Instead, thick veins, wound up his forearms and biceps like snakes, disappearing beneath the shirt before reappearing on his neck. And he stood erect, with picture perfect posture, surveying the cameras, recorders, and journalists at his feet.

He motioned to a tiny, unsuspecting chair, "This one?" and lowered his 190 kg, causing the chair to groan. Sitting between two normal sized adults, he suddenly looked like a giant’s child, and more than a touch embarrassed.

In fact, Khali looked harrowed.

Running his massive fingers through jet black hair and sighing audibly, he answered the first volley of questions with what can only be called disdain and boredom.

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