In which Santino calls B.S. on Michael Bisping‘s jet-lag excuse, shares some insight on Frank Lester (pictured above, with jacked-up teeth), and hints that we’ll soon be seeing one of the biggest turncoat-acts in TUF history.

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I am not so sure Captain Britania had suffered the amount of jet lag as he would lead us to believe. I mean, seriously, we had been filming for two to three weeks by that point and all the other coaches of the land of the rising Brit had figured out their sleeping schedules just fine. Booze-lag would be my assumption, as we had heard of him being in bars/clubs quite frequently from reputable sources…our coaches! Not all of them, but a couple. The best part of hearing about the head UK "piss-artist" (look it up as it has a different meaning in the UK as what you are thinking) is all the run-ins he had with our Jiu Jitsu coach, Pancho. Pancho, or Pantcho as he would end up spelling it (he’s right off the boat and doesn’t exactly have the best understanding of our language) got into a verbal joust with "Michael Bitchbing," as Pantcho would say, and almost got into a bit of a fist-a-cuffs exchange one night at a club.


One of our other coaches saw Bitchbing out at the club and told Pantcho to invite him over for a drink. Well, to the average human with any ability of reason, this is a pleasant gesture that would buffer out some of the friction between the faithful leaders of this six-week shootout. Once again, The Ultimate Fighter has proved that reason has no place among fighters, and an offering of peace turns to a shot heard ’round the world.

Instead of obliging with our unnamed requester, Pantcho decides he will approach Count Bitchbing and tell him, "You are fat, man."

The Count responds to our inebriated Brazilian friend with, "What?! You are fat too. What are you talking about?"

"I know man, but I no fight. You are fat man…and you fight." Was Pantcho’s slurred response. From all accounts, Pantcho was very pleased with himself with this exchange.

I really don’t know if Count Sleepula really did have some trouble adjusting to the time, but I for one, don’t think I can buy that.

I did, however, enjoy the short snippets of snide comments between Parce (if you have been reading my blogs then you already know his last name must be spoken in a poor British accent) and Cameron. That is certainly foreshadowing the events that are to come with that creep, Parce that is.

Now to Dollar. I really can’t believe they didn’t show some of the stuff on TV that I thought to be noteworthy. When we first got to the house, Cameron was really questioning his place there and even broke down with some tears of frustration. Certainly that would have been a good lead-in to his nerves situation.

When asked what I thought about Cameron fighting Stapes’, I was not overly confident that Cameron could lift that boulder from the sea. He wasn’t exactly the most technical of our team and from all regards, his own self-proclamation and Frankie’s, Martin was a "pit bull". Cameron is definitely not a pit bull, but he sure turned Michael Vick pretty quickly as he put a beating on this one.

After Cameron shocked the world, that evened us out to 2-2. Prior to Vick and his pet putting on a show I wasn’t overly concerned with the team score, but after he won it was nice walking through the house with even numbers while in the presence of the Brits.

Speaking of being in the presence of the Brits, there were certainly spies among us as one of the American team members turned Benedict Arnold on Frankie "hit a Bi@#$ quick" Lester. I am assuming that’s how Wilks "heard Frankie doesn’t have much of a ground game". I know I didn’t say that. And I can pretty much bet that six others didn’t say it either. I do, however, have a suspicion of who did. Well, this traitor will certainly not get his face on any medals of valor like old Bene Arnold. Joke Mcjokerton is more like it. Mock my performances as you will. They were certainly nothing to write home about, but this turncoat will go down as one of the history of TUF’s worst.

Frank’s distaste for Wilks was a little underplayed during the show. James was very impressed with himself and had an air of arrogance about him that I don’t think anyone else in the house had. Next week in my blog I will share some more things about this, but I want to make sure it’s not shown first.

The fight itself was hard to watch as we were all freaking out watching the fight. Frank had dropped King James in the first round and we were all holding our breath in hopes of him repeating it in the second stanza. Thankfully, no one passed out from oxygen deprivation as James ended up taking the momentum in the second round and submitting Juice Monk.

Frank has more heart than any other guy I think I have ever seen. You’ll see.

And no more betting money for body parts. That certainly doesn’t end well. Just glad it wasn’t an important organ like the gall bladder or appendix.