"...it's time to settle this..."

The muffled grumblings of a man seem to emanate from the hallway. There's not much to think of it, even as the whirling hum of an electric motor grows clearer. Soon, the buzzing stops. Three loud knocks follow on the locker room door. 

"...I know you're in there! Open up!"

Against your better judgement, you open the door. You see Jimmy Stars sitting there, President and CEO of thee Stars of Combat, walking cane in hand, perched on his rented Hoveround mobility chair. 

"Yo, dickhead!" 

You attempt to slam the door, but the rubber wheels of the scooter have impeccable traction here in Silent Hill. Has the fog and the fear that it brought not truly subsided?

"Is it just you?" Jimmy says as he glances around the locker room. "Where's Danakin? Doesn't matter. My business isn't with him, anyway. It's with you, champ!"

Jimmy stops the Hoveround mobility chair at your feet.

"You're going to listen up and listen good. I need four things. Three microwaves and an elevator. In order to get that, I'm going to need one thing... that XWF 24/7 Championship. Well, the champions purse... but either way, you're going to give it to me."

Jimmy inches the Hoveround ever closer. 

"So, what you're going to do is lay down on the floor right here, right now, and let me drive up on ya for the pin. This thing is like, 900 pounds easy. With me on it, I bet you there's no way in hell you have the strength to kick out! And if you don't, I'm afraid I'm going to have to tell everyone that Bacchus ain't nothin' more than a chicken shit. So what's it going to be? You got any balls in them pants or did you give those to Davey to complete his set?"

Johnny stares blankly at Jimmy, his expression unamused.  He blinks twice at the tirade before replying.

“You want me to lay down for you to pin me so you can cheaply win because you think I can’t kickout from under your roller-throne?” he asks, looking between Stars and the hallway, “Don’t make me embarrass you again, Jimbo.”

Then he closes the door.