(Normal bedtime stuff.)
Len Bentley still has his panties in a bunch from Coach Lesnar’s ass-chewing after Ramsey Nijem defeated Charlie Rader last week. Bentley storms out of the Team Green locker room. “I’m not going to sit here and get punked out,” he says. “It’s like, bro, you weren’t even here for my fight.” Brock is cool with Bentley’s nonviolent protest, but says that deep down Len knows he could’ve given more during his fight. When Bentley returns, Brock admits he hasn’t exactly *watched* that fight yet and Len says if he had, he’d know Bentley got robbed by the judges. “It’s over, buddy,” Lesnar tells him, in a tone that clearly means “big deal.”
Brock says he’s still looking for someone to wow him and then he tries to make an issue out of how fighting is his livelihood. As if he’s not a kabillionaire who just took up MMA like four years ago. “When you guys step in that Octagon, it’s kill or be killed,” Lesnar says. Then, just for good measure, he says it again: “Kill … or be killed.” Now that’s coaching.
After some more bitching from Bentley, we fast-forward to the fight announcement. Junior dos Santos is loving life, noting that his team has already eliminated Brock’s No. 1 and No. 2 picks. This week, he selects the Brit — Mick Bowman — to fight Lesnar’s Clay Harvison.
At a team strategy session, Coach Lew Polley tells the guys it’s boot-on-the-throat time for Team JDS. If Mick can take out Clay, he says, Lesnar’s team will fold. “It’s going to be great seeing the shit I got planned next,” Coach Lew tells Mick. “So don’t make me look like an ass.” Junior shoots him a death glare, obviously wondering if Polley has already forgotten their last little heart-to-heart about whose team this is. The tension only builds at the team’s next practice, as the editing makes it clear that Polley tries to stick his beak in while dos Santos is giving striking tips.
“Lew is here to coach wrestling, just wrestling,” Junior says to the camera. “But he tries to teach boxing, to teach jiu jitsu, he tries to teach everything … It’s not a good idea. I think that’s why it’s (called) Team Dos Santos.”
We get a brief look into both camps’ game plans. They have to break out the subtitles whenever Mick Bowman speaks. His strategy against Harvison involves “peppering him with shots (and) loads of leg kicks” before “smashing him through the mat.” Meanwhile, Clay says he assumes Mick is a brawler, since he’s from Liverpool. Wow, we’re still holding on to that stereotype? How quaint. A self-professed “knucklehead,” Clay’s assures us that he’ll mix things up on the feet and make good use of his jab. “That’s my fuck you punch,” he says.
Apropos of nothing, Clay reminds us that Team Lesnar considers Chris Cope to be a “narc” and says if he finds out Cope has been feeding info to Team JDS, that’s grounds for a straight-up ass whooping. “Don’t look at me, bitch,” Clay hollers (of course not to Cope’s face or anything). “I’ll fucking drag you in the streets and fucking merc your ass right here Vegas.”
Somebody scrawls the words “Chris Cope, Double Agent” into the sand in the zen rock garden and – although Team Lesnar denies responsibility — Chris tries to clear the air over some S’mores around the campfire. He insists he’s a “man of integrity,” but the rest of the team ain’t really trying to hear it. Later, they conduct a full-on bitch session about Cope’s shadiness in the Team Lesnar bedroom. Of course, Cope walks in on it. And of course, Chuck O’Neil moons him. I mean, literally shows Cope his ass. Cope then accuses Anthony Fergusson of writing that shit about him in the sand and – in the grand old tradition of “TUF” — Tony gets like way, way more upset about it than a normal person ever would. It seems for a moment like it might come to blows, but then it doesn’t.
As an aside, we find out that it was actually Mick Bowman who wrote those things in the sand. He says he only meant it “as a bit of fun” because Team JDS thinks Chris Cope tries to spy on them, too, but their whole team is able to have a good laugh over the discord it caused on the other squad.
Fight day! Some last minute instructions and then it’s on …
Just as he told us he would, Clay comes out throwing heavy leather, tagging Mick with a couple of shots in the early going. Bowman fires back with some leg kicks. Clay makes nice use of his 1-2 combo, utilizing his “fuck you punch” to good effect. Mick shoots for a takedown as the first minute comes to a close, but gets stuffed. Clay makes him pay with some punches from standing before getting pulled into guard and almost arm-barred like, immediately. He backs out of that shit, lands another straight right and stuffs what is starting to feel like a desperation takedown shot from Bowman. Clay continues to unload, but might be starting to huff and puff a bit in the last two minutes. After some time clinching against the fence, they end the round in the center, where Clay throws a nifty little back elbow and Mick stings him with more leg kicks. 10-9 Clay.
Second round starts same as the first, with Clay winning the punching exchanges. After some more clinching (controlled mostly by Clay) they go back to the middle and Bowman lands three jabs and a good inside leg kick. Harvison is starting to look gassed here, but finds a home for a leg kick and then musters the energy for a few more solid punching combos. Mick’s mouth is bloody and with 45 seconds left he tries one last takedown attempt. Clay stuffs it and holds him against the fence until the bell.
That should be a clear cut 10-9 for Clay and a win for Team Lesnar. And it is. Clay Harvison def. Mick Bowman by unanimous decision. Brock says he feels “really excited” in that same monotone voice he uses to express every emotion. He says Clay finally wowed him. Mick goes back to the locker room, buries his head in a towel and bawls. Coach Junior implores him to keep his head up and stay focused for the team.
Uh-oh. Trouble in the Team Green locker room. Turns out, even when these guys win, they lose. Clay says he might’ve broken his pinky and as they pull the gloves off … yep, it’s a compound fracture. The fucking bone is sticking out through the fucking skin. Clay, to his credit, acts like this is in no way a big deal, but it’s pretty clear he won’t be able to continue with the competition.
“He’s out,” says Dana to the camera.
Scenes for next week let us know that the injuries will continue to pile up for Team Lesnar and the conflict between Coach Junior and Coach Lew will finally come to a head. Plus, the last two opening round matchups and the wild card announcement.