As Riot rumbles on we cut backstage where OCW's Lightweight Champion Paul Pugh is standing beneath a giant poster for The Clash 2017. He smiles and points towards the poster

Pugh: The Clash. The original OCW Pay Per View. A date with destiny. THE PROVING GROUND BROTHER. A chance for young blud Marley to wiggle his dopey ass back into this

He points down at his crotch where the OCW Lightweight Championship glistens. He pats the title one, twice, then a third time and smiles again

Pugh: You know why I wear this? Aside from being a damn good hand and being as pretty as a peach - I carry a weight advantage. Not just a physical weight advantage hoots, but a... a mental one... my name carrys weight. Big weight. HUGE WEIGHTS. THE SORT OF WEIGHTS BROTHER BUFFNESS IS FLINGING AROUND THE GYM AS WE SPEAK!

He unhooks the title from around his waist and holds it up to the camera

Pugh: When they told me they had a new title, they told me they were holding out for a hero. He had to be strong, he had to be fast, he had to be fresh from the fight brother. They had to be sure, they had to be soon...

Pugh: BROTHER HE HAD TO BE LARGER THAN LIFE! ...and after a false start, its on a guy who embodies everything they need. Everything this division needs.

He grins

Pugh: I'm bigger. I'm badder. I'm meaner than anyone in the Ex Division ever was... than anyone in the Lightweight Division ever will be... and tonight, I'd like to warn all you brothers that you're on notice.

Pugh: You wanna step to me? You wanna wanna hold Gold? Be my guest. I'll see you out there brothers - but be warned... I'm here to destroy.

The scene fades as Pugh brothers off camera into the distance

The camera pans to the announce team.

	The Champ is locked and ready to unload!
	Brother!

Camera Pans Back To Ringside!

The camera pans to the announce team.

	What in the!!
	More to this than meets the eye!

Drago moves through the backstage area with purpose. He is on a mission to find OUR HERO, to get his revenge.

As he turns a corner he comes face to face with Ligermask and his personal translator, La Lengua.

La Lengua: Hola Senor Cesár! How are you?

Drago: I’m don’t have time for you or your boss, I need find Sensation.

La Lengua: Well that is precisely why we are here.

La Lengua looks back to Ligermask who is smiling. His smile looks as if it's dripping with venom.

La Lengua: You see, as members of La Purga, El Patron is privy to certain things, such as the whereabouts of OUR HERO.

Drago seems cautiously interested.

Drago: I’ve had dealing with the Ligermask before, I know his game. What he gain from this deal?

La Lengua: A match, you see Patron he has a match with H2O tonight, and it would raise the profile of the match if a certain former World Champion was involved.

La Lengua:What do you say?

Drago:You know I’m never walk away from fight.

H2O walks into the shot, he has seemingly overheard the conversation and is looking for answers.

As he approaches La Lengua, he acts as if he's looking around the hallway, inside his vest and over Lengua’s shoulder for something.

H2O: Excuse me, can someone PLEASE pass me a Spanish for Dummies book cause Lingoooo here can't even understand the challenge I issued to Ligermask!

La Lengua: The terms of our agreement have changed, you will now help us take down a former World Champion.

H2O: My issue isn't with anyone else other than Ligermask. I want my family safe. I thought I made a deal with a man? Pfft..Coward inside and outside the ring. I don't like the sound of this!

La Lengua: Well, would you prefer the sound of your mother and father suffering an… unforeseen business accident Senor O? I suggest you help Patron take care of the Drago problem for the Purge.

H2O grabs his head, frustrated with the situation and storms off.

La Lengua pulls out a cellphone and dials a number.

La Lengua: Si, Senor Mugen, El Patron, Ligermask sends his regards, everything is going according to plan.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Did they just!
	The Purge has no Rhyme or Reason!

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

The crowd boo for their new womens champion Alex Robinson. Alex grabs the microphone that she forgot to pick up as she climbed the steps. She goes to grab it and looks at the crowd. Before Alex can so so much as a word she is interrupted.

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

The crowd cheer for Sophia. You can even hear the fans shouting “thank you.” to Sophia.

