The giants could shape shift! Surely, they must be capable of lasting a little bit longer than Pierce's last opponents. They went down in about four seconds. Pierce spread his legs out in preparation to squat, his arms held outward to catch the giants' pickaxe-hands. In each hand, Pierce grabbed one, the force of the impact minimal under the sheer durability that was Pierce's muscles. "HM!" he grunted proudly. His legs tensed as Pierce pushed upright and against the ground. As he did so, the ground collapsed under the sheer force that was Pierce's quads; a testament that he did not skip leg day. His arms pushed out, knocking those of the giants out and into each other.

"YOU BIG OLD PIECES OF SHIT AND YOUR FAT ASSES AIN'T GOT SHIT!" Pierce announced. The impressive pugilist sprinted between the two giants. And idea formed in his head. He was going to suplex the giants- no. He was going to suplex them into each other. With each powerful step, the ground depressed into boot-shaped hole. That is, each hole was in the actual shape of the whole of the actual boot, that someone could actually stick actual their foot into. Weaving between the giants and behind of of them, Pierce jumped upward, lifting himself through the power of his massive gains. His arms were outstretched. Pierce was floating in the air, suspended in it by his muscles, right behind a giant.

Pierce was right around the small of the giant's back, right where its waist was. His arms lay outstretched. Pierce flew into the giant, hands first in attempt to grab it. He was going to take the ugly thing down town- down town of Suplex City.