It's tyme.....Fo' sum azz beatin'! Grizzly's lockeroom!

"Ladies and gentlement, we are in the lockeroom halls on floor 1B of the AFW complex. To my right is the room of none other than the famed, Pig Poppa Grizzley, the famed wrestling champion!"

The female news reporter nearly choked on her own words. The halls were silent, and the lone camera man filming the whole thing was already shaking in his knees.

"A-alright! Time to knock on the door and greet Mr. Grizzley!"

She fixes the hem of her dress, makes a silent hand guesture to her camera man and proceeds to knock on the wooden door. The sign on it read: "KEEP OUT! BIG POPPA COMIN' THROO"; more than enough proof that this particular room was indeed Girzzley's.
At first, her knocks were quiet and timid, but grew louder and more demanding as time went on without a response.

"What the hell is up with this guy? Is he going to answer the door or what?"

"Uh...maybe he's not in there?"

"Shut up, William!"

The newslady fired back at him from over her shoulder. Not even bothering to completly turn around and acknowledge him. Suddenly, there was a loud distinct bump...and it sounded like it was coming from the other side of the room! Who could it be!?