That "Let the bodies hit the floor" song plays as there is some wrestling going on. Everyone watches. They pull apart. Steve floats that he can't move Mike -- he's too big and slippery -- and that he'll have to wait for Mike to make a mistake. More wrestling. Wrestling. Steve stands up and waves a "uh uh" finger to Mike as Blair floats that this is the Steve he's always talking about that they rarely get to see; it comes out during fierce competition. Steve is not going to lose, he says.

The music changes. Steve voice-overs that he's tired and his asthma is kicking in, but he's not going to lose. We learn that this is two hours later. Two hours! Holy shit! This is the worst competition ever! Working for crap-ass Arista records is much better than this. Coral floats that they're all saying that they can just get out of the oil if they want to. Suddenly the competition kicks back up and everyone is on their feet, cheering and Steve has Mike pinned in this odd angle in a headlock and everyone is yelling and finally Mustapha rings the bell and Steve jumps up. Mike screams that he was getting choked and that this is the second time they've been screwed. I don't know what that means. Adam gets in Mike's face, saying (correctly), "How many times does he have to throw you on your back?" Mike gets crazy, all Hulk-looking with ripped clothes, saying that his shoulder wasn't down and he was being choked and he could choke Steve and beat his ass if he wanted to. Nicole is yelling, too. Lori and Kevin just stare. I'm sure Coral is off making enemies all over Morocco or something right now. Mike is swearing. Blair voice-overs that Mike blew up and was yelling and this only got them angrier. Ha, we see that this is called the "Duel in the Desert." I didn't even catch that before. Good. Nice job, B/M. Very catchy.

Now it's Lori and Ellen. Lori doesn't look like she wants to do this, at all. Mike yells, "Choke her head off." Shut up, douche. The girls, on their hands and knees in oil...Ellen and Lori on their hands and knees in oil...mmmmm...

...Oh sorry! Sorry. Uh...in oil, shake hands and then begin wrestling. It's pretty fierce with nail and arms and elbows...and oiled-up thighs and breasts and...

Oh, sorry again! Wrestling. Wresting. It's fucking fierce. Everyone is cheering and it's really, like, touching this blood-lust part. Even the two girls. This is not the type of thing they do, but they're just going for it hardcore. Now Nicole is saying that she doesn't want to do this. She says, "Look at her." And indeed, we see Lori on her knees, cuts on her face, her mouth open and her eyes half closed, looking like she has no idea where she is. It's pretty fucking vicious, really. (Oh, well, she actually looks pretty much the same way when she's singing, so I guess she's okay.) Adam is now yelling at Nicole, saying, "Yeah! Yeah!" and saying that she's already giving up and these girls have been in there for an hour and a half (damn!). Adam is cracking me up. He doesn't give a shit what people think. This is when you want him on your team. I can't believe I'm writing this pro-Adam shit. Somebody stop me. Kevin tells Nicole she doesn't have to do it, but that they will lose if she doesn't. The girls are still wrestling, but everyone is ignoring them, just off to the side chatting. Nicole says she doesn't want to get scratched up, and Coral is sick, and Rachel says she will have done the coffin for nothing. Shut up and let us watch the chicks in oil! Blair voice-overs that it's too violent for Nicole, while Katie guesses it's because Nicole did not want to mess up her makeup and hair. True. Blair goes on to say that any kind of team unity they had before is now gone, and the fighting has made Lori give up. At Two And A Half Fucking Hours of the fight, Lori gets pinned. Ellen wins. Lori is crying in the oil. Sophia floats that she didn't see Ellen and Lori, but a tiger and a lamb. That's mean. Lori lasted a long fucking time. Ellen is being congratulated by everyone while Lori flops on the ground.