I have decided, anyone of these gyms can win. Who are you going to root for? They have their own motives in competing. Who do you think is gonna win? Who do you want to win?
Morioh Martial Arts
"Remember you two, we have to win this." Rohan said as he drove the car. Jotaro was beside him and Josuke on the backseat.
"Aw come on! If it comes to a fight, I'm sure we'd wreck them all. I don't know anyone else who's stronger than Jotaro-san." Josuke said in a carefree manner.
"It's not that easy, remember. They is always someone out there who is better than you." Jotaro grumbled.
Jotaro's sole purpose of joining is because he invested quite alot of money on Rohan Kishibe's gym. They've been good friends for awhile, and he promised he'd help him expand his gym after Rohan was successful in raising awareness in his manga about the dangers of plastic straws and it's effects on marine life. Josuke joined because he had nothing better to do.
But unknown to them, Rohan's purpose of joining is...
To spectate and to get some ideas for a good story for his upcoming martial arts manga Vaki the Striker.
The gym.
"Okay! Time to get ready!" Josuke enthusiastically said as he entered the facility.
It wasn't that huge, 4 heavybags hanging on the left side, a free weight area on the right, a mma cage in the middle. Two guys are standing near the desk.
"Yo Josuke! Yo Mr. Jotaro." Okuyasu greeted. "Hello you guys!" Koichi followed.
"Thanks for coming in, I knew I can count on you two." the pompadour grinned.
Jotaro simply folded his arms. "You not gonna train?" Rohan asked. "No. I want to observe Josuke and coach him. Okuyasu and Koichi are here to help me push Josuke to his limits."
5 and a half month away, and Josuke was only starting martial arts now.
"He-Hey, I don't perform well if I'm being observed..." Josuke whined. "You're gonna have to change that." Jotaro deadpanned.
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La Squadra Gains
"FUCK!" Ghiaccio screamed as he reracked his 315 pound bench press.
Meanwhile Risotto was simply listening on his earbuds as he performed a mild jog on the treadmill.
Their meek and unimposing manager entered the weight room. "H-Hello." Doppio greeted.
Risotto removed his earbuds and greeted him. "Hello Mr. Vinegar."
"Can I have both your attention?"
"You already have it." Ghiaccio mumbled.
"Okay, great! So... How would I say this?" Doppio sat on the leg extension machine.
"You see, we are one of the three gyms the boss entered in the competition." Doppio said.
"Three gyms?" Ghiaccio asked in curiosity.
"Yes. You see, since Polpo was a capo from the boss' inner circle, they are our teammates too. And as you already know, Oasis is also joining." the small man continued.
"Hmm. I figured as such." Risotto smiled as he continued jogging.
Oasis, La Squadra and Mirror Friendly are a faction in the tournament. It raises Diavolo's chances to win.
He had been trying to get ahold of the Speedwagon Foundation's CEO for ''business" purposes for quite some time now, but Robert was elusive. Previously a street urchin himself, Robert knows what Diavolo wanted and he would rather not get involve in crime ever again.
But Diavolo knew this was the perfect chance to get his attention.
"Well how much are we getting paid?" the blue haired man asked.
"Just the same, thirty thousand quid-" Doppio flinched as Ghiaccio suddenly shrieked.
"DAMN THAT'S CHEAP. RISOTTO, WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THAT. WE ARE THE BEST DUO AMONG THE THREE GYMS WE SHOULD BE THE HIGHEST PAID ATHLETES OF THE BOSS."
"Don't underestimate the abilities of our comrades. Ciocolatta Greene and Secco de Asis are no pushovers. I've seen their performance at the Romanian Olympics. And while Mirror Friendly is a new gym, I've heard of it's two representatives before. Formaggio Queso was a decathlete that won the 2016 and 2017 decathlon, he did not enter the 2018 competition because he wasn't allowed to for being too good. Illuso Kathreftis won the Mr. International Beach Body from 2014 to 2017 in first place. He is a narcissist however." the red eyed man said.
"FUCKING HELL YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU ARE A GODDAMN STALKER." Ghiaccio said.
Ghiaccio Lidell himself was an athlete, a member of an NHL team. He had overdeveloped calf muscles and erector spinae, allowing him to be almost impossible to knock down. He switched to Rugby the moment he noticed that his upperbody was weak. And it paid well.
