Chapter Eleven – Mud Wrestling
“PARADE SQUARE NOW!” Tanks voice boomed out, echoing around the old farm buildings
Contestants ran through the door forming up perfectly onto the makeshift parade square, Tank grinned to himself as he noticed Stan’s lace was undone but his face held none of the amusement he felt.
“NUMBER ONE!” he bellowed once more to Stan
“WHAT THE f**k IS THIS? f*****g LACE UNDONE, THIS FAR INTO THE PROCESS AFTER BEING ON THIS SHOW BEFORE AND YOU STILL CANNOT DRESS YOURSELF. IF YOU TRIP AND BREAK YOUR f*****g NECK YOU WILL LET YOUR TEAM DOWN, STAND HERE” Tank ordered
Stan took two steps forward, suppressing his own chuckle knowing what was to come.
“YOUR TEAMMATE TODAY IS NUMBER 13, STAND AND FACE HIM”
Stan took off and stood in front of number 13, a small pang
