TLDR: Bring a buddy to the bar, the lone-wolf approach works just fine but if you don't have the frame or confidence to go toe to toe with a girl's baby bitch boy supplicators then a friend can help.

The Players:

Myself: 6'5" ex college athlete, only person in the group who knows anything about RP principles.

Mate #1 Chris: 6'6" ex college athlete.

Mate #2 John: 6'2" ex college athlete, former marine, crazy motherfucker.

Ali: Tiny and cute HB8 maybe 8.5.

Billy: Her orbiting friend.

Context:

Chris had seen Ali across the bar, checked her out thoroughly and decided to go for it (he's a love at first sight kind of gentleman, im working on it but lost causes do exist). He managed to separate her from her friends, some nondescript uninteresting girls and Billy, and was chatting her up. Even from the across the bar I could see major IOI's, she was going home with him if he didn't say or do anything stupid. However, while Chris was chatting up his friend Ali (the girl whose honor he'd charged himself with protecting) Billy was boiling over with righteous fury, he wanted to interfere, but he didn't have a good enough reason yet (this was also easily visible from across the bar).

He didn't have a reason to interfere yet until Chris picked tiny Ali up by her waist, (he said later it was to prove a point about how miniature she was, who really knows) and Billy's fury hit a crescendo.

As soon as Billy was in motion toward Chris, I nudged John and let him know that we were about to have to intervene and so we started strolling over. When we got there we heard Billy saying something like "Don't pick my friend up what the fuck that's so fucking weird man blah blah blah" (she had loved being picked up and was loving the idea of a fight starting over her, girl looked like the Cheshire fucking Cat). When John and I arrived I clapped an arm over Billy's tiny shoulders and we led him away from Chris (preventing the cockblock and defusing things) and had a little conversation with him, this is where we probably fucked up.

I said "listen I understand you want to seem like a tough guy but your friend over there is enjoying herself, she clearly enjoyed being picked up, and the fact of the matter is..." and here I got interrupted by John who said (this is verbatim I shit you not) "the fact of the matter is that if any more words come shooting out of your cunt mouth I will rip open your meat shirt and show you your fucking heart". Billy left hurriedly, John Chris and I walked back to our table with Ali in tow. Five minutes later Billy comes back with a bouncer, he'd told on us, we were all asked to leave, but Ali came with. She's in Chris' room right now (ha, AWALT).

Lessons Learned:

  1. White-knights will attempt to cockblock you with reckless abandon, if you can't deal with it on your own (which Chris could not have) bring a buddy to run interference.
  2. If you lonewolf it and run into this same situation, downplay and defuse, make the white-knight into a joke and hold your frame.
  3. AWALT, Ali didn't give a flying fuck about Billy or her friendship with him, she was too busy swooning.
  4. Don't hold a white-knight to any standard of manhood. They will tell on you, they will cock-block you, they think they're doing the right thing and saving their friends.

Edit for backstory: Since everyone seems to like John I'll say a bit more about him. He is an insane person, every nutty experience I've ever had in my life has involved him getting us into trouble. He is a scary fucking guy, played football in college, currently he's a powerlifter, he's mum on his service but he's been shot twice and we're all pretty sure he's killed more than a few people. Contrary to what this story might lead you to believe he is not a fight starter but he is a fight finisher. He will go to bat for any of his friends over anything, he's who you want at your back no matter what. He's not the most physically attractive guy but women flock to him (HB9's regularly) I assume because of his overwhelming presence alone, emulating him got me a fuckload of strange before I ever stumbled upon TRP.