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A tough-looking stoat dressed in a grey muscle shirt and blue shorts is waiting, paws on his hips, seemingly looking towards the horizon. Ludwig Logemann, the host of American Mustelid Alpha turns to the camera, giving a confident nod.

"Forty-five American mustelids signed up to take part in the challenge of their lives," he says. "We selected the toughest, baddest, nastiest everyday mustie athletes in the whole nation, and brought them here, in an abandoned military hangar right here in Apopka, Florida."

"They were whittled down through increasingly difficult physical tasks: on the first day, they took the Navy SEAL PST, a screening test of their basic fitness abilities. After a hard night of sleep at the local barracks and an early morning wake-up for some heavy-duty Army training, the top twenty-four took on their final challenge - a timed run of a giant obstacle course."

"Only the strongest twelve survived to see the end of the third day of bootcamp, getting the chance to compete in the greatest mustelid throwdown ever seen on television."

"The contenders to the title of American Mustelid Alpha are: Jordan "J.J." Bolkema, a 25-year-old triathlete and construction project manager from Denver, Colorado."

"I'm a Swiss army knife with enough flexibility, adaptation skills and the will to cast discipline away."

~J.J., 25, Sea Otter, Construction Project Manager

"Omar Farrakhan, a 26-year-old linguist and martial arts enthusiast from Palatine, Illinois."

"My way of being a leader embodies strength of both body and mind."

~Omar, 26, Marbled Polecat, Arabic Interpreter

"John Blake Jr., a 36-year-old correctional officer from Tucson, Arizona."

"If they behave, I'm cool, if they don't, you better watch how we deal with rowdy furs back where I'm from."

~John, 36, Stoat, Jailer

"Arron Richardson, a 28-year-old firefighter from Racine, Wisconsin."

"You know how they say honey badgers don't care? Well I surely don't care one bit about my competition."

~Arron, 28, Honey Badger, Firefighter

"Crispin Aebersold, a 29-year-old bouncer from San Joaquin, California."

"I'm big, tough and intimidating, I know what it's like to fight for the crumbs and come out with the lion's share."

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

"Kenneth Geib, a 24-year-old roofer and CrossFit instructor from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania."

"Anywhere he goes Kenneth's the number one in the room, and he will stop at nothing to achieve what he wants."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

"Michael Marshall, a 35-year-old blacksmith from Whitefish, Montana."

"Let the real forged men take center stage and show you how it's done."

~Michael, 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

"Zakee "Greasy Z" Armstrong, a 29-year-old automobile mechanic and customizer from Porter, Texas."

"You gettin' the all real Boss Hog, and if you don't like it, you can choke on my exhaust pipe!"

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

"Chayne Foley, a 28-year-old bartender from New York City."

"I got the total package, and breaking news? It comes with a pride flag in it."

~Chayne, 28, Beech Marten, Bartender

"Andrew McKnight, a 22-year-old stage crew operator from Austin, Texas."

"I lived through far more than what they may expect, and I can't wait for the badass youngster to become number one."

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

"Eddie Caprio, a 32-year-old Navy SEAL veteran and demolition foreman from Garfield, New Jersey."

"There's virtually nothing you can throw at me that I haven't already tackled and overcome."

~Eddie, 32, Giant Otter, Demolition Foreman

"And William Viera, a 34-year-old personal trainer from Orlando, Florida."

"True Alphas have the responsibility to pave the way for several communities, for people who need it, and I know I am that kinda mustelid."

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

"Over the next month, they'll get to live here at the Burrow, a two-story bachelor pad with every fixture and trapping a young man can dream of, " the stoat says. "They'll compete in different types of challenges: Teams, where they'll have to prove their cooperation and leadership skills, alongside their own strengths. Individual challenges, where they'll showcase their own worth in order to set themselves apart from the rest. And once it's all said and done, the bottom two will take on a grueling Duel for the final chance to stay. Lose the Duel, you're out of the game."

"The last two remaining contestants will take on the Alpha Gauntlet, the most demanding set of challenges they can fathom. In the end, only one will take home the $250,000 cash prize, the attention of the nation, as well as the right to call themselves the ultimate mustelid around," the stoat says. "I'm Ludwig Logemann... and this is American Mustelid Alpha."

***

February 19, 2020

Apopka, Florida

6:00 PM

Sun is setting on the Burrow as the group of mustelids are shown as they make their way to the front door, heavy suitcases and bags in tow. "Welcome in, guys..." Z says in a mockingly ceremonious tone. "Take a good look at whatcha missed last night!"

Crispin is the first to walk in, the others following suit. "Hot damn," he exclaims, as he takes notice of the big living room, lavish furniture laid across the whole space. "So looking forward to spending a month in here."

"How 'bout two days?" Arron cheekily asks the tattooed otter back, dragging his bags behind him.

"Dream on, dude," Crispin retorts. "I'm still gonna be here when you'll be sent packing..."

Kenneth's scream of excitement comes muffled from the next room. "Guys... we got a freakin' weight room!" he yells, calling out the rest of the group as he uncovers a rack full of free weights. "We gonna pump some serious iron in here!"

*The wolverine looks around* "House has a ton of portraits of famous mustelids all around. Sports, celebs, movies, historical figures...all the hotshots there is, and that inspires me a lot for what's to come." *camera closes in on an empty frame, soon to be filled with the winner's picture* "I know I want to be up there with all of them."

~Michael, 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

"The house is absolutely insane. It looks like a Hollywood set, I've never seen anything like it... I had to tell Omar, like, can you get my jaw from the floor please?" *laughs*

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

As most contestants check on the many features of the ground floor, Andrew looks up quizzically. "Wait... Z, where are we sleeping exactly? Up?" Soon as the hog badger nods with a smirk, the polecat hauls his bags and dashes up the flight of stairs. "Dibs on the best one!"

Immediately, everyone drops what they're doing to rush behind Andrew, not wanting to be left out. As soon as they reach the three bedrooms they split, jumping onto their bed of choice before someone can steal it from them.

*camera focuses on Andrew being directed by Zakee for the bed next to his* "I'm in the jungle themed room together with Z, Chayne and Omar. This is gonna be a blast, I tell ya..."