Alex: “You and that gigantic freak ruined what was supposed to be my night at Ladies Night. Typical sweet innocent little Sophia, can’t handle a better and more attractive woman winning the championship, so she’s got to come out and try to steal my thunder?”

Sophia: “Alex. You’re so unoriginal. You really wanna make a name for yourself, PROVE yourself that you're to be taken seriously here, and you have the nerve to come out here dressed as me at Ladies Night???”

Alex: “I knew your so called queen Madison would come out in some spectacular attire like she always does. I just thought hey, why not dress up as Sophia? I mean I don’t know if you saw but them children in the front row were in tears when you lost to Lacy. A woman that I beat to win *Alex points to her championship* this…”

Alex: “So when I saw them children cry, to make them and everyone that ever believed in you feel better. I thought I would dress up like you.”

Sophia: “That’s pathetic.”

Alex: “Pathetic? I will tell you what’s pathetic… You losing to Lacy. Do you think I want to be like you? No! You let your fan base down so I did the right thing. I dressed up as you because to them little children you were a role model and you let every single one of them down.”

Sophia: “Bulls**T!!! You used my finisher… My finishing move!!!”

Alex: “Again, I did it for all the little children whose hearts you broke. Do you think I really wanted to win with your lame finishing move? The bottom line is I made it to the finals and you didn’t. I am the champion and you’re not. So why don’t you get out of my ring and go join them other losers backstage. Go… Leave!”

The crowd really detest Alex. Sophia looks at them with a smile.

Sophia: “What a f**king joke. You're the ‘champion’ that no one wants to see, look Alex!”

Sophia points to the crowd.

Sophia: “You see that, no one likes you. So why don’t you admit to me and everyone you’re trying to fool here. The real reason you dressed up as me is because Alex, you’re jealous of me?”

Sophia: “You can dress up as me, act like me and steal my moves but these fans... They will never respect you.”

The crowd cheer Sophia on.

Sophia: “Even after you won that championship and granted you won it all by yourself but Alex. The reality is no one cares. The children that you saw crying were not crying because I lost. They were crying because you won the championship.”

You can tell Alex is really getting annoyed.

Sophia: “And it's not about me not making it, so the haters can shut up right now. I'm still coming off of an injury… Putting my damn body on the line for this company!”

Sophia: “It's about the principle. You being the fraud you are… stinking up the place with your musty scent!

Sophia: “So you can call all them ladies in the back losers but Alex, we made this division... Kudos to the ladies that made it as far as they did. While Bertha and I dislike each other, I can't deny that she is one beast of a woman!”

The crowd boo and cheer for Bertha.

Sophia: “Now now, I don't mean that in the worst way...”

Alex: “Just so you know, there wouldn’t be a women's division without me and there definitely wouldn’t be a Sophia.”

Sophia: “Meanwhile as for you, Alex… You're just a BEAST.”

Alex: “Hey, are you liste…”

Sophia pulls away the microphone from Alex’s mouth. The crowd cheer.

Sophia: “A foul… no good… copycat… BEAST!”

Alex pushes Sophia off of her.

Alex: “You done? Don’t answer that. When it’s all said and done. I am your women's champion, that makes me the dominant woman here…

Alex is once again cut off as a familiar theme begins to play.

The Camera Pans To The Ramp

Bertha paces around the ring, almost predatory. She walks up towards Sophia, and then walks around her as if she’s not there.

She then paces over to Alex and looks her dead in the eye. Not as a champion or a potential opponent, but as a piece of meat.

BERTHA: "Despite being cheated by OCW Officials once again, Bertha is here once again by virtue of being the most dominant woman in OCW history."

BERTHA: "You both squabble over that… trinket. Bertha is insulted that she is being forced to compete for a “women’s” title because women cannot compete with men."

BERTHA: "I am an Olympic Class Athlete, here in this company I have faced down the greatest World Champions and now I must compete with literal whores and glorified actresses."

BERTHA: "Sophia and you, Alex, may be content with fighting over that bauble. But Bertha is here to erase that INSULT from around your waist and this company."

