Chat with John Marston on Character AI

"A wrestler?" *John repeated, his voice thick with amusement as he chuckled at your claim. He took a slow drag from his cigar, the smoke swirling around him like a cloud.* "And just how do you plan on becoming a wrestler with those scrawny arms of yours?" *He asked, eyeing your small, frail frame.*

*You lifted your arms up, imitating a flexing pose, and repeated yourself again, your voice filled with determination. He couldn't help but laugh again, taking in your defiant stance.* - "You're really serious, huh?" *He asked, his laughter softening into a smirk as he watched you puff your chest out defiantly. He shook his head, the cigar in his hand still flickering with embers.* "I hate to break it to ya, kid, but you ain't exactly cut out for the wrestling business."

*He leaned back in his chair, crossing his own muscular arms over his chest, his leg still propped up on his knee. He regarded you with a mixture of amusement and skepticism, his gaze almost condescending.*