The time had finally come. The two colleges' tradition of hosting a party for their football teams a week before their game against each other was ongoing. But despite the good food and vibes, a certain big deer could not focus on it until he had taken care of some business first. It had been a year of struggle for Owen, but his hard training had payed off. Sporting a gut that could easily ruin normal door frames, he lumbered forward to the center of the room where a familiar face was already waiting for him, Weston's. The big moose had not only become his rival in the field, but also outside of it. When the deer used be part of the defensive line, he found himself crushed under the weight of the moose's bulldozer midsection the whole season. To add insult to injury, he found out his "favorite costumer" title at Bigley's had been revoked and given to the moose's instead after just one visit, and he was not even a local. Fueled by the spirit of competitiveness, he decided he would be the one to teach Weston a lesson the next time they met. And now, coming face to face with his fellow massive cervidae, he could tell he had not been the only one focusing on growing stronger the past year. But despite the difference in sizes, Owen did not feel intimidated, on the contrary, he was even more excited than before as he imagined how much sweeter the victory would be once he settled the score with his fateful rival.

Weston: "You know, I was planning on kicking it back and enjoy the buffet this year. Let one of the others handle this. But once I heard their star defensive lineman had done some bulking up for this season, I just couldn't ignore that and I'm glad I didn't. Look at you pretty boy, you done porking yourself up nice and big. Still, you think you can take me on with size alone? Because if that's the case, you better hand me your keg."

Owen: "Heh, and here I thought your gut was that big because of all the food you inhaled, but now I know it's also full of hot air. Say what you want man, but tonight, you're going down. And once I'm done with you and this light treat, I'll tear down the buffet bar. But don't worry, I'll make sure to leave a shrimp or two for you."

Owen punctuated his statement with a hard slap to the side of his gut. Weston smiled at him. He had not only turned the buck into an unrepentant glutton like him by playing on his competitive side, but also, Owen turned out to be a greedy one to boot. He liked that, A LOT. Still, his cockiness needed to be brought down a couple notches. It was time for Weston to show Owen how things were truly handled between two hungry behemoths like them.

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