The Nickleman posed in front of a closed-down pawn shop in Boise, Idaho. He's wearing the classic garb: a plaid jacket, dirty jeans, and a mean mug. As he notices the camera closing in, he shifts his attention towards YOU, the lowly viewer.

"So, you think you can make a career from this?

From being Nickles-lite?

Frances Marigold...

A bullshit name, for a bullshit persona.

You're a hype train that's already been brought to a full stop.

All the mystique, all the aura, all the vibes you were coasting on:

They got stripped away from you at Bad Medicine.

And now?

I'm just burying a corpse.

You claim the mantle of X-treme: but you're not X-treme...not like me.

I'm X-tremely fucked up in the head.

I'm X-tremely violent.

I'm X-tremely willing to throw it all away, just for a mere moment of satisfaction.

But you?

You're just X-tremely played out.

I don't buy into your bullshit antics.

Coming out from the crowd, pounding beers and smoking cigs:

You think that shit makes you hard? What are you, a god-damn child trying to live out their 'big boy' fantasies now that your mommy and daddy are away?

That pussy shit sure as hell don't make me hard.

You know what makes me hard?

You're gonna find out when that bell rings."

The Nickleman sneers in front of the closed-down pawn shop.

"Nickleman vs Marigold...

A tune-up match for me-

But the biggest match of your flailing career.

A shot against THE Nickleman himself: that's worth more than it's weight in gold. That's worth more than throwaway title shots for blue belts that don't matter.

This match?

This is your proving grounds, Frances.

You're coming into my land, just the same way I'm coming into yours.

I'm stepping onto the stage of Anarchy- and you're stepping into the land of X-treme.

Only one of us can walk out the otherside unchanged.

Because if you win...

You've finally proven yourself. You've finally made it. You will finally have shown the XWF that you BELONG!

And if I win?

Nothing changes.

I'm still the biggest, baddest motherfucker in the entire federation:

And you're still just Frances Marigold."

The Nickleman chuckled as he stepped away from the camera. He began walking down the street, before turning back towards the screen once more.

"It would change your life if you could win this match, kid...

It's too bad I'm the biggest, baddest motherfucker you've ever met:

And you're still just Frances Marigold."