You enter a room with a championship belt in the middle of the void, and JP suddenly appears behind you

"An unimpressive belt, isn't it? No intrinsic material value. Nor artistic value, for that matter. The true value of a champions belt... Is found instead in the person recognized to be worthy of wearing it. Surely you must agree?"

He looks towards you with an aura that is frightening

"Ah. My apolegies. My name is Johan Petrovich, I happen to work here."