"Since this federation actually has a knight at bay, everyone has nothing to fear anymore. That is, except for the wenches and those that wish to commit themselves to said wenches, but they will be eliminated soon enough. For honor!"

Boo!

Socrates throws popcorn at Knight.

The Greeks do have a pretty long history of not caring for empiricism.

Johnathan just laughs at Socrates' attempt to intimidate him. He sweeps off any popcorn that stuck to his chest.

"This is the kind of welcome I get, eh? All just for making my presence known. Well then, philosopher, consider yourself on my shit list."

The Knight smirks at the inane one. Amused that someone has interest in him for a change.

"I'm at bay because, at this time of day, the bay is the most relaxing place to be. Free from wenches and whoever dares to annoy me back in Baltimore. Oh, and womenfolk are much, much different than the wenches I am describing. You see, womenfolk have the decency to take care of their husbands and children. These creatures dare to show off their bodies in such a manner that would make a priest sob to death. My goal is to get them out of here. As for all who oppose me; they will not survive nightfall."

"Well, well, well, we seem to have a feisty one here."

He laughs in a very mocking manner.

"I'll have you know that there are such a thing as maidens. Believe it or not, one doesn't have to be married to be labeled as a maiden. It might seem tough to take into account, but if your thick skull manages to thin out within a small time-frame, then you'll be able to notice that women can exist as womenfolk in that manner.

Then again, women is too nice of a word for creatures like those, yourself included. Maybe 'whore' would suit you better? I don't know about you, but I like it already. The priests that aren't subjected to those blasphemous lies are crying because they cannot believe that anyone would willingly dress in their bra and panties to attract someone."

Johnathan's smile fades.

"Who's the fucking moron now, wench?"

(08-17-2014, 01:43 PM)AerialKnight Said: Believe it or not, one doesn't have to be married to be labeled as a maiden.

If I may be pedantic, maiden actually means unmarried...

Semantics aside, I like the cut of your jib. Don't pay any mind to this women's libber. She's been clunge-dunked many times out of marriage so she can't help reacting when she sees people pull her card. It's like she instinctually raised her hand in class when you said 'wench'.

Quote:If I may be pedantic, maiden actually means unmarried...

"Ah, my mistake. I will try to be more careful when I see a woman spew more fucks in one sentence than the Iron Sheik."

His smile returns.

"And thank you, Sir Nero. I believe that this cretin didn't have much thought put into her insults, either."

"You're still talking? Okay, you stupid whore, I'm just about done with you."

He sighs deeply.

"Catholic Christians have very stern beliefs about how women should behave and dress. I see that you're not willing to stick to those beliefs. So, in order to shut your mouth and to get you out of my face, I'll tell you this: decent womenfolk and maidens do not talk back to figures of authority, something I can tell you have done multiple times before. They provide for their families, their soldiers, and those that just might need it. Wenches like you decide that 'Hey, how about I dress like a prostitute and attack men for no good reason?'"

He laughs softly, as if he just won an argument.

"I bet you can see where that leads you. If the alcohol has wiped out any common sense you have left, I'll just tell you outright. It leads you to fucked up mental states like the one you're in right now. Men have advantages over types like you. They have common sense, while you seem to lack it."

He clears his throat, his cheery persona returning.

"Now, would you kindly go back to the whore house where you came from?"

It's a shame you let your Daddy issues spoil your first encounter with Sir Johnathan, Madam Pendershore. He's the kind of chap who I'm sure would've given you some guidance had you not come out with your back up.

They say you can never make a first impression twice. Sour about your luck.

Johnathan raises an eyebrow.

"So, it's a fight you want, eh? I thought for sure my debut match would've been against the philosopher, but whatever. My answer remains the same, regardless of your idiotic words. I will not fight on a wenches terms."

He smirks.

"Maybe if you suck up to the management well enough, you'll be able to actually get into the ring with me. But then again, wenches don't fight for honor..."

A small pause...

"...they fight just to get impregnated."

This Johnathan guy is a real pain in the ass. If you want him to leave you alone, Olive, I will surely make you pregnant. That will make it so he gets what he wants, you get what you want (muh dick), and the world can go back to perfect harmony!

