Shane and Eric, looking dissed, decide that they should probably practice more. They're worried now. Hee.
Night. Hotel. Eric and Kendal in bed. Sarah in bed alone. Rachel and Darrell holding hands in bed, dressed. They wonder what the noise is (uh, could it be the cameraman in your room?), and decide it must be Shane. Rachel "sneaks" to the living room to see why he's still up. This is so stupid and staged. Rachel finds Shane rehearsing. They laugh. He says he doesn't want to be the one who messes up. Rachel then voice-overs that Shane has not given up on them, and she's happy he's focused now and what?! Suddenly he's redeemed? B/M couldn't tell a good story if they were abducted by aliens, put back on the planet unharmed, and then asked to talk about it on This American Life.
The big event. The sad auditorium is filled with students as Mayor McChris tells the crowd they need to get the stage hyped and warmed up for the Road Rules vs. MTV.com idiots. We get a quick montage of the Greek step groups performing. They seem very good and thus it's pretty fucked up that they'd make our kids go after that. Whatever. What do I care? Then Chris introduces Big Boi and Dre from Outkast. Oh. I feel very bad for Outkast now. (By the way, how many rap dudes are named Dre? I can think of four in my knowledge of hip-hop history. That's too many!) Sarah camera-talks that they were psyched to see Outkast, and very starstruck. (Right. Girl had no idea who Outkast was before now.) Big Boi talks about the "Dirty South," and then has to whore himself and talk about the competition; they also bring out the suitcase of money. (Man, someone had better keep an eye on that shit backstage, yo. Hungry college students and a big bag of money...For reals.) ExpoKendal then explains that they're being judged by a panel of Greek step people from the college, and that they're being judged on Crowd Participation, Synchronization, and Difficulty.
MTV.com is first. Baby Yaphet Kotto leads it off: "Well, I'm Sam, y'all. And I'm cold as ice..." and then the rest come in and the crowd goes apeshit. I love Sam. He's very good at this. Sarah then camera-duhs about not knowing the crowd would get so into this and how good the MTV.com kids were. Truthfully, there must be some fancy editing here, because they're doing some shit that's really not that good, but they're showing the crowd freaking out. It's like that In Living Color (?) parody of Arsenio with the dummies in the audience that people are just throwing up in the air to recreate how emotional the crowd gets. These kids must be really starving for entertainment, or they're just very nice. Then everyone lies on the ground and the whorey little Texas girl starts fucking the air and the crowd goes nuts. I guess this is the freestyle portion of it. Someone is caterpillaring. And then they're done and Eric tells us they did much better than he thought and now he's worried. You should be, bitch. Commercials.