Storm the Albatross

(( Two things. Yes I know that took me a month and yes I know that degree of agonizing slow is on-brand for me...but also can you blame me for not having muse for the past month? ))

(( Two...Yes Storm's rockin' the Max Thunder fit. ))

(( Real recognizes real. ))

-advantage, but that didn't make Storm's sheer bulk any less intimidating up-close.

"Gonna look forward to beatin' da stupid outta dat ugly mug a' yours."

-on the sides, completed by a pair of red boots.

A homage to one of the greats.

As he loosened an arm from the turnbuckle, only to swipe it across his own beak, the albatross let out a deep huff before rising upright and stepping forward to approach Krypt. Sure, the kangahog had the height-

...

Staring him back from the other corner was a familiar pair of beady eyes, staring over a stout and crooked beak

"You again...," the seabird huffed, arms slung over the top ropes as he leaned against the turnbuckle. He was donning black and blue tights with a yellow thunderbolt insignia-

...

(( With every passing day I am coming to realize one thing. ))

(( I just want Storm to get into a 3-count pin wrestling match with someone. ))

"AH DID IT!"

Storm stands proudly, chest puffed out.

"AH TAUGHT DA BOSS HOW TA MAKE SOMETHIN IN DA KITCHEN!"

BOSS YER REALLY STARTIN' TA SOUND LIKE YER PROJECTIN' HERE!

I'M GETTIN' WORRIED FOR YA, BOSS!

PLEASE STOP TALKIN', BOSS!

IS...IS DAT DA WHOLE REASON YOU STARTED DIS MESS!? JUST TA TRICK ME INTO TALKIN' ABOUT...

...AAAAUGH! BOSS WE AIN'T DOIN' DIS AGAIN!

WE AIN'T HAVIN' DIS ARGUMENT AGAIN!

BOSS DAT...

DAT'S DA FROSTED FLAKES GUY.

IT'S DA FROSTED FLAKES GUY DAT SAYS DAT!

Outta FRUIT LOOPS!?

DERE AIN'T NO FRUIT LOOPS IN ALFREDO SAUCE!

I uh...I caught da Boss in da kitchen again.

He was tryin' ta boil a bowl of cereal.

Don't even think he was tryin'.

I wouldn't try if I was against us, neitha.

"See, da Boss takes every game he plays real serious-like."

"He's competitive down to da core. Anytime he does anything, he wants to be da best at it."

"I ain't sayin' I do, neitha."

"Just dat he gets pretty uh...pretty carried away wit it."

"Well uh..."

"Da boss HATES Mario Kart."

"I mean he really, really, REALLY hates it."

"Huh...well I guess they do."

"Boss really likes dose games. There's one where ya get ta do backflips in a dinosaur."

Why is da Boss arguin' with an entire company again about their go kart game?

This has gotta be da third time it's happened.

The seabird starts grasping at his own head.

"AAAAGH, can't we just have a fight be a fight!? I mean...look don't take dis da wrong way but...I ain't really into ya, ya know...I just wanna test my strength against someone strong."

"IT AIN'T A-"

"Hrrrg...Stop callin' it a date. I ain't tryin' ta kiss ya, I'm tryin' ta break your freakin' ankle!"

"Don't start actin' cute. We just got some unfinished business, dat's all."

"..."

"You."

@andiamthewalrus.bsky.social

(( HMMMPHST-D-VE-MSTPTVE ))

(( Was looking up VA opportunities to be Storm and uhhh... ))

(( Hmmm this icon for Storm here is...familiar. ))

Gotta always hang onto da good stuff.

Like Randy Savage vs Ricky da Dragon Steamboat.

What's wrong wit havin' wrestlin' tapes on VHS?

Dat's da best way ta watch wrestlin'.

"Eh, Never said I cared. Buncha dummies wanna mouth off, I'll shut 'em up da best way I know how."

"An' people try ta call me dopey."

Lemme tell ya somethin.

Da trick ta good pizza starts wit buildin strength in da dough. Ya fold it a bunch and it gets strong enough ta stretch by hand.

You take a rollin pin to pizza dough and I take a rollin pin ta you.

Not to correct ya or nuthin', Boss...

But I already MADE da pizza.

You want a slice?