Previously: Battle of the Season + (toootally intentional twist!) Fresh Meat. Cancun won and thankfully said, “Fuck Wes.” Fresh Meat lost. Big Easy and Cara Maria pretty much literally ran over Wes and Lacey in the ARENA.
Opening credits! Meh, passable, but as basic/generic/boring as they could be.
Beach party. General merriment, of course. Sarah wonders who doesn’t like Alton, as he is essentially the Perfect Human Being. I always knew that girl had some sense. Jemmye informs us that Knight has made it clear that his intentions are to win her affections, not the money, which makes her nervous.
Oh, honey, you guys are not going to win the money. It involves superhuman strength/endurance, strategy, and at least one puzzle that is more advanced than a four piece jigsaw.
Back at the house, Melinda confides in Alton that she’s missing her boyfriend and her “beautiful” home life. There’s one every season, and they rarely last long. She hasn’t seen Danny in three years, and she hopes things will be easy but doubts that will happen. Danny informs Knight that some people just aren’t meant to be. Hey, guess what? He also has a wonderful significant other back home, worries about being around his ex, etc. But they’re both here for the money, of course.
Big Easy announces a clue from TJ, earning quite the eye roll from Trishelle. “Slick moves” are the key words, and no one even tries to guess what that could possibly mean because these rookies just don’t know how it’s done, apparently.
Frank declares that he is going to “run this show.” There’s an alliance between San Diego, Cancun, Vegas, and New Orleans, and it is apparently the rookies’ time to shine, even though seven out of those sixteen people are not technically rookies. Knight: “First things first, one of us has to win.” With logic like that, who am I to mock his strategy/intelligence?
St. Thomas has a powwow:
Robb, the Jolly Ginger Giant, is literally bigger than the furniture.
Marie tells us they’re stuck between the rookies and the vets. She knows that San Diego has the numbers, and she doesn’t want her team to get thrown in because people don’t like Trey, who refuses to suck up. Marie doesn’t know how to get their team to the final round. Maybe there will be a rum drinking challenge, and she can just wipe the floor with everyone with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back.
Challenge time! Oil Change. Teej enlightens us with some scintillating facts: Turkey’s national sport is wrestling, and the pit is full of olive oil, which the Teejster neglects to mention is one of the major exports of the Mediterranean region. Basically, two people from opposing teams will wrestle in oil (holy crap, no heights or water! But plenty of physical contact), trying to push the other out of bounds. Girls vs. girls and guys vs. guys, as always. The first team to win four rounds wins, and then it keeps going until there’s only one team who hasn’t won four rounds, sending them to the ARENA.