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

"As soon as the mad dash starts, me, Eddie and J.J. immediately take possession of the ocean room." *camera shows Crispin busting in the empty room and divebombing on a bed* "I don't mean for us to separate from the rest of the group, but it's down to three lutrines and it pays to have some allies in the house."

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

The two massive otters start to unpack their belongings and make themselves feel at home. "I'll say, Ed... don't tell me Ludwig didn't make ya shit your pants when he was announcing the 12..." Crispin jests at Eddie. "Everyone thought ya were outta here! Like, going home!"

The Navy veteran chuckles, sitting on his bed right beside the bouncer's. "Yeah, like... for a second, I really thought they were doing me in. Like, you could feel from the start we were competing for the same spot, right? Two big, motherfucking lutrines with a whole lot to prove..."

Crispin sets his gym bag to the side. "But what's more suited to this shit than, like..."

"A huge, beefed up otter ready to decimate all the sardines here?" Eddie chuckles. "And now you have two geared up and ready to rampage right in this Burrow," he says, tongue running over his fangs. "Yanno Cris, if we concur that the image of the Alpha is what we got, maybe we gotta think of... cementing, it, don't ya think?" the Jerseyite otter asks to Crispin, knowingly nodding. "Let the medium fish eat the small fish, and then the otters take care of them, yanno... like otters do..."

"So you say..." Crispin glances at Eddie.

"I got your back if you got mine, aight?" the giant otter nods. "In the meantime, let's grill these amateurs, and we'll be smooth sailing."

"Eddie and I just like instantly..." *tongue click* "And I know having someone to play nice with can help up when shit's yet to be sorted out. Ever since when we were forty-something guys, I knew us two had just what the Alpha CV asked for, and we oughta see where that takes us." *both otters are shown shaking their giant webbed hands*

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

"I knew gettin' rid of me was too good to be true..." Eddie chuckles. "What you got that I don't?"

"Good facial hair and nicer tats?" Crispin jokes, flashing a grin to Eddie's sarcastically stoic gesture. "You'd never say a Cali bouncer can keep up with a former... former... real former SEAL, I get it..." he says, his eyes darting towards the Navy trident emblazoned on the giant otter's thick forearm.

"Good to know your cueball's thicker than your rudder, you ass..." Eddie slaps Crispin's arm in jest.

The bouncer playfully elbows him in response. "But seriously, dude... I do a whole lotta shit behind the scenes that's like, the reason I'm in here now. I got a bit of a background in contact sports... started with boxing, moved to MMA, but I'll never pass on a chance to spar and wave my webs at a punching bag. I literally just started training a buncha teens at a local gym," he says. "So don't go thinkin' ya can roughhouse me like a cadet."

"I'd never, dude," Eddie nods in earnest. "I ain't that dumb, I can tell you got both the height and reach advantage over me..."

"That I do, but like... I'd still pay a ton to look as cut as you," the bouncer replies, earning an appreciative chuckle from his fellow lutrine. "Together, we can do a whole lotta damage in this comp..."

"Only the best mustelid will take the prize, but a war is never fought solo..." *grins broadly* "Glad to see we got some good confidants around, and to be honest, Cris is more than alright. He's gonna kill these little shrimps, and I'm finishing the job."

~Eddie, 32, Giant Otter, Demolition Foreman

Meanwhile, a commotion has burst into the third room, the one decorated in a savanna style. William, who had set in there from the night before, has been joined by Michael, Arron and John. "Me and Arron are staying together and that's final," Kenneth says, paws on his hips, as he realizes he's been left out by the pick. "Someone better go with the otters..."

"Your fault then..." John shrugs. "Like, whoever you sleep with at night shouldn't even concern ya."

"Well it's not fair that y'all chose where to sleep without asking anyone for permission," the badger retorts. "We gonna be living together for a month. If we're about to start fighting like five minutes in, you know I'm game..."

"Maybe next time you can join in instead of creaming your pants on some gym equipment," Michael sneers, fangs bared at the younger mustelid. Just as the discussion seems to be on the point of escalating further, William stands up from his bed and puts one paw between the two contenders.

"It's all good, guys...Ken, you can take my bed." Without much hesitation, the weasel gathers his bags and leaves the room. He briefly looks around in the corridor, immediately realizing about the empty bed in the ocean room. Locking eyes with Eddie and J.J. as he walks in, the weasel shrugs after making a gun-pointed-at-his-head motion. "Is it okay with you guys? I mean..." William points at the other bedroom, all four still being able to hear the taunting and ruckus going on behind the closed door.

"Oh, we gonna be just fine," Eddie shrugs, stretching his sinewy body over his own bed. "You can be a honorary otter for the time being...I reckon it's better than being locked up with those four."

"I know that as a pick-your-spoils winner I should set me as the priority... and to be honest I sort of am, I don't have any special "ally" in the game, so as long as I get peace and tranquillity when I need it, I'm good."

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

The blonde marten peeks into the savanna room, checking on the quarreling four. "Girls, ladies, queens... when you done bunking, we all gonna check what else this joint got. You in?"

The camera switches to a montage of the pack of twelve exploring the rooms. A few contestants are marveling at the master bathroom, testing all the knobs and playing with the water heater. Others are exploring the kitchen and its surroundings, astonished as they get acquainted with all the equipment that has been set up for them.

"We gotta fill this up somehow," J.J. frowns, opening the door of the refrigerator only to find it mostly empty.

Z scoffs, holding a note in his large paw. "Well, lookit here..." he motions to the short otter. "It says each of us got ten dollars per day to buy our food from a list. You see it here, meats, dairy, fruit and veggies, snacks..."

"Ten dollars a day? That's not much..."

"Heh, as long as we pool it and spend it considerately, we'll be fine," William chimes in. "That means no booze, no cigarettes, none of that expensive stuff you kids are eating..."

Crispin scoffs. "You don't know how much liquor I can buy with that AND still have enough for the rest. I got my experience. And if anything, we got a head start on groceries and shit..." the otter looks inside the pantry, finding standard snacks and produce.

"That's like, what Z didn't touch last night..." William points out. "Like, vegetables, fruit, whole grains, basically all the healthy stuff, go figure..."

"HEY!" the hog badger exclaims, mockingly angry. "You too had the lobster, dude..."

