’t have believed that person when told that twenty-five minutes later, he’d actually be in a position to win this match.  In fact, the first seven minutes of the match had gone extremely badly for John, as he’d taken power move after power move from Jamal, everything from a three powerbombs to a spinebuster to a gorilla press sidewalk slam.

But when Jamal had made the mistake of going to the outside to grab a metal folding chair and lifting John to his feet with the intention of whipping him off the ropes and hitting a drop toe-hold onto the chair, John had flown back off the ropes with a flying forearm, taking Jamal down to his back.  Quickly grabbing the chair, John had waited until Jamal got to his feet, and then practically fused the chair into the former Navy SEAL’s skull, not even bothering to fold the chair back up before doing so.  The satisfying sound of metal striking bone had sent an “OOOOOH!” throughout all of those watching at the Academy.

The match had gone much better for John after that.  Focusing his attacks on the right knee of the larger man, beating him down with punches, kicks and chair shots, he’d been able to keep Jamal from putting too much weight on it for the rest of the contest.  Throw in a figure-four leglock, an STF, and even—thanks to a sudden burst of strength—a Fisherman suplex—and Jamal’s knee was pretty thoroughly savaged.

Just a moment ago, John had hit a Russian legsweep, bringing Jamal down again, in the center of the ring.  Now he stood perched up on the top turnbuckle, where—showing his respect to a legend of yore by flashing the “I Love You” sign—he jumps off and connects with a Superfly Splash.  He didn’t get quite the same elevation on it as he had in his recent match against Antonio Mason, but when Brian’s hand went down for the three-count, and Jamal wasn’t able to kick out, “The Lion” John Grant had won the contest.

A great cheer came up from the assembled wrestlers and technicians as Brian raises John’s hand in victory, and a chant of “JOHNNY!  JOHNNY!  JOHNNY!” started—which John noticed had actually been started by fellow ’09 Academy graduate Barry Andrews.  When they’d started out in the Academy together, the 25-year-old former hockey player had called John “Spoon Boy” after the alleged silver spoon John had been born with in his mouth, but just like with Violet, as they’d persevered together, they’d become close friends.

Well…

Barry wasn’t exactly as close a friend to John as Violet was.

Speaking of his girlfriend, John didn’t see her in the crowd today, much to his disappointment.  At least he knew that the match, just like the one with Antonio, had been thoroughly and professionally taped by the Academy’s camera crew.

As Jamal lifts himself to his feet, politely shrugging off John’s offer of assistance, he can see the grudging admiration in the eyes of his defeated opponent.  After a moment, Jamal offers his hand, and John cautiously takes it.

“Great match,” Jamal says, and John nods in agreement.  “Game for a rematch sometime?”

“You bet,” John replies, and the two of them share a manly hug.

[b]Ten minutes later…[/b]

John stood ringside with the Academy’s resident interviewer, Alex Yost, who’d been one of the many people in attendance during the impromptu match.  Actually, he’d shown up right as the contest was about to get underway, which had made John wonder if Alex had some kind of sixth sense for these sorts of things.  He wasn’t dressed in his usual suit, however—he wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans.

“John Grant, a word with you, please.  Going into this match fellow former Academy graduate Jamal Richards, you were most definitely the underdog.  Given no preparation time beforehand, how did you triumph today against the current Television Champion of the National Wrestling Organization of Japan?”

Shaking his head slightly in disbelief, John says, “Well, to be honest with you, Alex—early on, I thought I was pretty thoroughly screwed.  Richards clearly had me very well-scouted, and it seemed I couldn’t do anything right for the first seven, eight minutes of the match.  But he got a little cocky going for that chair; he couldn’t leave well enough alone, and that was pretty obviously the turning point of the match.”

“We just got word today that you have earned a tryout match in the World Wrestling Alliance for their second WWA: Underground show on January 22.  On the pre-show, you’ll take on Kid Cool and Willy Murdoch in a triangle match.  Do you have anything to say to your upcoming opponents?”

“Yeah, I do,” John says, giving a half-smile before continuing.  “This is my one and only try-out match for the WWA, and I intend to make the most out of it.  Kid Cool, Willy Murdoch, I’ve got 39 days until it’s time to step into a WWA ring, and start making a name for myself as one of the hottest up-and-coming young superstars in the business.  And if you think I’m going to spend those 39 days relaxing at the beach and playing video games, you obviously don’t know who you’re dealing with.

“I’m gonna train hard, I’m gonna study videotape, and I’m gonna battle the best that the Academy can throw at me.  I will continue developing my style, learning what works and improving upon—or discarding—what doesn’t work.  And when the time comes for me to step through that curtain, you’d better understand that I’ve got nothing to lose by going all-out and bringing the fight right to you.  It may be a match on the pre-show, but I’m gonna treat it like a pay-per-view main event, and I’ll be out there to put on one hell of a show for the fans, and to come away with a resounding victory that’ll make the WWA establishment come tripping over themselves to sign me.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Alex, I’ve got more work to do.  The match’ll be here before you know it.”

As John walks off-camera, Alex says, “Of course.  ‘The Lion’ John Grant, everyone.  He made a statement tonight with his outstanding match and victory over Jamal Richards; and in 39 days he’ll compete in a three-way match for a chance to earn a WWA contract.”

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