Name: Dio B. Joestar
Blood type: AB
Height: 192 cm
Weight: 106 kg
Results:
Gonnorhea: Negative
Syphilis: Negative
HIV: POSITIVE
Genital Herpes: Negative
Warts: Negative
AIDS: POSITIVE
"Fuck it, I'm going to train."
...
After closing the door, he opened the lights. Dio stared bravely at the weights. "When you're stressed, bench press." he said out loud at the empty gym.
It was counter productive to train while ill. Dio knows that himself. But he can't help it.
'I am... Gonna fucking die huh?' he gritted his teeth as sweat flowed through his forehead. Heavy barbell going up and down.
Most people would think about what about the things they left behind. Most would lose hope, lose faith, and realize what's the point of going on.
But not Dio. The man smiled.
'I can't wait to win the tournament. But JoJo and my kid must not know about this... I'll only tell them after I won. Just so I can brag about winning the Iron Man tournament while dying.' he reracked the weight. Classic Dio ego.
He went on an arm support plank and did pushups.
'AIDS. All I Desire is Sex. And now it bit my ass... Fuck, I didn't even know I was HIV positive!' Dio had no regrets however. Why would you regret something when at one time it was exactly what you wanted?
He stood up and lets out a glorious roar "WRYYYYYYYYYYYY-"
"Anyways, Jon said this is the pla-" A man with a beanie and some cosplayer on a sailor outfit entered the gym but they immediately stopped moving the moment they saw a blonde buff guy screaming.
"Mr. Jon didn't tell us this place is haunted!" The sailor guy yelled. "No, you idiot." the thin one said.
"Hey. Uhh, yeah. This gym was supposed to be closed. So if you could get the fuck out?" the beanie guy said.
"Excuse fucking you, I am the brother of this gym's owner. Who the fuck are you?" Dio asked.
"I'm a distant relative and an instructor he hired. Johnny Joestar. Odd that I haven't heard of you." Johnny asked. "Probably because you're DEAF. And who is this YMCA sailor guy?" the buff blonde rudely asked.
"Oh! I am an ex navy seal, I'm here to coach people in grappling arts. Name's Josuke Higashikata. But just call me Joshua." Josuke smiled.
"I'm gonna call you gappy." Dio said.
"How rude." the ex navy seal frowned.
"Anyways, we're here to check out the gym. We're going to be training this gym's representatives in martial arts." Johnny shrugged after rereading the contract.
"I am a representative and I don't need your help!" Dio yelled.
"How can you be so sure?" the ex navy seal asked.
"I am very good at Booth Boxing. Even the owner, Jonathan Joestar, stood no chance against me." he proudly boasted.
"Whatever. Look, he hired us and we're gonna do our jobs." Johnny said and turned around to leave. "Yeah nice meeting your acquaintance." Gappy said and followed his friend.
Dio simply watched them leave "Fucking nuisance..."
But he went in to a deep thought. He knows he is going to have to train harder. All his life, he always trained by himself, he weightlifted alone, without any personal trainer or so. So he knows how easy it is to train alone, because you can stop at your own leisure. Whilst being trained by someone else will push you to keep going even if you are tired.
He slowly grabbed his phone.
...
Ciocolatta grinned, Polpo just sent him a message that he will buy hsome of his fast recovery "supplements" on behalf of somebody.
...
Unknown to Dio, Giorno was training hard at home.
100 pushups, strict form. 25 Pike pushups. 3 minute plank. 200 squats.
It was counter productive, but he couldn't help it. He's so sure, that Anasui was going to be incredibly fit. He knows Anasui was a jock, even though he sucks and fails as a linebacker, he is still fitter than the average person. Compared to Giorno who only started a few months or so.
Giorno needs to train harder than ever if he wants to catch up.
'I will, beat you, in a fair match...' the words of his uncle engraved to his heart. Beating him up won't be as satisfying compared to winning against him.
He was so hyped, he shadowboxed to the air, with shitty form of course.
"I will surpass you. When the time comes!" Giorno yelled.
Knowing full well that one of the possible matchups was martial arts, he has to be ready.
Next day.
He wasn't ready for this at all.
He was lying down the ground with drool leaving his mouth.
'Hello, my name is Giorno Giovanna. You might be wondering how I ended up in this situation. Well it's a funny story. Kinda...'
Flashback
"Woah, I didn't know we had another room here that is this big!" Giorno beamed in enthusiasm. Dio behind him and Jonathan in front.
He could see a giant mat spread across the room. And a heavybag. And two long wall mirrors parallel to each other.