"The what?" J.J. turns his head.

"Nothing important, so-" the weasel shoots a knowing look at Zakee, hoping to keep their spoils secret from the rest. "I take you all haven't cooked for a ton of people, so I'll take charge for tonight. Who's against?"

The whole group gives their approval, clapping along to the self-appointed cook.

"What can I say? It is in my nature to tend to other people, and now that I think about it, they ain't much different from my five kids." *the weasel is shown setting up a large pot and chopping some vegetables, then kneading some dough* "If it helps to buy me some long-term good faith and calm the tides, guess it works for me."

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

"Okay, guys..." the weasel tells the guys, all huddled around the large table, as he serves some large plates filled to the brim with finger food. "I made some Honduran tacos... we call these flautas, "little flutes", you'll easily get why..." he motions to the tightly-rolled filled tortillas, "Plus a few regular tacos I whipped up with whatever leftovers we had."

Omar curiously sniffs at the main dish. "Whatcha put inside?" he asks..

"These got chicken, onions and green bell pepper in it," William says, pointing to the flautas, "While these are mostly all the veggies I had left... say, shredded cabbage, onion, tomatoes and peppers, with a touch of cheese and spicy salsa on it," the weasel adds as he starts to make portions.

"I'm glad ya made it in..." Andrew smiles. "And if I ever get the stupid idea to cook for myself, I'll be glad Arron's in too!"

"Alright, cheers to America's top twelve Alpha mustelids..." J.J. says as he holds up his glass, soon followed by the rest. The group starts to dig in, a happy mood setting around the table as the mustelids enjoy the spoils of their first day in the Burrow.

***

February 20, 2020

11:00 AM

Omar sways his tail, looking at the large pool, taking in the calm that he knew wasn't going to last. "Today's a good day, one just takes in this afterglow of a victory of being here, but we'll see what happens soon enough... right?" he turns towards Arron, the firefighter leaning against the wall after a long set in the pool.

"You know it, brother," the honey badger nods with a slight pant. "I've been seeing people shooting glances all around, you know, checking the competition... you got your eyes on anyone yet?"

The marbled polecat stretches before taking a position he resorts to in his martial arts calisthenics. "For me, the ones that won't make it are the ones who don't show maturity. Or like... if you keep a lot to yourself, it can hinder your chances. Like yesterday, why did Kenneth even do all that drama for sleeping with you?"

"Heh like... think about it. You want to have allies in this... even though we don't need to vote anyone off, I reckon it's wise to keep close to the strongest people in this house," the badger shrugs. "I'm happy Kenneth feels he can trust me here, honestly."

Omar curls his lip. "I mean, maybe, but if he frets at a bed situation, how can it be for when the pressure really hits?"

"We'll cross that line when we get there," Arron replies, getting out of the pool with a single tug of his strong arms and sitting on the edge. "Badgers are loyal to a fault, and as long as we don't have to go against each other, I'm thankful we're good..."

"Heh, and picture how it would be if you disliked him instead..." Omar jokes before slowly dropping into a split, stretching his hips as he lets gravity take over. "Dude, check this out. You ever seen the Van Damme truck trick?"

"Yeah but... that was fake, wasn't it?" Arron says, marveling at the polecat's flexibility.

Omar laughs, slightly panting from the effort of keeping the position. "Don't tell me it was, you gonna break my heart if it is!"

It didn't take long for others to start socializing from each other, and airing much more than just cordial gestures; one-on-one with their fellow mustelids taking place all around the lavish Burrow.

"Whoever's a weakling can't be in here, period." Michael curtly comments to the stoat next to him while effortlessly performing a few bicep curls, grunting as he lifts the dumbbell up and down by sheer force of will. With each rep, well-trained muscles swell under his short fur - a thin layer of perspiration glistening along his dark-furred body.

"I know. I prepared myself for way... way too long. And look, I realized this..." John nods along, still catching his breath from his own set on the lifting bench. "All the big stars, all the bigshots on the field, all of them have strong personalities and unwavering mindsets. You need to know what you want and you need to know your place."

"I know I got the edge on many of the others..." Michael grins cockily. "You see anyone else who dedicates it all to actual strength around here? Ya know it's going to come into play..."

"Whatcha think about him?" John asks, wiping his brow as he points to Eddie, the giant otter completing lap after lap in the pool nearby.

"Who, Eddie? Does he do bodybuilding or exclusively dedicate his ass to strength training? I don't think so..." the wolverine scoffs, before sitting down to take a breather from a deadlift session.

"Nope, but he's as jacked as they come..." the jailer shakes his head. "And the polecat kid ain't no slouch either. Granted, he's green and immature and all you want, but I reckon he does his own kind of weight lifting. But let's face it, the top mustie image already has a mold..."

"Eh, yanno it," the wolverine confirms. "Some people are playing it flashy for the cameras' sake, but like... you'll see how that works once they're put to the test."

"As much as like, it's nice for others to try, like oh I'm gay and Alpha, or I'm 22 and Alpha, that's cute but that... ain't real, you know?" John shrugs. "It's how life is..."

"John's a guy who tells it like it is. You might like it, you might not... some of the guys in here definitely don't... but he doesn't mince words, and for that I respect him. Let's see just for how long I can respect him, if you get me." *chuckles*

~Michael, 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

By the poolside, Kenneth walks by where Eddie is relaxing alongside Zakee and William. "You feel ready for what's to come tomorrow, guys?"

"As I'll ever be," the giant otter says.

"Ludwig told us about team stuff... I know for sure we need to choose captains. And spoiler alert, I'm taking it," Kenneth boasts, pointing to his pecs.

Z scoffs. "If you say so, no need to go badgerin'..."

"Let's just entertain Samson here for a second," Eddie says, turning towards the Honduran weasel. "Who would you pick as team captain, if you had to choose?"

"Mmmhhh... I dunno, like... it depends on how they're chosen. Since it's the first time, we could end up drawing lots..." William pretends to muse.

Chayne, the blonde New Yorker, hears the passing conversation and can't resist chiming in. "I'm pretty sure it could be on a vote. Even if we don't all know each other, bet is whoever we think looks the most commanding on first looks gets it."

William solemnly nods, leaning back on his deck chair. "Time will tell..."

