Zero didn't explain anything this time around. Didn't even tell them names. Probably to make it harder for them to hold straight faces. It didn't make much difference, though, they barely remembered what the challenges were when they were told.

Everyone was on edge. Now they all had a bigger reason for winning. Kurt thought it was pretty selfish of them. Yet he couldn't help thinking about how he'd use his own money. Maybe he could see a show in New York! If this all worked out, anyway.

Hopefully this motivator would do something. That's all Finn was hoping for.

"Round three. The money doubles to $800. But I will only say this once…silence! Resume play!"

Once again, the cards were back on the table. Kurt passed them down and there was some light skirmishing over them. Once again, it didn't make much difference…

Everyone but Finn got the yellow skull.

The players were irritated, but they couldn't hold it against him. Maybe he earned it? It depended on the outcome.

Finn counted and Sam pulled the lever.

Groin Saw.

The entire table grimaced and a few shifted uncomfortably. This was going to be very unpleasant, wasn't it?

Two guys brought out a seesaw and departed. Mike believed he saw one of them trying not to laugh. Oh man, if someone who worked there was losing it, that had to mean something.

"The unlucky contestants must be hit in the crotch 3 times by a seesaw while their friend works it."

The "unlucky" ones couldn't help giving Finn pleading looks. He looked incredibly uncomfortable. He certainly didn't want to be the one they resented, and he'd probably get some kind of retaliation, but he didn't have a choice if they wanted to win this. He didn't know if they could forfeit on this show. Even if they could it wasn't an option.

Finn took his place on one side of the seesaw, the side that actually had a handle on it. The other side was flat board. The others fought for position. They figured the front would be the worst and no one wanted to go up there until Sam whispered to Puck, "I thought you were supposed to be tough?" Puck took the bait, regretting it as he took his seat. There weren't any good spots, really, it was going to suck regardless, but he'd be first impact. When no one else rose to the occasion, Kurt sat behind him. Then Mike, Sam, and finally Karofsky (because he did not want to wedge himself between anybody). There wasn't a time limit on this one, only 3 shots, so when Zero shouted for them to begin, Finn hesitated. He internally apologized to everyone, looked away, and sat down hard on his seat.

He was answered with muffled groans, but muffled was the key. He hoped that was quiet enough. He looked up and he saw Puck cringing, but everyone behind him was blocked. Finn couldn't help an exhaled puff of a laugh before doing it again. As he hit their already sore privates, a mildly louder groan was the response. Then, without looking (because just hearing this was enough to make him bite his lip to hold back the laughter), Finn did it immediately after. This time there was some surprised tones mixed in there, but it was a tad quieter than before. Finn huffed out a laugh again and quickly covered his mouth. If the team lost because of him after he hit them in their fun zones, he might as well say goodbye to his own!

As soon as the limit was reached, Karofsky slid off the seesaw, trying to avoid cradling his poor balls while the cameras were rolling. Mike and Sam got off just as quickly, but Sam didn't seem to care about the cameras and Mike started trying to dance the pain away, at least that was what it looked like. Karofsky wondered how splits could help, wouldn't that hurt more? Kurt moved, blank-faced, even though he was just as affected. He was skilled at not letting it show. He'd only made one quiet noise at the last impact, otherwise he'd been silent.

Then there was Puck. Puck's face was flushed in pain, but he was doing his best to pretend that, like Kurt, he was unaffected. He was failing. They looked over at Zero.

"You suffered in silence. You get the money."

There was a fist pumps and excited noises. Puck's celebration was waddling up to Finn and punching him in the nuts, causing him to double over with a surprised yelp. "No 'I' in team," he said quietly. No one heard the comment besides Finn, but they all smirked at the action. They'd all wanted to, but none of them were willing to do it like Puck.

The boys sauntered back to their seats to begin the next challenge. They were sore and hoping against hope that the next challenges wouldn't be as bad.

The cards were passed and flipped. Sam let out a groan of pure anguish. His balls were on fire and he did not want to do this again, but the cards couldn't be switched now. He resumed his habit of not looking at the name as he pulled the lever, not like it would tell him anything anyway since they hadn't gotten any clues. Or it would be like Groin Saw, which sounded like a slightly worse scenario than it was, but still bad. He only glanced up when Puck nudged him.

Teddy Bear.

What the hell.

No one brought anything out. Sam walked hesitantly toward the empty space in the middle of the room.

"For 30 seconds, the contestant must withstand being beaten by a person holding a teddy bear."

Puck snorted at the explanation and Finn quickly shushed him. Sam closed his eyes and exhaled. Of course. Of course he'd get his ass beat with a teddy bear. Why not? Was it filled with rocks too?

The one thing he was grateful for was that it wasn't another stupid jab at his mouth like the other challenges.

He looked up to see a man walking up the passage into the library. Not just any man. This guy looked like a football player or a wrestler, maybe a body builder. He was ripped, buff, all the adjectives there were to describe this beefcake of a man.

And he was holding a small, white teddy bear by the hand. Like a small child.

No one had the nerve to laugh, even when they noticed the teddy bear emblazoned on the crotch of his tight, black shorts. This guy was menacing.

Like a man walking to the gallows, Sam stood and met the large man in the middle of the library. He briefly looked at the man's eyes, but they were so severe that he opted to crush his eyes shut and clench his fists at his sides.

"Begin!"

Sam tried to convince himself that there weren't any rocks inside, but it hurt like there were. Wasn't it supposed to be cotton? Fluff? Feathers? Rose petals? What could you fill a teddy bear with? He tried to focus on such inane questions as he was pummeled. The man wielded the bear in one hand. Puck couldn't help an "OH!" as a sharp hit to Sam's abs sent a button eye soaring towards them, only to be narrowly avoided by Karofsky leaning to his left with a panicked look. The other boys winced at every loud smack the bear made against his skin. Mike was incredibly thankful it wasn't him, because he had a feeling the guy could have flung him across the room with the force of the hits.

Near the end, a hit cut deep into his solar plexus and Sam crouched over in pain as the man continued to pummel his back. Kurt wanted to step in and help, but he knew this was how the game was played and he wasn't sure if there was a penalty for doing such a thing. Surely it couldn't hurt that much, Sam probably wouldn't even bruise, but it looked awful nonetheless.

With one last smack on the back of the head, the man pivoted and exited the room, as if he was the wound up bird on a cuckoo clock.

"Your agony was worthwhile. You passed."

Everyone smiled big smiles. Puck made a quiet whooping noise and Mike punched his fist into the air a few times as he walked to Sam and put an arm around his beaten shoulders. Still bent, Sam gave a thumbs up and whispered, "I can't feel my insides..."

"But was it worth it?" Mike asked.

"No!" Sam responded incredulously, causing some of the other boys to chuckle as he was lead back to the table.