Blue Kitchen: Monterray gets a good sea bass up, and Chino has to get a lamb and Wellington over to the Olympians. Natalie's trying to help with times, but she's having trouble because Chino at first says he needs one minute and then a minute later says he needs at least three more minutes. She goes into lecture overload with him on getting the times right, pissing him off. Meanwhile, Spitz and Evans are not staring at the kitchen anymore, they're staring through the kitchen. They may have gone into hunger shock. And then Chino delivers a Wellington that's raw and cold, so it doesn't look the Olympians are eating any time soon.

Elise keeps struggling, delivering one dry sea bass and one raw sea bass. "I don't know what kind of frame of mind you're in, but it's not on a fucking championship performance, let me tell you," says Ramsay. "Elise will never admit that she's wrong. She just stood there with her eyebrows up, looking," Krupa tells us, pursing her lips.

Oh, Chino. Will you ever win? He delivers shitty Wellington and raw lamb to Ramsay, who pitches the plate at him and shuts down the Blue Team's service. Will, naturally, has to yell about how pissed he is about this. He's one of those guys who pretend to be completely focused on winning when what they're really concerned about is making sure everyone thinks they're completely focused on winning. "We sucked. They way I look at it, any time you get a service shut down, you suck," Will tells us, which is some kind of amazing insider analysis right there. I was sitting here thinking that they were being shut down for being too successful.

Ramsay apologizes to the Olympians, telling them the Blue Team was good last night, so he doesn't know what happened. Yeah! Especially since they were doing a great job miming! Well... except for Chino, I suppose.

So, Ramsay goes to the Red Team to give the Blue chef's table order to them, but Gina serves up raw lamb. "What an embarrassment!" he says, and since we've got champion volleyballicians sitting right there, he compares himself to a volleyball being pounded. And then he shuts down the Red Kitchen, putting Andi and Scott to work getting the entrees out.

When the dust settles, Ramsay brings the teams in to tell them that they both sucked and nobody won, and presumably they were so awful that the sporting champions sitting at their respective chef's tables were stripped of all their medals. So, you know, hang your heads in shame. He wants each team to think of two members for elimination.