"I'm dying over here..." *the hog badger wheezes, as he puts his arm around William*

"Zakee and I are just here looking at everyone else talking about wanting to be captains and leading for tomorrow, but little do they know..."

"IT'S DONE, BITCHES! I can't wait to see their faces after they get told, hey, the cap role's taken, sit the fuck down!"

*camera shows the weasel and the hog badger nodding along and casually continuing conversation with other competitors around the house*

"It's very important to see how they talk about us, it'll be of use later on..."

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

***

February 21, 2020

2:00 PM

58° F

The entire group is walking outside, clad in their regular training gear. Ludwig is waiting for them just out of the mansion.

"Good afternoon, guys. Ready for your first team challenge?" he says. Everyone nods and cheers.

"Our first challenge and man, I'm excited to go. I really can't wait to find out what it's all about. Let's fucking go!"

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

"Today's challenge is called The Trench," the host says. "You'll be facing off, one-on-one, starting at each side of a trench partially filled with water. On my go, you'll jump down and run to the other side, trying to get past your opponent by all necessary means in order to reach the bell on their edge of the trench." Some are shown grimacing, while a few others are sporting massive grins. "First one to jump up and ring his opponent's bell wins a point for his team. Six points means your team wins, your team survives another day."

"It's somewhat of a push and shove game. It seems easy, but it all depends on the approach. I wonder like, if some can even fit in the damn trench..." *camera focuses on Michael*

~Omar, 26, Marbled Polecat, Arabic Interpreter

"So, it'll be a schoolyard-style pick between your two captains..." Ludwig says, the group going into a pause. The host makes a face. "...You don't know your captains?"

Kenneth doesn't waste time in raising an eager paw. "I'll step up if these guys won't!" he says.

"Who died and chose you?" J.J. bites back, realizing Ludwig's words just a second too late. "Wait... did he say..."

William steps forward, unfazed by the others' puzzled reactions. "When Zakee and I got into the Burrow after the second cut, we found a note saying we'd been picked as captains for the first challenge for placing in the top two on the qualifying round," the weasel says, a proud smirk flashing across his face.

"And y'all fucking fell for it right there..." Zakee steps to where the weasel was. "T'was a way for us to avoid y'all kissing our tails for a day. Hope ya didn't mind us pranking the new guys, Lud..."

"That's the spirit, Z!" the host laughs. "Now that it's all in the clear, you can join me here..." he says, as the hog badger and the weasel walk up to him and turn to face the rest of the group.

*the wolverine eyerolls, exasperated sigh* "Motherfucking, Greasy Z..."

~Michael, 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

"Are we really gonna get led by the team dad or the twitchy spazz? This ain't how I wanted to fucking start..."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

"So here's how we'll be doing this. You already chose your team colors. ..Z will lead the black team, while William will be the captain of the white team," Ludwig says, passing both captains a pile of shirts of their respective color. "Zakee, since you posted the fastest time in the last challenge, you'll get first dibs."

"Don't mind if I do, Luddy! Gotta check the coop!" the hog badger rubs his hands in a mockingly evil way.

"If I could choose, I'd rather be on Z's team. The guy is all over the place, but I feel he's a team player first and foremost. William is super athletic and got a great background in fitness, but I dunno how he might fare in a fighting challenge."

~Omar, 26, Marbled Polecat, Arabic Interpreter

"So..." Zakee looks over at the host. "I see water, I see mud, I see the trench and I see some pretty fuckin' ugly business gon' start real soon..." he says. "I need someone who matches that description, and that's Ed..."

Eddie steps forward, joining Z on the mat. "Glad to be on board," the giant otter says, as the hog badger tosses him a black shirt.

"Eddie as a first pick is... predictable. I reckon Z likes winnin' easy, but who can blame him?"

~Arron, 28, Honey Badger, Firefighter

William exhales loudly. "I see what we need to do, and this one I feel is more familiar with what's to come... I'm choosing Arron." The honey badger steps forward, shaking paws with the weasel.

"Now, let's see..." Z looks around. "These two have been stuck like glue since the barracks and he might've some knowledge rubbed on 'im from the number one pick, so I'm goin' Crispy..."

"I'm a brawler by trade, I got lots of fighting experience and I feel this challenge is totally right up my alley." *Crispin is shown joining Z and Eddie at the right of Ludwig, immediately going to bump fists with his fellow otter* "Let's tear Team White a new one!"

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

The weasel seems to deliberate a lot over his next choice. "If it is a full on tackle brawl..." he ponders. "I reckon I'd want to have on my team the strongest of all. I pick Michael."

"Texas strong! Andrew, c'mere..." Z says without too much of a thought. The polecat's eyes widen as he hears his name being called. "What, really?" he says, immediately jumping forward and accepting a shirt from the hog badger's paws.

"Are you kidding me? Did he really pick the little runt before me? Is everyone already ganging on me or what?"

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

William looks at the remaining guys, knowing their egos were at the palm of his paws. "I think chemistry wise, between those left, Kenny can work well with us."

"Fucking time," the badger scoffs, walking over to the white team without too much of a fanfare. "And don't call me Kenny again..."

"Between those who were left, Kenneth was the obvious choice. He's strong, sturdy and got a bone to pick with a few of these people. I think I can keep his ego in check."

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

"Now here's when it becomes tricky, cuz I don't really want anyone else of the remainin' that badly..." *chuckles* "But this'll do pig, this'll do..."

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

"Once again, I see water, I see mud, I see trenches... otters must be good at this shit, so I'm completin' the otters. Jay Jay, come over..." The young, confident otter triathlete walks to his new teammates, beaming at the hog badger.

The weasel frowns, shooting a look at the three mustelids left. "For the next pick...I'd go with the one who got the strongest fighting background from who's left," he says. "Omar."

"If I said I didn't feel strongly for the ones remainin', now I don't want any of these on the team... ahhhh, shit." *groans in a mockingly pensive pose* "See, John is all strong and shit, but he's the oldest and from the lil' I saw, the moodiest, which I dunno if I want that on my team. Then ya got Chayne... pretty boy, sweet guy, but doubt New York here knows what to do with the mud business."