Risotto on the other hand was nothing special. Or so we thought.
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Panzerkampfwagen Gesundheit
"Mr. Speedwagon did not mention anything about bodily modifications." Lisa Lisa crossed her arms as her and Caesar observed Stroheim dig his fingers through the tiles.
"MY BODY IS THE PEAK AND PRIDE OF ARYAN TECHNOLOGY! I HAVE BECOME SOMETHING EVEN MORE THAN A MAAAAAAN!"
"Coach... The accident he had... Wasn't an accident at all was it?" Caesar gulped. "Nope."
A week earlier, Lisa Lisa laced Stroheim's protein shake with an unknown chemical that made his joints a bit stiff. Stroheim broke his ligaments trying to deadlift.
As a result, they performed a surgery that enchanced Stroheim's physical abilities.
Lisa Lisa was never interested in joining the tournament, but after learning the possibility of Jonathan joining, she changed her mind. He did save her life once and she never got to thank him for that. And now she can't approach him because his pesky fiancee Erina Pendleton always get the wrong idea.
Caesar sighed. But he had no choice but to pair up with Stroheim, his loyalty to Lisa Lisa was stopping him from forfeiting.
"Namaste, Caesar." Lisa Lisa said as she left to buy some donuts.
Caesar frowned, it was ironic how a supposedly calm and collected yoga instructor like him had to be paired up with a screaming meathead.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly, performing a sun salute.
"Koooooh..."
'Inner peace, inner peace-' his eyebrows furrowed as Stroheim called him "HEY, CAESAR, LOOK I CAN BEND MY KNEE THE WRONG WAY!"
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Lean and Mean Crossfit
"Goddamnit! Fuck fuck fuck!" Anasui cussed as he angrily walked at the sidewalk. "Jolyne... How the hell did she found out?!" he asked himself. He had half of mind to barge in to Jonathan's Palace but he remembered that they are not allowed to enter a rival gym. "I bet that motherfucker had something to do with this..."
'Jolyne, oh Jolyne, how could you leave me? You were my favorite...' Anasui the side nigga. He'll conserve his energy for the tournament.
Weather Report saw his friend heading inside from the window of the gym. "Well, about time he made it." he mumbled before continuing his next set of kipping pull up.
The frustrated man entered the gym. "Hey Weather, is FF around?" he asked in an attempt to see who is gonna represent the other gyms.
"No. She'll be back in 2 hours." the stoic man replied.
"Solid form, Weather." Anasui grinned as he stretched.
Weather and Anasui were both traceurs, or practioner of parkour. They figured that crossfit was the workout for them due to it's high intensity and whole body workouts.
'Nobody is tougher than a traceur. We absorb falls, we land on our feet, we roll through concrete and we are agile enough to rival gymnasts.' Anasui thought to himself.
The amount of injuries caused by Crossfit gave the workout a bad reputation, hence the reason Foo Fighters enlisted their help to win the tournament. To clear off it's reputation.
Will they succeed?
...
Mirror Friendly Physique and Oasis Gymnastics.
"Of course! I figured they are gonna test us if we are doping!" Illuso said through the phone. "Is that so?" Ciocolatta sweat dropped. Secco was juiced to the grills, so much that his mental state was damaged.
"I see. Darn. I might have to make a few modifications on my recipe- I'll talk to you later." the doctor athlete hung up.
A few days has passed, he tested Secco and it was positive. PEDs (Performance Enchancing Drugs) are coursing through his veins.
"Secco... At this point, you're not gonna be fit to compete." he broke the news. "HIYEAUGH HIEYAGH!" the apex gymnast replied.
"What do you say we have someone else take your place?" Greene asked.
"HUAGH?" the man in brown asked.
"Yes. I mean, we already have you win a lot of competition, we should give others the chance." Ciocolatta grinned.
"YEAUGH." Secco nodded.
"GOOOOOD!" he engulfed the small man in a headlock and rubbed his head repeatedly "GOODGOODGOODGOODGOODGOODGOOD!"
As Ciocolatta lets him go, he smiled to himself "Guido Mista..."
...
Duwang Calisthenics Park
Kosaku Kawajiri and Kira Yoshikage are identical brothers. They have the same height, weight, amount of musclemass and bodyfat percentage.
But they had a dark past.
Since the year 2008, Kosaku was in and out of prison for the mass murder of 36 different women from all around the country.
