After the bouts of Scott, Sierra and Alejandro, it's time for the moonchild to take a shot for the Hamsters team. Chris calls her to spin the wheel and she does so. The host blinks to Chef, which blinks back and steps on a hidden button. The wheel stops on a Duncan shaped-like picture. Everyone gasp in surprise. Duncan, Gwen and Dawn look dejectedly to each other.
—Ah, one of the matches I've been waiting for all day!—says Chris, jolly.
—Seriously, Chris!—exclaims Zoey, unbelievably. —They're like brothers! How can you put them against each other?
—My aura reading told me earlier that Chris could come up with this kind of trick—reveals Dawn, saddened. —This is what he wants: pit the contestants.
—Hey, you two! Hurry up there, move!—orders Chris, annoyed. —I don't have all day!—points to his clock.
The other campers (except Mal) gasp even more seeing Duncan and Dawn entering the ring, wearing boxing gloves. Gwen approaches the ring and threatens:
—Don't you dare harm each other too much! Remember, it's just a challenge! Take it easy!
—Relax, pasty!—tranquilizes Duncan. —Do you really think we want even to scratch one another?
—Fear not, Gwen—says the girl, also calmly. —So, chosen one—turning to the bad boy—, time to put to use that juvie fighting training you gave me before, eh?
—Hit me with your best shot, witchy!
The ring bells. The two start to walk in circle, looking into each other narrowed eyes, searching for a gap in the defenses. Dawn gives the first blow, attacking with several punches and jabs, which Duncan blocks and dodges easily and barely putting any effort.
—Not bad, sis!—admits him, backing away, smirking. —My turn!
Now it's Duncan who's attacking with a sequence of deadly blows. Fortunately, Dawn, with a little difficulty, manages to block and dodge as well.
—Gwen, what if they end up really damaging each other?—asks Courtney, concerned.
—Guess I'll give a world-class earful on them both!—answer the goth, disliking the sight of her boyfriend and sister on the ring. —Thanks to Dawn, we knew that Chris could do this, so we've been training with Duncan just in case.
—Can she predict future or something like that?—questions the CIT, curious.
—Kinda.
Back on the ring, none of the fighters is harmed, but the moonchild seems tired and gasping. The bad boy barely broke a sweat. The two minutes end and the bell rings again.
—What was that?—asks Chris, annoyed. —That was the WORST fight display ever! I expected some blood-spilling over there!
Duncan and Dawn roll their eyes in annoyance and leave the ring, joining Gwen, while he asks:
—How 'bout I spill YOUR blood, McLean?
—Stain our fair planet with his blood?—asks Dawn, sarcastically. —No, Mother Earth thanks.
Courtney, Cameron, Sierra, Scott, Alejandro and Mal laugh. Duncan, Gwen and Dawn laugh as well, then high-five and fist bump, leaving an annoyed Chris.
—Want to see a bloodbath instead of a blood-spilling?—whisper Duncan to the girls, smirking. —I hope I get Mal when my turn comes!—they smirk and thumb up to him.