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

"No ill on these guys, but I gotta pick... Imma pick John," Z says, without too much of a preamble. The jailer walks over, a bit of a frown on his face, but he shakes paws with the hog badger nonetheless.

"That means Chayne will end up joining the white team," Ludwig says, as the blonde marten steps forward to reach his teammates - clearly not happy about being chosen last, but taking it in stride. "If it makes you feel better," William tells him, "I would have picked you over John."

"Nothing against 'em, yanno? It only gives me more room to come from behind, win this and show everyone who's on top... And if someone knows about coming on top from behind..." *the marten looks away, trying to keep a straight face, then bursts in a laugh*

~Chayne, 28, Beech Marten, Bartender

"So, everyone happy with the selections?" Ludwig asks, the whole group nodding in response. "Back in the training room, each of you will find a heap of supplies they may need to take on this challenge, courtesy of our sponsor..." The camera shifts to the inside of the mansion, where a few white and black bags are waiting for the contestants. "Go inside, get changed, then we'll head to the Trench. Let's do this!"

***

Sky is overcast, a gust of wind roaring and surging through the trees. The camera pans over the challenge set - the trench, deep and menacing, having been dug in the middle of an empty field.

The two teams walk in, all clad in their respective color, sporting determined grins on their muzzle. Ludwig is waiting for them in front of the trench, having swapped his grey muscle shirt for a teal-colored one.

"So, here's how we're doing this. Every member of the team has to play once, then it's fair game on who you pick and when. First to reach six points wins," the host says. "The winning team will be safe from the upcoming elimination, while the losing team will be heading to the first Individual challenge of this competition. In addition, the captains are playing for a $1000 cash tip reward." Z's and William's eyes beam up at the news. "Alright, get in your corners, let's get started..."

"Starting on the right foot is vital. I'm chomping at the bit to jump in and take everything I got bottled up against a few of these folks."

~Arron, 28, Honey Badger, Firefighter

"Man, this is my challenge, this is straight up my alley. I got a team full of fighters and they're all working to get them thousand bucks in the hog's pockets." *laughs*

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

Ludwig turns to the contestants, most of them having disrobed to their shorts in preparation for the challenge. "Alright, so we got a duel of captains! Greasy Z for the black team, William for the white. Contestants ready?" a pause looms on the air, anticipation building as the two mustelids firmly grasp on their respective poles. With an air horn flare, Ludwig yells. "GO!"

Z and William dive into the trench and dash towards the middle, loudly crashing against each other as they try to get the upper hand over their opponent. The hog badger tears into the weasel with all of his might, managing to push him back ever so slightly - but his rival doesn't relent, wriggling out of his grasp and starting to gain ground as the mechanic is forced to retreat.

"Damn, they're going at it!" Ludwig exclaims, as most contestants loudly cheer for their own captain. Muddy water flies all around as William starts his counter-attack, pushing with his left shoulder against Z's chest and slamming forward. The hog badger holds onto the weasel's arm, trying not to let him get past, but he's slowly gassing out and eventually falls back in the water, William gaining inch after inch as he gets closer and closer to the hog's bell.

"My strategy is paying off. It's not about steamrolling others, but if I can find the turn and my way to the other side, it's golden. Five to go."

~William, 34, Least Weasel, Personal Trainer

"Ow, doesn't look good for Z!" Ludwig roars, as the hog badger is effectively on his knees - clinging onto the weasel's midsection not to let him walk away. Eventually, William manages to shake the loudmouth off, dashing through the water and ringing the bell with a satisfied howl. "William scores one for the white team!"

"Shit," Z curses under his breath, spitting some water out of his mouth. The weasel immediately jumps up and reaches his team, the group celebrating their captain as their opponents welcome the hog back with some half-hearted encouragement.

"The war's far from over. I'm going to make it happen, ya hear?"

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

"Okay, William's choice. Who goes?"

"Big Mike..." the weasel says without hesitation. The wolverine sheds off his shirt and shakes off his arms as he walks forward, ready to go battle.

"I guess it's only fair, yeah?" Greasy Z turns to Eddie. "Think you can take him on?" he asks the former SEAL.

The lutrine gives his captain a knowing nod. "You know it, Z," he says, jumping on the spot to work some circulation into his legs.

"I'm not scared in the slightest by Michael. He likely got better reach than I do, but he lacks my stamina and my experience as a fighter. This gonna be an all-out brawl, and I'm gonna wreck through him like the beast I am."

~Eddie, 32, Giant Otter, Demolition Foreman

"Oh, Jersey. You better get ready, cuz I'm gonna fucking wear you out like a good belt..."

~Michael, 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

"Eddie against Michael, the clash of the big boys," Ludwig calls out as the two beasts hold onto their respective poles, their bodies tense up as they get ready to spring forward. "Ready... GO!"

Otter and wolverine jump in and collide in the middle of the pool, like two freight trains aiming at each other. Michael gets Eddie in a bear hug, holding him against the trench's wall - but the otter manages to wring an arm out and push back against the wolverine, slamming him against the opposite wall. They rest against each other, neither gaining an inch, water lapping at their thighs as they get ready to make a move.

Eventually, Michael loses his grip on the otter's short, slightly oily fur - Eddie managing to get free from the wolverine's clutch and immediately dashing towards the bell. His opponent tries to do the same, but stumbles in the water and loses ground as the demolition foreman is rushing towards the post.

"And just like that, Eddie SLIPS through Michael's grasp!" Ludwig can barely exclaim before the lutrine lunges to the bell in a rough manner, scraping his wrist, but equalizing the score. "And just like that we are tied one apiece!"

"YES!" Eddie screams, jumping out of the trench and letting out a deafening roar. "Take that, 'rine!" he says, pointing to the defeated wolverine.

"It was easier than I thought, really. As soon as I got to the body-to-body contact, I immediately realized he didn't know what he was doing... he let the guard down and I pounced in. Next thing I know, I'm ringing that bell." *chuckles*

~Eddie, 32, Giant Otter, Demolition Foreman

"Zakee, who'll you send next?" Ludwig asks. Not two seconds pass of the hog badger deliberating until one of his teammates just makes his way towards the trench.

"Let's not overthink it..." John Blake curtly interrupts his captain and takes his position. Z tries to say something, but then steps back, shrugging his shoulders. "He goes, Lud..."

