It's grainy. It's almost seven years old, so of course, in this digital age, it's grainy.
But given what has happened in those intervening seven years, it is a priceless piece of footage.
It's a video clip, a slice of a different Conor McGregor, one who was a very different boy. Struggling to say farewell to his secondary school years, struggling to say farewell to teenage terrors, most visibly acne.
He faces the camera, says his name and says that he will become a world champion in the Ultimate Fighting Championships.
"I'm the future," says the scrawny face as he peers through the ropes towards the camera.
This 20 seconds of footage from 2008 was played on loop at the MGM Grand Garden Arena on Saturday. Each time it hit the gigantic screen the roars grew louder and louder, the deafening noise rolled around a venue that has hosted many grand nights.
It had never played host to a pre-party quite like this, however. Upwards of 12,000 fans packed the place for the UCF 189 weigh-ins, ahead of the record breaking mixed martial arts show at the same arena.
The numbers, the walls and walls of people who filled the place, broke all records for the fastest growing sporting organisation on the planet.
The UFC has seen lots in its young years. Vegas has seen plenty more in its time. But neither had seen anything quite like this either. It was history and it was fun.
This morning, though will be time for things to get serious - for the UFC but more so for Conor McGregor. The scrawny boy who predicted he would be "the future" in 2008 has proven to be dangerously accurate in his premonitions.
Seven years on and Sin City is marching to his beat. But UFC 189, and a featherweight title bout with American rival Chad Mendes, will bring his predictions into sharper focus than any other time in the intervening years.
"This is the McGregor show," said the man who likes to be known as Notorious this week. "Make no mistakes about that. I am happy to be giving the UFC this $7.1million gate because it is me who has brought all of that. Breaking records every time."
"I am going to kill this man. He should have kept his mouth shut. I am going to slap the face off him and that's it"
The records have indeed fallen in the wake of the Dubliner. McGregor is the kind of phenomenon the Irish sporting landscape has not seen in living memory.
This is why it doesn't quite know how to deal with him. He regales the US late-night talk show circuit with his stories and yet his homeland can't quite tell if he's a big deal or no deal.
But his ability to sell a show and draw a crowd are not in doubt. How can they be when the UFC breaks gate records and box office records tonight? The skeptics and the doubters wonder, however, whether those selling abilities outstrip his sporting ones. Tonight at the MGM Grand, with an interim featherweight title on the line, the Dubliner gets to answer the question.
"I am going to kill this man," insisted McGregor this week. "He should have kept his mouth shut. I am going to slap the face off him and that's it.
"He's a rookie. He's a novice in my eyes. He's a white belt on the mat. In the grappling exchanges, he will know as well and then panic will set in and then he will cower like a little girl and begin his little run. But I will catch him."
Even for seasoned observers in Sin City, Friday's weigh-in was a quite startling exhibition of McGregor's star quality. Irish fans have decamped to Nevada in record numbers and a city that just nine weeks ago hosted boxing's Fight of the Century is struggling to get its head around these historic events.
But there is no getting away from the fact that Mendes is a replacement opponent who may well be as dangerous as the original. Jose Also pulled out of UFC 189 with a rib complaint and a quiet but lethal Californian filled the void.
A quite supreme wrestler and the No.1 featherweight in the division, Mendes remains confident that he can repel McGregor and pour cold water all over this Irish invasion of the Strip.
"I've seen it in the past, I get in there and that's where I deal with it," said the Californian this week. "I beat them up. I get to come in here on two weeks notice, whoop his ass and take a belt."
Two weeks notice sounds efficient. A seven-year promise, however, sounds earnest. This morning Sin City will see who had the best grasp of time.
