"Looks like something you'd like," she commented as Karl slammed the boy down and gave a triumphant howl as the young man's filthy, unmoving body was hoisted onto a stretcher.

Randy laughed. "You think I got time?" he asked with an eager wriggle.

"You've got twenty minutes before pie eating," said Baby.

"I think that'll do!" Randy was already heading for the ring.

Karl put his hands on his hips and sized Randy up, being a werewolf he was quite large and nearly as tall as Randy, "Never grappled a Schickelgruber before, this could be good," he said, his voice deep and rumbling.

Randy grinned. "I've wrestled a coupla' blorknogs before; if you anything like them, I'm inclined to agree," he said amiably before taking on a fighting stance.

Karl was indeed much stronger than a regular human and he gave Randy a good scuffle, kicking up mud and dirt everywhere.

Randy enjoyed this quite a bit, particularly due to the added challenge of slippery mud impeding his footing and grasp of his opponent. Before twenty minutes was out, though, he managed to have Karl pinned.

Karl patted him on the back, "Nice match, son," he said shaking mud off and flinging it everywhere.

Randy gave his hand a shake, though he decided against licking it for the time being. There was just enough time left to clean up and head for the pie-eating contest...

Father Erickson had along table stacked with pies set before six contestants, one of which, was Seven.

Randy VIII whistled to him. "We got this thing covered."

"I bet I kin eat more than you, Baby Boy!" teased Seven.

Randy VIII growled at him. "I give you a run for your money!"

Erickson started the clock and Seven shoved half a pie into his mouth.

Randy VIII couldn't quite manage the same, though he did come very close, and tucked into the pies with as much ferocity as with any other challenge. Even with the prize being something they could share, competition was competition.