As soon as he sees the stoat stepping forward, Omar shoots his captain a pleading look. "Let me have a go at him, Will," he says. "I got this."

"Will, just cut to the chase..." Kenneth impatiently adds to the conversation, depleting the weasel's patience.

"I'm making the call, we need to gain ground..." the weasel replies, before turning to Ludwig. "I'd rather go with Ken. Sorry, Omar," he says. "I can't waste you just yet." The marbled polecat bites his lip but takes a step back, as Kenneth steps forward and ties up his hair in a tight bun.

"John is a decent opponent, but I'm twelve years younger and I got two full inches on him. I plan on finishing him off in a minute tops."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

"Mohawk might have picked me last, but I'm not going to keel and be treated like the runt. Let's make it quick and painful for the white team."

~John, 36, Stoat, Jailer

"John, Kenneth... ready?" Ludwig asks. "GO!"

The two mustelids dash forward, Kenneth lunging for the jailer as he tries to feint away from his hold. The white and black furred beast manages to grasp the stoat's left arm, but the older fur is already past him and starts pulling him back towards his own post.

The entire white team gasps. "Go, Ken!" Arron cheers, as the crossfitter pulls with all of his might onto John's arm to limit his progress. Eventually, though, John manages to get out of the badger's clutch with a powerful tug, easily dashing towards the bell and scoring the point as Kenneth lies defeated in the muddy waters.

"John Blake Jr. scores it for the black team!" Ludwig announces as the jailer walks back towards his teammates, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Age before strength. Too bad Kenny here got neither..." the stoat says, making sure to be in the earshot of his rival.

"You just wait, buddy," the badger grumbles as he pulls himself out of his trench, shaking himself off as he drips all over the place.

"I could punch something right now..." *sighs* "Seriously, I'm mad that I got bested by John, but what can I do? Imma sit back and wait for a chance to get back at him."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

"Alright - we are two to one, Zakee's team leading. William, your turn to choose." The weasel is starting to become anxious. "Okay... Omar, you're in. You got this."

"We need to save someone strong enough to go against Arron," Crispin whispers in his captain's ear. "We can come back if we lose against Omar, but if we play it right versus Arron, then we can really snatch this..."

Z turns back to whisper to the tall otter. "You think you can take on Arron?" then facing back to J.J. and Andrew, the other ones yet to play in their round.

"I think so, yeah," the lutrine nods. "He's quick on his feet, but fighting wise... I think I can teach him a thing or two."

Zakee closes his eyes and thinks, trying not to let show he's feeling like he is gambling on his team's success. "J.J., get in there..."

As soon as he hears his name, the smaller lutrine takes a deep breath and steps forward, making his way towards his corner. "No sweat, Z. I'll put an end to him."

"Okay, Omar against J.J.," the stoat host calls, as soon as he sees both competitors having taken place in the starting position. "Ready? GO!"

The lutrine and the polecat dash towards each other. Surprisingly, instead of fighting it through like the other pairs did, they employ the same tactic: J.J. trying to get past Omar by squeezing in to his right, just as the linguist does the same to the triathlete. In a matter of seconds they're rushing towards the bells, the otter managing to defeat his opponent by a whisker.

"J.J. takes it! Three to one for Team Z!", Ludwig exclaims, as the white team lets out a collective groan.

"It was a dirty trick. But they picked the one who did NOT think of fighting against me. I feel like an idiot now, but there's room to conquer again."

~Omar, 26, Marbled Polecat, Arabic Interpreter

"William, you think you can come back from this deficit?" the host addresses the weasel.

"We will..." William confidently replies, motioning to the honey badger. "They don't want to send Crispin until they get you, so best to kill it now, Arron..."

"Crispin wants a go at 'im, I'll grant his wish," Z replies. The heavily tattooed lutrine is already making his way to his post, flexing his back and loosening his muscular neck. "Let's do this, buddy," he says, addressing the honey badger on the other side of the trench.

"Arron is strong alright, but this challenge tests more than brute strength. Let's see if the Christian kid got enough in him to land a blow or three. He might do his job well, but I do my job regularly."

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

"Crispin is definitely attempting some kind of mindgame, but I'm not gonna let him faze me. I beat him over and over in the selection process, and I'm gonna keep it that way down in the Trench."

~Arron, 28, Honey Badger, Firefighter

As soon as the horn blares, otter and honey badger careen towards each other at full speed - Crispin immediately bringing up his arms to push his opponent back, laying a strong blow as he plants both webbed paws across Arron's chest. The badger takes the full brunt of the otter's attack, then turns on his side as he shoulders hard against his lower stomach.

"They going at each other like two weasels in a bag," Ludwig comments, smirking as he looks over Crispin and Arron trading blows, neither managing to gain ground on their opponent. The white team cheers as the honey badger manages to find an opening, slipping under the otter's arm and dashing towards the bell - Crispin getting on the run a second later, but getting outsprinted by the firefighter as they both race across trench and to the opposing post. The badger lunges forward and dives spectacularly to punch the bell, his entire team jumping on their feet as they hear the sound and the loud splash of his heavy body falling back into the shallow a second later. "Who's the Alpha now?" Arron yells as soon as he gets back up, immediately turning towards his defeated rival.

"And that's three to two, as Arron scores for the white team!" Ludwig says. "Z got a forced choice here since we got a single pair left to compete. Andrew, Chayne, it's your turn..."

The marten and the polecat step forward, Andrew chucking his shirt in the corner as he pumps himself up.

"Can I overtake the roomie in a mano-a-mano? I'm gonna say yes." *smirks* "I can't let it be an equalizer and have everyone blame the young guy."

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

"I always pictured Andrew as sort of... unassuming, I'd say. Straight up fighting ain't my strongest skill, but I got matched up fairly and I'm gonna do my best to carry the white team forward."

~Chayne, 28, Beech Marten, Bartender

"Round six begins now. Ready... GO!" Ludwig barks.

Andrew and Chayne sprint forward, meeting in the middle of the pool and immediately grappling each other. The roadie tackles the bartender and immediately makes a move towards his right, getting past Chayne as he lunges forward but failing to shake his opponent away. "Andrew's on the run... nope!" Ludwig comments as the younger fur struggles to make progress, the blonde marten clinging to his midsection.

