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In a warehouse in the suburbs, a man was seething.
His plan was perfect. Have a building put on fire to make sure the cops (and Shift, there were rumors the superhero was in town) would be as far away of the bank as possible, then attack said bank.
Millions of dollars made the easy way.
Until the tv showed that cursed boar-hulk come out of nowhere and ruin it all.
He swore.
"So, uh, what do we do, boss?" asked a thug.
"We get out of here, that's what!"
"What?! We run away?!"
"The others have been caught! The cops are gonna interrogate them!"
"Like they're gonna snitch us out!"
"And what if that fucking musclehead decides to use the hard way on them?! They're damn brave, but I highly doubt they'd rather have their arms ripped off than talk!"
The thug found nothing to say.
"So we evacuate now!"
"Too late," taunted a voice that came from behind the metal door of the warehouse.
Said door got brutally kicked out of its hinges.
And in the opening was now visible another overmuscled man.
A bull this time, with grey hair and beard, wearing an aviator vest and aviator goggles (Zlebow, after the creation of the Hulk-size Bio-Boost pills, had it custom made as a prank, since "you always have your head in the clouds, litterally").
"What the?!" yelped some crooks.
"While my colleague dealt with your main team, I spotted the guy who played with the bombs of the bank as he was trying to scram," explained with a mocking grin the beef mountain. "He was trying so hard to look inconspicuous it backfired on him. One or two bitchslaps were all it took to make him spill the beans. Then I threw him at the precinct and came here."
A deadly silence befell.
"You know, I should thank you. You've been giving me a perfect opportunity to start my superhero career," snarked the bull. "So I'm willing to go easy on you. Unless, of course, you decide to be stupid."
"GET HIM!!" screamed the boss while everyone else took their guns.
"Okay, you decided to be stupid. Bad move."
And he proved it.
"How... How could we get annihilated by an old geezer..." moaned the boss when their vanquisher dropped them to the precinct.
That insult, ironically, gave Wilbur the idea for his superhero name.
"Not old geezer," he smirked. "Old Ace."
Art by
furrybob
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24768013/
Wilbur / Old Ace © me
In a warehouse in the suburbs, a man was seething.
His plan was perfect. Have a building put on fire to make sure the cops (and Shift, there were rumors the superhero was in town) would be as far away of the bank as possible, then attack said bank.
Millions of dollars made the easy way.
Until the tv showed that cursed boar-hulk come out of nowhere and ruin it all.
He swore.
"So, uh, what do we do, boss?" asked a thug.
"We get out of here, that's what!"
"What?! We run away?!"
"The others have been caught! The cops are gonna interrogate them!"
"Like they're gonna snitch us out!"
"And what if that fucking musclehead decides to use the hard way on them?! They're damn brave, but I highly doubt they'd rather have their arms ripped off than talk!"
The thug found nothing to say.
"So we evacuate now!"
"Too late," taunted a voice that came from behind the metal door of the warehouse.
Said door got brutally kicked out of its hinges.
And in the opening was now visible another overmuscled man.
A bull this time, with grey hair and beard, wearing an aviator vest and aviator goggles (Zlebow, after the creation of the Hulk-size Bio-Boost pills, had it custom made as a prank, since "you always have your head in the clouds, litterally").
"What the?!" yelped some crooks.
"While my colleague dealt with your main team, I spotted the guy who played with the bombs of the bank as he was trying to scram," explained with a mocking grin the beef mountain. "He was trying so hard to look inconspicuous it backfired on him. One or two bitchslaps were all it took to make him spill the beans. Then I threw him at the precinct and came here."
A deadly silence befell.
"You know, I should thank you. You've been giving me a perfect opportunity to start my superhero career," snarked the bull. "So I'm willing to go easy on you. Unless, of course, you decide to be stupid."
"GET HIM!!" screamed the boss while everyone else took their guns.
"Okay, you decided to be stupid. Bad move."
And he proved it.
"How... How could we get annihilated by an old geezer..." moaned the boss when their vanquisher dropped them to the precinct.
That insult, ironically, gave Wilbur the idea for his superhero name.
"Not old geezer," he smirked. "Old Ace."
Art by
furrybobOriginal here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24768013/
Wilbur / Old Ace © me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Muscle
Species Bovine (Other)
Size 1614 x 2283px
File Size 232.7 kB
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