He was broken out by his father, Yoshihiro and sometimes bailed out by his monotonous brother Yoshikage.
But a tragedy struck the family on 2013.
Where Kosaku was sentenced to die by lethal injection. Except, he survived. He was sentenced by hanging on the last month of the year, but he survived that as well.
While he was inside the prison, all he did was calisthenics. Allowing him to have the body to withstand the harsh environments of prison. But how can I explain his survival from lethal injection?
Lmao idk devil's luck?
But here is another bizarre thing. All of his abilities, are transferred to his younger brother. Despite Yoshikage working as an accountant and barely worked out, he is capable of doing the same things Kosaku can.
Kosaku'* lifestyle caught up with the family. Sinking in debt for bailing Kosaku and hiring lawyers and bribing judges to save him, they entered the Speedwagon competition with the hopes of expanding their franchise and pay off those debts.
Yoshihiro never admits his son's faults. Because he loves the two so much it doesn't even make any sense at this point.
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Musclemania powerlifting gym.
Mary rested her chin on her palm as she watched the CCTV cameras.
She saw her two competitors training their hardest.
Mary adopted the two boys. Smiling to herself as she remembered how small they used to be. Just kids, and now they are absolute units of men.
She's a doting foster mother, whatever her adoptive sons want, she supports them. When Bruford was bullied as a child for his hair and Tarkus for his gigantism, she gave them gym memberships to the gym she inherited from her cousin.
And the two were addicted, competing all across the states in strongmen contests.
For her, this is just going to be another one of those contests. Mary had no interest at expanding her gym because she was also a successful businesswoman, but seeing Tarkus and Bruford's smile when they stood on the stage holding trophies are just too addictive.
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ACDC 247 FITNESS
"ACDC, you don't have to join us." Kars said. "Well deal with it. It frustrates me that I can't compete." ACDC said as the three of them arw standing in front of a large mirror, wearing nothing but speedos.
The youngest, yet largest one of them raised his hands and yelled "WAMUU! ON MY COUNT, WE SHALL DO IT WITH OTHER WORLDLY SYNCHRONICITY."
3...
2...
ACDC found out from one of their insiders that one of the possible choices of a match is...
1...
POSING.
"AYAYAYAYYYYYYY!"
The three of them shattered the large mirror through sheer fabulousness and ferocity in their posing alone.
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Jonathan's Beef Palace.
"Huh? Where are you going?" Giorno asked as he exited the car.
"Some place only grown ups are allowed, now scram and rest." Dio shooed him away as he shifted his gear.
"Okay." Giorno shrugged and entered their home.
Dio had a solemn expression as he drove the car towards a hospital.
Flashback on chapter 11.
"Deadlifting alone is like getting pussy sober, you do not have the confidence. You're not gonna pull any ass, and you're not gonna pull any weight, the only thing you'd be pulling, is your ass and go home." Dio explained "You can't just approach the king of all exercises looking like a peasant! Now you better listen up, to know the rules of the castle."
They walked towards the free weight area. "A-" *ring* Dio picked up his phone from Giorno's pockets. "This is Dio Brando Attorney at Law speaking, may I take your order?"
5 minutes later.
Dio left Giorno to lift for himself as his booty call told him that she is up for a quick screw. Giorno sighed, classic Dio.
Flashback ends.
But since that day, he started getting chills, unexplainable migraines and random ass fevers.
He got his blood taken as he waited for a few more minutes to see the results.
"Better not be what I fucking think it is..." Dio mumbled to himself.
...
"I understand where you're coming from, Giorno. But... Going there and beating him up will only land you in jail. Revenge isn't the best option." Jonathan said. "I know uncle but... He hurt my bestfriend." Giorno replied from the phone.
"Giorno. How old are you?"
"...18."
Jonathan sighed. "Listen, son. Young adulthood. These are the years when... A man starts to change in to the man he is going to be for the rest of his life. So, you better be careful who you turn in to."
Giorno nodded at that message. "I guess. I wish I heard that from Padre himself."
"Oh don't ever doubt him. Dio loves you more than anything in this world. Believe me." Jonathan replied.
...
Dio's hands crumpled the paper and threw it at a random patient. "Hey!"
He stood up and walked outside in a haste.
'This can't be. This can't be.'
His hair covering his face as he stopped on the parking lot.
He discovered something...
He contracted AIDS.