"Of course! This is going to be an MMA training ground for you two!" Jonathan smiled. "JoJo, I already know booth boxing. I even beat you!" Dio protested.
Jonathan tilted his head, his adoptive brother looks a little paler than usual. "You cheated by gouging my eye though."
"WRYYYYYY!"
A guy with a beanie wearing a white hoodie cut off and jogging pants entered the room.
"Hi, my name is Johnny Joesta-"
"OH MY GOODNESS! IT'S AXL ROSE!" Giorno screamed. "SON, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU LIKE GUNS N ROSES WE COULD HAVE BONDED OVER THAT!" Dio yelled.
"G-Guys, it's Johnny Joestar. My third cousin-" Jonathan then explained his relationship wit Johnny and what his purpose is.
He was a retired K1 fighter with a record of 8-2 and 8 KOs. And he's going to teach them basic kickboxing.
He wore a pair of boxing gloves and asked Giorno to hit him.
"Hey Johnny. Can you do me a favor?" Dio asked as Jonathan left.
"What?" he asked irritably.
"Can you just scream 'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, WE HAVE FUN AND GAMES'"
"No." Johnny flatly replied.
Giorno just stared at him 'I don't care how good this guy is, it's unfair to let me punch him when I'm not wearing gloves.' he stared at his own fist. 'I've become stronger...'
Giorno continued to observe him 'I don't mean to brag much but I'm even broader than him, shoulder wise... He is thinner than me.'
"Hey! Are you deaf or do you have trouble following instructions?" Johnny asked.
"Hey. Take it easy. My son is retarded." Dio informed Johnny. "Wait, he is?" Johnny asked in shock.
"No I am not! Okay! Here I come!" Giorno sprinted towards Johnny. He reared his fists back and punched Johnny's chest with all his strength.
But it did absolutely nothing to him.
"I feel like a fly just landed on me." Johnny monotonously said before delivering a nonchalant straight punch to Giorno's face, knocking the cornets out of his hair.
"OOF!" Giorno landed on his face with a thud.
Flashback ends.
"Heh. Anyone can beat up a mentally disabled kid." Dio cracked his knuckles. "Hey!" Giorno weakly protested.
"But how would you do against the lion of this gym? Welcome to the Jungle, Axl Rose. You knocked out this Sweet Child O Mine, and made him knock on Heaven's Door. But let's see h-"
"I am not Axl Rose!" Johnny protested.
Dio started shuffling his feet "Booth Boxing..."
He threw a jab and it hit Johnny in the face. "OOF!"
"Hah! How about this one?!" Dio threw another job but this time it was to his stomach. It had no effect.
"MUDA!" Dio unleashed a straight hand that landed square on Johnny's jaw, but it did knock him down.
Johnny landed with a thud. "Y-You got me there."
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. I banged your mom, now it hurts when I pee." Dio said as he continued bouncing up and down.
But to their surprise, Johnny immediately stands up and kicked Dio in the thigh.
"Ow! You fuck!" Dio grunted but as he kneeled down to grab his own thigh, Johnny stopped short of kneeing him. "You are mistaken if you think all there is in a fight is punching. You can knee, elbow, headbutt, throw." Johnny raised his foot and pushed Dio's headback with his toe "And kick."
Dio angrily got back up and continued bouncing on his feet. But as he twisted his hips to land a thunderous right cross, Johnny chopped his thigh with his shin in a perfect low kick.
"WRYYYY!" Dio winced and missed the punch, landing on the floor with his chest.
"You son of a bitch!" Dio grunted but he stayed down.
"The best counter to a punch is a kick to the leg. Power comes from the ground, travels through your legs to your arms and finally to your fists. If you disrupt the legs, the punch becomes unstable." Johnny nonchalantly mentioned.
Giorno can only stare with fascination and shock.
"I am a black belt in Kyokushin Karate." Johnny mentioned. "Belts are useless. All they do is hold your pants up." Dio snarked.
"You're right. It meant nothing. But let me finish. The reason your punches don't hurt my body is because of our conditioning." Johnny lamented.
"Conditioning?" Giorno repeated. "You just repeated it, I knew you were retarded." Dio scolds.
"We encouraged micro fractures in our body, we hit our sternum and ribs constantly with our fists, we punch woods and kick them too. Those micro fractures heal and make the bones even denser. The nerves also deaden and allows you to endure blows over time." Johnny explained.
"So you're gonna condition our body to take hits?! Sign me up, I'm gonna be invincible." Dio stood up and grinned.
"Yes. I am not going to train you in Kyokushin. But I am going to make you more resilient. Since the path to mastering the art is long and will take you more than 5 months." Johnny said.
