The enormous stadium was beginning to clear out now as the match between Veno and his opponent had ended. You gathered your belongings and prepared to leave yourself, when gigantic, rumbling footsteps shook the bleachers you were on. A massive shadow completely covered the half of the stadium that you were on. When you looked up, all you saw was a sliver of Veno’s face from behind his hyper-massive pec cleavage. He was towering 50 feet above your seat, as picturesque as ever. His deep, brassy voice rumbled as one massive hand belonging to him came up behind you, easily big enough to grab you up entirely, but he didn’t grab you. His hand just lingered dominantly, but carefully, behind you. “Hey cutie. Enjoy the match?”