Seeing himself at a loss, the New Yorker attempts a unique strategy, grasping the polecat with one hand as he tries to swim towards his own bell with the other as leverage. He ends up dragging Andrew with him, his paw strongly grabbing at what turns to be the polecat's swim trunks. Both Andrew and Chayne reach a stalemate of forces in the middle of the Trench, each mustelid trying to drag the opponent towards his own bell but failing to gain an inch. "The bells are on the grasp, but no one can get free to score!" Ludwig yells.

Suddenly, the polecat realizes his rival's grasp is growing weaker, culminating in Andrew's trunks' snapping open at the tail strap - both mustelids collapsing forward on Andrew's side as Chayne's gripping point comes loose. As they fumble in the water trying to get back on their feet, the polecat manages to wriggle free of his trunks and lunges towards the bell - Chayne realizing what his opponent did a second too late, as he remains in the water with his rival's garment in his paws.

"Oooh, we got a naked polecat on the run!" Ludwig exclaims, contestants letting out an excited and disbelieved cheer. Andrew runs across the trench and smashes the bell, letting himself fall back in the muddy water as he realizes he's won his round.

*record scratch, awkward silence, followed by a groan* "Just great... my first appearance on national TV and I end up sportin' my "just arrived to the world" look. What are the chances?"

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

"Andrew gives up his demure to score four to two for the black team!" the host laughs, as the young roadie gets out of the water without too much of a fuss, the entire black team going wild at the young mustelid's display - him shooting a rock-n-roll hand gesture in return, as all his teammates come forward to hug him and pat him on the back as he retrieves a towel and his trunks.

"Man, like, it sucks I couldn't get the point, but I can't even get mad at Andrew." *smiles sheepishly* "I didn't pay much attention to him this far, and he definitely looks a bit too boyish... but let's say he exceeded my expectations and I'll leave it at that." *bursts into laughter, covering his face*

~Chayne, 28, Beech Marten, Bartender

"Mom, I know you won't be all that happy about it, but... I'm happy I've established my place in this thing from day one. I've proven I'll stop at nothing... literally at nothing... to beat my competition, and I hope this gets my opponents to give me a second look."

~Andrew, 22, European Polecat, Roadie

"Now it gets dicey, guys..." Ludwig says, looking at the teams. "It's time for the captains to take a gamble, and send someone in for a second time. William, who's going bac-"

"Arron," the weasel interrupts the host. The white team loudly cheers as the honey badger steps forward, his short fur and tight cornrows still muddied from the early go.

Zakee scratched his head. "Guess we'll go with Ed-"

"Get outta the way..." the stoat shoves his teammates to the side, heading back to the trench. "Let's expedite this, don't overheat the peanut up there."

"Hey, buddy," the hog badger steps in, an unusually serious frown on his features. "I'm calling the shots here. I get you want to compete, but you can't just shove away your teammates like that."

John points at Crispin. "If he couldn't do it against Arron, chances are he can't either," the stoat gestures at Eddie. "Let's take the lethal stab at this and not just a regular stab that badger saw before."

"John is definitely not worried about pissing off the rest of the team. Honestly, I hope Z puts him in his place - we're all Alphas at heart, but if we play as a team we can't afford someone acting primadonna."

~Crispin, 29, European Otter, Bouncer

Greasy Z takes a step back, sort of taken aback by the jailer's resolution. "You sure you got this, dude?"

"Piece of cake," the stoat replies. "Let's get immunity, that's all I say."

The otters frown at their captain, who shrugs in return. "He wins, we win... he loses, he gets that yapper shut. It's a win-win for us." Z whispers to them. Both Eddie and Crispin don't look all that convinced, but they step back. "I'm picking John," the hog badger confirms to Ludwig, as the jailer takes his position at the far side of the trench.

"Okay, we got a clash of winners here... John against Arron," the stoat host recaps. "Ready... GO!"

The jailer and the firefighter jump into the trench. Immediately Arron attempts the same technique that won him the bout against Crispin, trying to hit low and shoulder back the stoat in order to gain ground. Having studied him through his previous round, John is ready for the honey badger's move - waiting for him with paws held up high and immediately pushing him against the wall. The badger loses his momentum all of a sudden, tripping over and ending down on a knee as John gets past him, immediately sprinting for the bell.

"When I'm right, I'm damn right. I read that badger correctly, he was so ready to come by with the same force he used with the tall otters. But my body type's different, and he wasn't ready to get schooled and thrown back to his cell."

~John, 36, Stoat, Jailer

"Arron is down!" Ludwig yells, the white team gasping as the honey badger immediately manages to get back to his feet and goes on the run. It is too late, though, as John reaches the other side of the trench and rings the bell without even needing to sprint forward. "It's five to two for the black team, as John wins the fastest round this far," Ludwig says as the stoat jumps out of the trench, confidently thumping his chest.

"That was amazing Johnny! Now let me close this for ya, fellas!" Zakee exclaims, roughly hugging the slightly annoyed jailer midway before making his way down the trench. "Who ya sending over, Billy?"

"Alright, let's remind everyone of where we're at," Ludwig says, once the ruckus has calmed. "Black team is ahead, five points to two. Takes only one more to win the challenge, so William - better be careful with your next selection. Who you sending against Z?"

Without much reaction, the weasel cocks his head at the large wolverine, directing him to go to the trench. "Go get him, Mike," he says.

"I've been raring to get a go against the dude from the beginning." *camera shows Michael stretching his back, taking a sip from a water bottle then spitting it out* "It is no secret that I look forward to jump into the trench, bust that dumb grin, and teach him to pipe the fuck down."

~Michael M., 35, Wolverine, Blacksmith

"I feel on the top of the world, baby! Let me drive her home boys, today none of y'all are going home!"

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

Michael and Z are standing in position, their bodies tensed up as they wait for Ludwig to call their bout. As the horn blares, they jump in swinging at each other - immediately going at each other's throat as they reach the center of the trench. The hog badger holds the wolverine in a tight clutch, letting himself fall back in the water and taking down his opponent with him in the hope of wearing him down.

