The ultimate morning faceoff has been going on WAY too long. It’s about time someone settled the debates and that is what Saturday Showdown is here for.
Pancake:
Weight: fluffy
Height: flat
Bio: Pancakes roots stretch as far back as ancient Greece. After several years of working out in the fires of the Trojans, pancake settled down in the old west as a simple breakfast under the alias
“Flapjack”. Recent trends and new technologies have threatened the Pancake’s title of king of breakfast. Can he retain his title and his seat at the breakfast table?
Waffle:
Weight: crisp
Height: varies
Bio: primarily a European kid, Waffle has taken his rising popularity and ran with it. Challenging the pancake since about the 14th century. Waffle takes advantage of new technologies, gaining his ridges and durability from machines custom made just for him.
The meeting:
Pancake sat upon his throne surrounded by his adoring fans.
“Moisturize me” commanded the pancake. A servant girl pulled up with a tray full of syrups of different kinds.
“I’ll take the blueberry”. Stated Pancake. The servant poured the syrup upon the head of the pancake. “It’s good to be the king” thought Pancake to himself.
An alarm rang throughout the throne room and the corridors. The pancake sent his Greek armor-clad soldiers to investigate.
Meanwhile, Waffle’s diversion had worked. Guards ran every way they could in search of the intruder. This freed up the main gardens so he could travel through them freely. This was a piece of cake, and soon Waffle expected to have a piece of Pancake as well.
The throne room was just at the end of the hallway. Waffle went to pick the lock the room when 4 guards stood behind him... Waffle had been caught.
Pancake stared at the door. Two guards stood in defensive poses with their spears towards the door, ready for the entrance of Waffle. Punch noises and crashes were heard from behind the door, then silence.
The door burst open, flinging the guards to the floor. Waffle gazed around the room. Pancake was nowhere to be seen. Waffle took a couple steps into the room when the rug moved beneath him, throwing Waffle hard into the ground.
Pancake smirked at the downed Waffle.
“So you are the challenger that I have been told about. I look forward to adding your submission into my list of inferior breakfasts”.
“Don’t count on it!” shouted Waffle.
The battle begins.
Who should win this fight? Turn in your votes in the comments, on Facebook or on twitter @SupermanLegion and tune in next week for the conclusion! Thanks for commenting, liking and sharing this, hope you all have a good week, remember to always be your best self!
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