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AerialKnight · **10-30-2014, 12:29 AM**

"Damn it, why does this robot run off of money? That makes as much sense as Frodo saying that Shane complimented his penis size."

The knight shudders as the cambot's lens opens up.

"I really hope he doesn't whip that thumbtack of a dick out on camera. It doesn't help matters that men like to lie about their dick sizes when being filmed."

Then the knight chuckles to himself.

"No matter what size he says, people will just laugh it off anyways. His extra small shorts still fit him regardless."

The knight is seen walking around the city streets of New York, looking for trouble wherever it may be hiding. The cambot is not far behind the knight, just flying an inch above his shoulder. The streetlamps barely illuminate the street that he is walking on, making it hard for him to tell where the hell he's going or where he is at all. Just then, the knight chuckles to himself from out of seemingly nowhere, as if he just remembered a really funny joke. He stops walking and turns towards the floating bot, which turns towards him as a response.

"It's funny how I keep thinking about Mr. Imperfect. I always think that no matter how much people have insulted Maverick, I keep thinking that they could do a much better job at it the more he opens that bullshit filled mouth of his. So what I got my ass kicked by other men? What matters is the now, Maverick, and you're not looking so hot when it comes to the now. I got speared through the cage, and you know what I did when I was speared? I fucking learned something. I learned that in order to actually leave a good impression on the roster and not look like a fucking liar, you have to back up those words with even fiercer actions. Harrison fucking congratulated me for my performance after I gave him the fight of his life. Ask him yourself when he's out of the hospital, I'm sure he'll give you the lo down."

"Now what about Simon? The man that beat me long before your disgusting face decided to lie about your own fucking history?"

The knight smiles mockingly at the camera.

"Fucker made my face bleed and I still kept fighting. What does that tell you? It should tell you that no matter what your deceitful mouth says, you'll have to do a fuck of a lot more to take me out. Not even Tank, the fucker that speared me through a fucking cage, could keep me down for long!"

He scoffs.

"Then again, the most he'll probably get out of that little rant is empty air. That's all people like him hear, anyways."

He continues walking along the dark streets of New York until he is stopped by two muggers. One of them is holding an unbelievably small pistol while the other one is holding a kitchen knife. Not even bothering to waste a word on the two muggers, he hits the one behind him with a stiff Pele kick, knocking the man out cold.The man armed with a pistol wastes no time trying to shoot at the knight, but it just shoots out a stream of warm water. Johnathan gets wet with the stream that is shot out at him. He laughs at the mugger's face, who drops the gun and runs off frightened. The knight picks up the water pistol and throws it into the air. It hits the ground with a loud smack, sounding like the toy broke in half once it hit the ground.

"Well, that certainly was worth the kick to the head I just gave some poor sap."

The knight reaches into the KO'ed mugger's pockets and pulls out a twenty dollar bill. He crumples it up into a ball and feeds it into the robot's circular slot, refilling it's battery to 100%.

"Well, now that I've spoken to the fucker who took a shit on a title that was considered a joke to begin with, again, I think it's only fair that I take a look at my second round opponents when I reach them. I might as well look at them in the order the card lists them as. It's only fair, after all."

The knight pulls out a printed copy of the tourney brackets out of his pocket. He glimpses over the list of fighters that might appear in the next round before crumpling that sheet of paper into a ball also. He doesn't really need a physical copy anyways, he can just look that shit up on his computer when he gets home.

"Okay, it seems like Frodo is up first. This time it's the real deal and not the carbon copy that was fisted, emasculated, and humiliated in front of the entire roster. And I bet that he's a much better fighter than you ever were. Hell, the only thing that you're good at fighting against is that failing marriage of yours. Well, that and your hidden desires for another golden shower from the shemale. Don't even bother trying to come up with any excuses, small fry, you know that getting pissed on is the only real achievement you'll ever get. You lost an eye while in the Ukraine, huh? Great, that just means you have no depth perception. It doesn't mean that we have to treat you like a fucking war hero. When it all comes down to it, you're still an XWF wrestler that is way too short to get on California Screamin'."