Michael slips under the water's surface, being unable to breathe for a second as the hog badger's clench around his ribcage grows tighter. He manages to plant a foot against the wall of the trench, using it to push himself forward and startle Z, who is sitting himself in the muddy water with only his head peeking out. The wolverine ends up over the hog badger, trying to walk over him but still being held down by his relentless opponent.

Grunting loudly, the hulking blacksmith starts dragging Z towards his own bell. The mechanic clings to his opponent's leg like a koala to a tree, making it all the more tough for his opponent to gain ground. The white team cheers the wolverine on as he closes in - fifteen feet slowly become ten, then five, until Z lets him go, fully overwhelmed by the grueling ordeal. Michael punches the bell, letting out a roar as he jumps out of the trench.

"And that's five to three, still one for the black team to win it all!" Ludwig exclaims as Zakee climbs out and walks back to his group, trying to hide his dejection. "I gotta say, this was the best fight so far, congrats to both..."

"I feel like Z bit off more than he could chew. We were doing great, but now because of his ego we've given the white team a chance to come back. Let's hope we don't fuck it up."

~J.J., 25, Sea Otter, Construction Project Manager

"William... this choice will be crucial. Can you make the comeback?" the host asks the captain of the white team, at the verge of a loss.

"Sure we can," the weasel says, patting Michael's shoulder approvingly. "Since Michael avenged his loss successfully, I'd rather give someone the chance to do the same. Kenneth, wanna go?"

The badger nods. "You know it."

Zakee looks at his team, his choice rapidly narrowed to the two bigger otters. "Which one of you two feelin' fresh enough?" he asks. Both Crispin and Eddie raise their paw. "Up to you, Z..." the bouncer says, then turning to his friend, looking at the fresh bandage tied around his wrist. "Sure that ain't an issue for ya, Ed?"

"Heh, that's but a scratch," the former SEAL shrugs. "I ain't quittin' cuz of this little thing..."

Zakee looks at the two lutrines, then nods, having taken his decision. "Eddie got more rest than ya, so Eddie it is... anyone opposin'?"

The rest of the team supports the captain's pick, cheering the otter on. "Go get him, Eddie," Crispin tells his friend, as the giant otter pours water all over his head in order to cool down and get his sight cleared from the mud and the dust.

"This is what I was born to do. Hand to hand combat and a chance to prove you're tougher than the next kid on the block." *camera shows Eddie firmly grasping his post, his short fur soaked and plastered against his skin* "Gimme Kenneth, let's fucking go!"

~Eddie, 32, Giant Otter, Demolition Foreman

"I'm not scared of Eddie - I'm not scared of anyone, really. To win the title of American Mustelid Alpha, I'll have to beat each and everyone of these folks into submission. And if it's your turn to lose, Eddie, it's your turn."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

Ludwig holds his position, waiting to signal the two competitors. "Eddie versus Kenneth, for the chance to win or to stay alive... GO!"

The otter and the badger jump into the trench, their respective teams cheering them on. Eddie slows down as he approaches the middle of the trench, waiting for Kenneth to make the first move. The roofer doubles on, heavily colliding against the otter and making him take a step back - but his opponent manages to take the brunt of the early attack and explodes in retaliation, tackling Kenneth with a powerful shove and managing to send him against the wall. The otter's healthy arm is pushing against the badger's chest as the two competitors rest against each other's body, each feeling their opponent's breath against their face.

A full minute goes by, neither of the contestants managing to gain more than a few inches. "Seems like we got a balanced match-up, no one wants to let go!" Ludwig comments, as Eddie and Kenneth spring forward and lunge against each other, pushing against each other's shoulders, then collapsing in the water in a tight clutch as they catch their breath. "It's like two crocodiles wrestling," Crispin says, biting his tongue as Eddie seems to be about to be overpowered - Kenneth clutching him from behind, pushing against his muscular back and keeping him down in the shallow water.

"At this point, I feel like no one's riskin' it. Eddie's big and slippery, so we can hope Kenny just fumbles it and Eddie makes a run for it."

~John, 36, Stoat, Jailer

"Eddie relies more on his core strength, while Kenneth is giving more effort. At this point it's a toss up, but I believe Kenneth can tire him out."

~Omar, 26, Marbled Polecat, Arabic Interpreter

Eventually, the otter manages to turn around, flailing around in the water until he manages to get free of the badger's vice-like grip. Sensing an opening, he springs forward towards his bell - the badger doing the same, both mustelids going on the run at the same exact moment. They both lunge for the opposite post, Eddie managing to ring the bell a second earlier than his opponent. "YES!" the otter screams at the top of his lungs, a balled fist raised in celebration as he tightly clenches on the post.

"And Z's team wins the challenge!" Ludwig raises his paws, the entire black team jumping in the water to congratulate their hero. Kenneth lies against the trench wall, dejected, as he takes in the brunt of a second consecutive loss. As all twelve make their way to their original spots, Ludwig briefs them on what's to happen.

"Black team, congratulations, all of you are safe from elimination, and are free to live another day..." the host says to a raucous cheer. "In addition, captain... enjoy your thousand dollar tip," he doesn't fail to add, motioning to Z.

"I'm already spending this money in my head! Like, I might have lost both rounds, but I put a damn good team up and saved our hides with my calls, so I fucking deserve this!"

~Greasy Z, 29, Hog Badger, Automobile Mechanic

"William, Chayne, Kenneth, Omar, Arron and Michael, we will see each other soon for your next challenge. In the end, one of you will go home and be the first eliminated of American Mustelid Alpha. Time to return to the Burrow, I'll see you later."

"This royally fucking sucks..." *Kenneth sighs as he lets his damp hair down, walking back dejectedly, a few steps behind the rest of his team* "This is a signal that some of these people came to play, but I'm not going to roll over and let them walk over me. They'll see what I can do when I'm not depending on anyone."

~Kenneth, 24, American Badger, Roofer/CrossFit Instructor

***

TEAM CHALLENGE #1, Trench

William defeats Greasy Z (0-1)

Eddie defeats Michael (1-1)

John defeats Kenneth (2-1)

J.J. defeats Omar (3-1)

Arron defeats Crispin (3-2)

Andrew defeats Chayne (4-2)

John defeats Arron (5-2)

Michael defeats Greasy Z (5-3)

Eddie defeats Kenneth (6-3)