A massive, muscular orc in full American football gear—helmet, shoulder pads, and a tight jersey that barely contains his bulging muscles—is charging down the field. His helmet is slightly too small, squishing his tusks awkwardly to the sides, and his green skin glistens with sweat under the stadium lights. He’s clutching the football in one hand like it’s a precious treasure, his other arm outstretched to fend off imaginary defenders. The background is a packed stadium filled with roaring fans—humans, orcs, goblins, and trolls—all waving foam fingers and holding signs that say things like "GRONK SMASH!" and "TUSK DOWN!" The field is torn up from the orc’s powerful strides, and a trail of dust and grass flies behind him as he runs. In the distance, a terrified referee (a tiny goblin) is hesitantly reaching for a yellow flag, while the opposing team—a group of skinny humans in mismatched armor—looks on in horror. The scoreboard in the background reads: "Home: 42 | Visitors: 0." The orc’s expression is a mix of fierce determination and pure joy, as if he’s having the time of his life despite the chaos he’s causing. The scene is both epic and hilarious, capturing the absurdity of an orc dominating the football field.