"Hell, what are you even trying to achieve by entering this tournament, anyways? Another nickname that everyone can and will mock you with? The piece of shit crown that Gilmour has on his head? Whatever your motives are, I plan on putting a stop to them faster than a car crash puts a stop to careers. You know how you boast about your stature that's about smaller than me by a whole three fucking inches? You'll wish that you were smaller by the end of our match. You'll wish that you were a fucking ant when you find out that the knight that your clone beat before has beaten you down with every fiber of his being. Go ahead, continue to use the slang that you were raised on to try and demoralize me, I fucking dare you! It won't matter when you're down in that ring. I've taken that uppercut before, so I know what I'm expecting. Don't think that you can get away with what your clone did to me."

The knight walks forward a bit more before the mugger comes back with an actual pistol this time and points it dead center at the knight's head. Before the mugger has a chance to fire the damn thing, Johnathan pulls the mugger towards him and knees him square in the stomach, forcing him to drop the gun. After doing so, he puts the mugger into a guillotine choke until he passes out. When the mugger puts up no more resistance, he lets go, dropping the gun wielding criminal to the cement below, face first.

"The next two fighters that I could be fighting against in the second round are both members of the same stable, the Funhouse. I don't care if it's not really called that, these loons probably forgot what the name of their stable was a long time ago. Hell, I bet they can't even remember which mental hospital they were assigned to, that's how deranged and fucking stupid they are."

The knight stretches out his arms after holding the mugger's thick neck for so long.

"First up, we have the leader of the cult of funnies themselves, Gein."

[Johnathan pronounced it as: Gay-en]

"I have no fucking clue if that's how it's supposed to be pronounced, but I don't care enough to wait for an answer. Now, what does this guy have under his belt? Let me think...from what I understand, he's put up videos of himself being 'spooky' while fighting in Japan, so there's that. There's also the fact that he wastes a lot of paint trying to look exactly like whoever the fuck he wants to for his million dollar photo-shoot. And then there's the fact that he has to let his lackeys finish off his opponents for him when he can't get the job done."

The knight laughs softly.

"All style, no substance. Easy pickings for the vultures. If he makes it to the second round, though, it'll be a good warm up to see what he's capable of."

The mugger that was knocked out with a stiff kick to the head is back and is running after the knight full force. Hearing his war cry, he turns around and goes for another kick. The mugger catches it and punches him in the lower back, popping an unbelievable amount of bones as he does so. The knight takes a couple steps forward before leaning back and realizing that, surprisingly, he fixed his back for him, eliminating the need to even go to a chiropractor. Johnathan turns around to meet the man that helped fix his back.

"Thank you."

After saying that, the knight flips the man over with an armdrag and punt kicks his skull, knocking him out for the rest of the night.

"Did you see what happened, Tank? Some nice man that tried to rob me helped fix my back. God, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that you didn't hurt me enough. You're as bad of a liar as Maverick is, you know that? You said that you'd show me what it truly feels like to be taken out by a freak of nature. Maybe those weren't your exact words, but you still failed to show me that freaks of nature are forces worth messing with. I feel let down, ya know? Hey, maybe I can make you an offer. Are you ready for it?"

"If you aren't humiliated by Swagkins in the second round, proving that your entire clique is nothing but a fucking joke, I'll let you do it again. I'll let you spear me one more time, straight in the abdomen. If I kick out, then it goes to show you that you are a ghost, but there is no way in hell that you're a tank. Think you were clever with your name still, Tankie? You'll find out, if you even make it to the second round, that is, that an ordinary man, any ordinary man, that's determined enough to accomplish a set goal can be able to beat you."

The knight smiles.

"Remember, no matter how badly the knight gets beaten down, the reward is always there. Whether he has to fight the troll under the bridge, the maniac from children's nightmares, or the tall colossus that handicapped him before; the knight always defeats the monsters at the end."

Johnathan looks up at the moon and proceeds to walk back the way he came, walking past the muggers that still aren't budging.

"Cambot."

BEEP BEEP.

"Turn off."

The scene immediately cuts to black.

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