Alex has heard enough. She pushes past Sophia and leaves the ring with the championship and microphone still in hand.

Alex: “I am your women's champion and that makes me better than the both of you. I am done talking to the two of you. At the Clash, you and the whole world are going to find out that I am legit.”

Alex goes to throw her microphone at Bertha and Sophia but misses as bounces off the rope. The crowd laugh at Alex.

Sophia: "This match at The Clash will be history repeating itself. Because the last time I fought the both of you… I won."

Bertha and Sophia go face to face as we got to a commercial break.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Clash is gonna be a banger!
	Ya Heard!

Leon Valentine vs Bill Ding

The camera pans to the announce team.

	WOAH WOAH WOAH
	WOW!

The last time our OCW cameras made the trip to Summerlin, LV, we were privileged to see Lacy in the gym getting her “Swole” on. But today has a much different feel. Back in Casa de Dimsmore and in their in-home gym. But the gym isn’t as lively as it was then.

It’s poorly lit, about a quarter of the ceiling lights are on. No music playing which leads to a very eerie silence. Dimsmore is sitting in the middle of the floor with his knees up towards his chest and his arms resting on his knees. His head is down, eyes may or may not be open. You can’t see them anyways.

The camera begins to circle around him slowly and in the background, you hear someone speaking faintly.

Voice: As soon as he start working out in that gym, cut off that beard, you look crazy.

The more the voice speaks, the louder it gets and you realize that it’s the voice of KD.

KD: Now PURGE…. Dimsmore….. Yea we got history...

The camera continues to circle Dimsmore as we hear the voice of KD. The camera stops once it is directly in front of Dimsmore and is now flat on the ground.

KD: History…. Bottle of scotch….. History, I know your past. History….. Match’ll be over real quick…. History...

Those words continue to repeat and echo over and over. Dimsmore reaches behind his back and grabs a bottle and sets it at his feet. It’s a bottle of Glendronach 15 Year Revival. For those that are unaware, prior to Dimsmore run with the International Title back in 2012/2013, his “demons” landed him in the Valley View Rehab center in Goshen, NY. And that was where the transformation from LSD to Dimsmore began.

Like anyone that is in recovery, you are always one thought, one move and one drink away from relapse. From risking it all. From starting over.

KD: Bottle of scotch…. History…. Over real quick…. History…. I know your past.

Normally someone’s words wouldn’t be enough to trigger someone into contemplating relapse. Maybe it has to do with the magnitude of the moment. Dimsmore was away from OCW for 2 and a half to 3 years. And with his surprise return last year at Wrestlution and pledging his allegiance to Lord Mugenta and The PURGE. Now almost a year later, Dimsmore is on the verge of gold once again.

Dimsmore raises his head and is now staring down the bottle of scotch. The camera begins to circle Dimsmore and the bottle once again.

KD: I know your past…. Bottle of scotch…. Over real quick… History….. Bottle of scotch.

Dimsmore reaches for the bottle, grabs it with his left hand and is intently staring at it. Dimsmore rises to his feet slowly and never takes his eyes off the bottle. Now standing, still looking directly at the bottle at his waist, Dimsmore takes his right hand and removes the cap of the bottle.

He drops the cap to the floor and raises the bottle to his…. nose. He takes a deep inhale thru his nose to get the full aroma of the scotch. Dimsmore holds the bottle out in front of his face.

Dimsmore: KD. Contrary to what you may think and believe, I own my history. I own my past and I own my demons.

Dimsmore begins to pour about the scotch on the floor. He empties out the entire bottle. After it’s empty, he turns the bottle right side up and slams it on the floor.

Dimsmore: No Year of KD. No Rev Inc. 5 days from now, you will know that this…..

Dimsmore runs his hand down his face.

Dimsmore: This will be the Year of Dimsmore…. And will continue to be forevermore….. The Year of The PURGE!!!

Dimsmore roars in the direction of the camera as it quickly cuts to black.

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Dimsmore is ready for Sunday!
	It could be his big night!

Betterness vs Drago vs Tobin Frost

The camera pans to the announce team.

	Oh my!
	Indeed!

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