#TheySayImADreamer
#ButImNotTheOnlyOne
#LemmeGetYouPregnant

His smirk turns into a full blown smile.

"You know, people like you aren't helping my point. Maybe your head should think about other things that don't involve impregnating whores."

I'm spreading my genes, bro. I'm doing this for us... all of us. It's the most heroic thing anyone here has ever done. Ya bunch of do-nothing freeloaders.

bababooey!

He giggles.

Haha. That showed him.

Johnathan just throws his arms up, all while laughing softly.

"I think I'm going to like it here. Tell you what, spread your genes to much fairer maidens than this whore. I'm sure it'll do your future children well not to know who this creature is."

He shakes his head.

"By the way, philosopher, I'm not sure how that was supposed to show me anything other than he's misguided. Care to elaborate?"

Sorry I don't understand, English isn't my first language!

He smiles, and cartwheels away.

He clicks his tongue before walking away.

"Figures."

Johnathan stops dead in his tracks. He turns back to Olive with an annoyed look in his eyes.

"You never learned when to shut up, did you? Honorable fighters know when is a good time to speak. This is not one of those times. I'd waste more of my time with you, but I'd be more interested talking to a roll of duct tape than your whiny ass."

"...Fine then, I accept your challenge. Just good luck trying to get me down for three seconds. Pussy."

I'd wager a bet that she could get you down for three seconds and it would take her even less time than that to do it. You are nothing more than a pus infected donkey with the moral fiber of a disposable douche.

Enjoy getting your ass kicked by a girl.

Pussy.

He smiles again; this time at Tommy Gunn's quips toward's Johnathan's personality.

"You know, Sir Gunn, I can't help but think that you aren't that much different from me. From what little you said, you've done nothing but act like a, and I quote 'pus infected donkey with the moral fiber of a disposable donkey.' If you wish to support this whore in our eventual match, be that way. Just shut up and watch honorably."

He turns around.

"Now, if no one else has anything else to offer, I should be going to prepare for my debut. Good day."

Pest and Barbie stroll into the area, she is wearing a short tattered skirt that's ripped shorter, and a tattered pink and black striped sweater, with an iron collar around her neck, there is a chain connected, with Pest holding the other end.

Pest:Barbie, dear. Tell this man politely who the King is here, and how he should fall in line.

Barbie:The King is Pest. The Dildo Crown reigns supreme. Sir, Knight, you should kneel at the feet of our Lord and Ruler.

Pest:Good girl.

Johnathan can't help but bust a gut.

"'King' Pest, I know better than to bow towards a king with a crown that's just exuding desperation. Are you trying to hide something? It looks like you are to me!"

(08-17-2014, 03:49 PM)AerialKnight Said: Johnathan stops dead in his tracks. He turns back to Olive with an annoyed look in his eyes.

"You never learned when to shut up, did you? Honorable fighters know when is a good time to speak. This is not one of those times. I'd waste more of my time with you, but I'd be more interested talking to a roll of duct tape than your whiny ass."

An honorable fighting knight with no sign of chivalry.... You seem confused, my friend.

Please, take my card.

(08-17-2014, 04:22 PM)AerialKnight Said: Johnathan can't help but bust a gut.

"'King' Pest, I know better than to bow towards a king with a crown that's just exuding desperation. Are you trying to hide something? It looks like you are to me!"

Pest:The name is WG WF. Use it. As for what I'm hiding. I'm hiding my face behind a mask. I'm hiding my disdain for this federation behind actually being here. And I'm hiding Barbie's staple wounds with a well placed Mini Skirt. Would you like to see them? She's 16, so it's all good.

((OOC: Geez, with all of these responses in one day, I would be led to believe that I created a good character. But I know that can't be true, 'cause he's an absolute jackass! :P))

Johnathan grabs the doctor's card before putting it in his pocket. He might be a heel, but he wouldn't tear up a doctor's card right in front of his face.

"I'll see you in the ring, stupid whore."

With that, he walks away.