"But you're right about the belts, Dio. Those two losses I had when I competed was from someone with a lower ranking belt than me." the karateka continued. "What color?" Giorno asked.
"Brown belt."
"Shit colored? Now that is insulting. You lost to someone who uses their own belt to wipe themselves." Dio sat down. Johnny followed soon after.
"Well, I think I did pretty well. He is a monster after all."
"Wow, by the way you're describing him, he sounds like a complete menace. What's his name?" Giorno asked, considering to search his video highlights.
"His name is Jotaro Kujo."
Giorno gasped while Dio stood up in disbelief "What the fuck?! That whale fucker kicked your ass?!"
'Well, if I don't get to Anasui first, I'm sure Jotaro would murder him anyways once he finds out...' Giorno shuddered. He met the man a few times before, whenever he went to Jolyne's along with their other friends. The man was stoic and incredibly intimidating. Learning that scares him even more.
"All the more reason I wanna join! I will beat him to death with my dick and avenge you! Now let's continue the training!" Dio stood up and clasped his hands.
...
Knuckle pushups, Johnny stomping on their guts as they did sit ups, punching the heavybag over and over again.
"Listen, kid. You can exert more force in your punches if you scream your lungs out. When you scream, you are also tensing up your abs, so if they countered and punched your stomach, you won't get the wind knocked out of you." Johnny sincerely advised.
"Right." Giorno returned his gaze at the heavybag.
"58... 59... Fucking easy!" Dio yelled as he finished his crunches.
"MUDAAAAAA!" Giorno managed to shake the bag after failed previous attempts.
He stared at his fist in shock.
But Johnny smacked his head "Don't get cocky."
...
"Ahh fuck!" Giorno collapsed on his bed, shirtless. "My knuckles are scraped and my shins have bruises." he lamented to himself.
'I've entered a realm of fitness that I can't fathom...'
He saw his dad hobbling through the hallway, weakened.
3rd day on striking training.
"MUDA! MUDA! MUDA!" the father and son yelled as they practiced punching the air in unison.
5th day on striking training.
"GIORNO GET THE FUCK UP, IT'S TIME TO JOG."
"Noooooo... My everything hurts!"
"Fucking wanker! I have AIDS and you don't see me bitching about it!"
Giorno rolled his eyes at his father's sarcastic statement. 'It's easier for you to stand just because you're so much stronger than me.' he groaned and got up. The sun hasn't risen yet.
"Come on! We're gonna pretend to be dogs and chase the goddamn newspaper guy!" Dio enthusiastically said as he jogged in place.
6th day on striking training.
"AAAHHH! OW! MY THIGHS!" Giorno groaned as he squirmed on the ground.
"FUCK YES! THAT WAS TOO EASY!" Dio screamed in excitement, he finally perfected that low kick that swept him off his feet before.
"Johnny, let's fucking fight!" the man demanded.
...
"Ngh..." Dio was on the ground seething in anger and pain. He still wasn't good enough to take Johnny on.
14th day on striking training.
Giorno was on his fighting stance as Dio kept his distance.
'Okay, so Padre's hands were unusually high and his knees are too bent to check a kick... I will kick him in the midsection.' Giorno pivoted and twosted his hips to deliver a roundhouse to Dio's ribs.
"MUDA!"
*thud*
"OW! YOU FUCKING SHIT I WILL KILL YOU!" Dio winced in pain before running after his son. "Wait! Wait! We're sparring! Why are you so ang-wryyyyy!?" Giorno's instincts to run overcame his body as he immediately bolted away from his father.
It was harsh, it was grueling. Specially when they reached the 3rd week of training, where Dio forced Giorno to continue weightlifting for fast gains, Johnny, a fucking sadist, agreed and supported Dio's decision.
It was brutal.
After a kickboxing session, Dio finally told Giorno how to train his biceps.
"What is the most alpha muscle? If someone asked you to show off, you're not gonna pop a titty out and flex your pecs now would you? No. You bring out, the guns." Dio flexed his biceps.
Giorno, being already drained from all the pullups and lat pull downs Johnny told him to do to maximize punching power, questioned him "Pa, what's that going to do with fighting? I mean, squats, pullups and deadlift are functional exercises. Bicep curls don't look like it has any use."
"So you'd rather deadlift, then?"
"N-No!"
"Look, Giorno. I, Dio, am a functional guy. I train bench press, so I can push the haters away." Dio shoved his kid back roughly. "Ow! Take it easy, I'm still sore!" Giorno whined.
"I do bicep curls, so I can point at myself better. Like when the starbucks cashier calls my name I'm going to be like OVER HERE." Dio does a two handed bicep curls with his thumbs pointing at himself. "Ughh... Good grief." Giorno facepalmed.
