How innocent we were when we first mocked Sean Lowe for his constant, yet seemingly harmless strength training. We laughed. We made our montages. Those were sweeter times, weren't they? But now, three ambulances and sixteen "accidental" spills later—not to mention Selma's defenseless boobs strapped so tightly into a sports bra they nearly suffocated to death…we're starting to put the pieces together. Think about it. If you were a strapping, single guy like Sean, what would you want more out of the spotlight: a staged engagement, or to star in your own documentary at Sundance?
At this point, it's obvious. Sean has a plan…a plan clearer than the Monotype Corsiva font on an invitation to a Fantasy Suite. This week, he even pitted the women against each other under conditions so extreme they could have caused serious harm, such as sweating away a spray tan.