The rain wasn't as strong as it was 4 hours earlier.
"REALLY? YOU WILL JOIN, MR. JOESTAAAAR?!" Jonathan withdrew his ear from the phone and decided to put it on speaker instead. He is driving after all. "Yes, I am! Now care to tell me what's gonna happen if my gym wo-" Robert hanged up on him.
Jonathan glanced on the phone. "Huh. How rude."
His eyes returned to the road "OH MY-"
He quickly stepped on the break.
Polnareff's eyes widened "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed as Jonathan's car halted, it went closer to him as the brakes can't stop the momentum that quick. Jonathan banged his head on the wheel because of inertia while the bumper of his car nudged Polnareff, who was standing on one leg for some reason. The car pushed Polnareff slightly, causing him to sprain his ankle.
...
"Robert had been waiting for his bestfriend to join. The Speedwagon Foundation had put up tournaments on different establishments to offer them a chance to spread out their branches worldwide, most notably the IRON CHEF COOK OFF where 8 small time diners fought for the prize of expanding their businesses.
Robert had always wanted to help Jonathan's Beef Palace to expand but Jonathan himself declined it. Knowing that he would accept Robert's help if he won it fair and square, he decided why not put out a tournament for gyms?" Speedwagon narrated to himself.
He smiled and looked at the list of the contenders:
ACDC 247 FITNESS -
Manager: Adrian Cornelius Dwayne Crisostomo
Jr. Contender: Wamuu Williams
Sr. Contender: Kars Rafiki Shazir
Morioh Martial Arts -
Manager: Rohan Kishibe
Jr. Contender: Josuke Higashikata
Sr. Contender: Jotaro Kujo
La Squadra Gains -
Manager: Doppio Vinegar
Jr. Contender: Risotto Nero
Sr. Contender: Ghiaccio Lidell
Panzerkampfwagen Gesundheit -
Manager: Lisa Lisa Straights
Jr. Contender: Caesar Zeppeli
Sr. Contender: Rudolph von Stroheim
Oasis Gymnastics -
Manager: Diavolo Naso
Jr. Contender: Secco De Asis
Sr. Contender: Ciocolatta Greene
Mirror Friendly Physique -
Manager: Polpo Ploplo
Jr. Contender: Illuso Kathréftis
Sr. Contender: Formaggio Queso
Lean and Mean Crossfit -
Manager: Foo Fighters
Jr. Contender: Anasui Narciso
Sr. Contender: Weather Report
Musclemania Powerlifting Gym -
Manager: Mary Queens
Jr. Contender: Bruford Ford
Sr. Contender: Tarkus English
Duwang Calisthenics Park -
Manager: Yoshihiro Kira
Jr. Contender: Yoshikage Kira
Sr. Contender: Kosaku Kawajiri
He smiled and wrote:
JBCP:
Manager: Jonathan Joestar.
Robert pondered about the name IRON MAN TOURNAMENT. Until an idea popped in his head "WOAAAH! I KNOW! I'LL CALL IT 'SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST."
...
"Yeah... I mean, there was this blonde guy who fought me. I was just having fun working out with his son but he was overprotective and stuff." Josuke mumbled as he curled the dumbbell. "I think I know the guy you're talking about." Jotaro said, writing a poem about leatherback sea turtles.
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"YEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH! I ACCEPT! AS LONG AS I CAN REPRESENT MY COUNTRY!" Stroheim screamed, causing his employer to cover her ears. "Yeah, well you had no choice anyway since I already wrote your name as a participant." Lisa Lisa sighed as she sat down on her computer desk.
"... Do I really have to be paired with him?" Caesar asked, sulking at the corner of the office room.
"OF COURSE! WE'RE LIKE... HITLER AND MUSSOLINI. AXIS BROTHERS." Stroheim yelled at him.
...
"I'll be back in a minute!" Anasui told his hoe as he went out of the bedroom. He answered the phone angrily "What do you want, Weather?!" he whispered angrily.
"About the tournament? I already know! Stop being a goddamn cockblock!"
...
"Well well, I guess I'll be leaving my cell for a while." Polpo said as other inmates stepped aside as he made his way out to the cafeteria. "It's only been a week since my gym was established and I already have the Foundation offering me this opportunity." he smiled to himself as he made his way to his table.
...
"Don't worry, Secco... Just keep on training! I'm already finished with the first batch of... Mold!" Ciocolatta giggled to himself as he poured a strange green liquid from a beaker to a container.
...
"WHY THE FUCK DOES THAT SPEEDWAGON GUY KEPT MISPRONOUNCING MY SURNAME?! IT'S LIDELL! LEE- DEL! NOT FUCKING LIE-DEL! ALL THAT MONEY CAN'T HELP HIM FROM ILLITERACY GODFUCKINGDAMNIT!" Ghiaccio screamed uncontrollably as he angrily brushed his teeth.
...
"Well, I mean-" Mary was interrupted as a loud bang hit the ground. It was a 200 kg. barbell. "No need to doubt, boss. We are the fittest." Tarkus reassured her arrogantly. Bruford said nothing as he removed his 30 kg weight vest.
"Heh. I guess you are strong, you had the hurricane named after you, after all. Wow, that is redundant." Mary said to herself.
...
His huge hands shook with excitement "Very good. Very good indeed." his tall muscular frame walked past the mirror "I've been waiting to test myself against others. And this is the perfect opportunity."
Wamuu glanced at the clock "I'm expecting a nice fight."
...
*BLAG*
"Argh!" Giorno groaned and rubbed his head. He fell asleep sitting on his unstable PC gamer chair (he doesn't own a PC however)
"Ughh..." he glanced at the window. The hurricane Tarkus was starting to disappear.
The young blonde was unaware of what's gonna happen in the future. "I'll see you soon, Jolyne."