Charlie Nickles sits up from the medical exam table backstage with his championship belt. An overactive and extremely busty nurse continues to check Charlie's vitals and examine the severe burns lingering across his flesh. The Nickleman's hair has been singed and much of his clothing ruined, but his golden belt shines brighter than ever. Charlie holds his Goldi up and speaks directly to it, ignoring the conventionally attractive nurse entirely.

Well, that didn't quite go according to plan, did it? Could have been worse, I guess.....I could have lost you.

Charlie brings his hand up to caress the championship belt. His hand has severe third degree burns and Charlie's face cringes in pain as soon as he touches the golden plate- but The Nickleman caresses his love through the pain.

I still have you, all I need....I can never let you go.

You're cleared for immediate competition, Charles: but I recommend applying silver sulfadiazine cream to your burns at least three times a day. I am sure the doctor will write you a prescription after he sees my notes. Just wait right here and I'll have him write it up for you.

The nurse makes a few final marks on her notes before she walks away from the exam table. As she turns away from the camera you can see that she clearly has a porn-star ass, yet Charlie doesn't even try to sneak a look at it. Charlie just holds his Goldi and rolls his eyes at the nurse's recommendation.

A prescription? What good will that do? I won't let these mad scientists turn me into Micheal Graves. Let's get out of here, Goldi.

Charlie hops off of the medical exam table and slings the championship belt over his right shoulder. The Nickleman hunches down momentarily as the belt painfully lands on his charred flesh. He shakes the pain off and begins to walk through the open doorway into the halls of the XWF. When Charlie passes through the doorway he doesn't slouch or hide his burned face at all. The XWF TV champion walks out of the medical exam room unashamed and without remorse- he put everything he had into the match, but he can rest assured knowing that it wasn't all on the line.

Charlie caressed his golden love as he walked through the halls. He didn't mind the incoming stares, ridicule, or attacks: because he had his Goldilocks, and that was all a man could ask for in a time like this. Charlie left the arena that night not deterred, but instead determined to do everything it took to turn his television championship into the universal championship. His Goldi was here, for him, at his lowest hour....and how else could he ever repay the favor?