"HEY! YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY THAT PHRASE AROUND ME." Dio scolded.
"W-What? You mean good-"
"Nononono, do not. Continue. Do not continue." Dio gets triggered whenever he hears the catchphrase of his archnemesis.
"Okay, okay, sheesh. Petty." Giorno walked towards the dumbbells.
17th day of training.
"Pass me the goddamn powder!" Dio demanded as his son reached for the large jar of whey protein and handed it to the blonde.
"Padre, I think I'm going to hurl..." Giorno whimpered.
"Good noon to you two! Here's the lean beef you ordered Dio." Jonathan said as he went through the door.
"Don't fucking puke, kid! You are wasting money!"
"But you're rich!"
"WRYYYYYYYYYYY!"
19th day of training.
Giorno Giovanna was shaking. It was his first time spitting blood.
"Don't be a baby. You probably just cracked a rib or something." Johnny reassured him. "N-No! This seems serious! What if I ruptured an organ?! I-I-" Giorno panicked and mumbled gibberish as he walked around in circles.
"You'll get used to it." the thinner Joestar chuckled.
23rd day of training.
The two watched in awe as Johnny demonstrated Kaiten Mawashi Geri at the heavybag (A front flip kick in Kyokushin, search it, it's amazing)
"Does it have any other name? I don't speak Weeaboo." Dio asked.
"Hmmm... I call it... The Infinite Spin." Johnny said. "Amazing..." Giorno whispered.
"I'm going to use that to fucking beat Kars. It'll be another thing to add to my legacy." Dio declared confidently.
"Then better start training harder."
The 32nd day of training came but they were surprised that Johnny wasn't at the gym this time.
It's that weird unassuming navy seal.
"Hello." Gappy greeted. "What the hell are you doing here? Where's Johnny?" Dio asked.
"Oh! It was his and Rina's 3rd wedding anniversary." the strange man shrugged. "Who's Rina? Who are you?" Giorno asked.
"Rina is my uhh... Sister I think? I don't remember. I am J-"
"Gappy. And he said he was gonna teach us some gay ass grappling or some shit." Dio interrupted.
"Hey! It's not gay! Anyways, yeah. I woke up on a shipwreck where my fellow sailors got killed and I can't remember anything, except that who my family was and that I am very good at submissions." Gappy's eyes had a hint of fire when he said that.
He grabbed Dio's arm and threw him over his shoulder.
Dio got thrown to the ground before he knew it. "AH! WHAT THE FUCK?!" he whined.
"Striking and grappling are two sides of the same coin." he said in a rather serious way, a far cry from the airhead he was when he introduced himself.
Giorno stared in awe. He always saw those moves in martial arts flicks. He remembered trying out for highschool wrestling but he got rejected for not being able to do 5 pushups.
He was so, so weak back then.
"Let me tell you this. A complete amateur can hit a professional boxer by a fluke. But there is no fluke in grappling. Where your skill... Is proportionate to your effort." Gappy announced.
...
It was a sudden change in training. The blondes were given high calisthenic workouts.
200 pushups, without dividing it to sets.
Giorno feel like he was about to die. Dio was all for it, claiming that he is "pushing the Earth away from the sun" thus saving the world from global warming.
200 squats. 200 situps. And a 2 hour run on the treadmill.
"Shut the fuck up, kid. You're hyperventilating like a pig." Dio complained as he was admiring himself at the mirror.
Giorno was breathing like a motherfucker on the ground.
Gappy was simply staring at them like that one Mike Wazowski meme.
2nd day on grappling training.
Giorno can't move. He can't believe it but itt was even worse than Johnny's karate conditioning.
His muscles are worked past their limits with high repetitions, to which Gappy said that it was to build the tenacious muscles grapplers have.
Dio had to physically carry him to the gym.
'What is padre even made of?! He doesn't seem to be fatigued at all!' Giorno coughed as his father tossed him to the mat like a sack of shit.
"Okay! Time to teach you two some basic takedowns." Gappy clasped his hands.
'As much as his arrogance irks me, he has every right to run his mouth about how fit he is...' Giorno planted his hands to the ground and struggled to stand up.
"So uh. I don't know when is the exact time I learned about this, but you must have a low center of gravity when fighting someone in a grappling match. To make it difficult for you to get taken down." Gappy crouched in a low stance. "This is why short people have a better time in wrestling than taller ones."
"But you're pretty tall yourself." Dio snarked.
"That's why I'm crouching lower than normal."
As Giorno finally stood up, he was too deep in his thoughts to listen what Gappy was saying.
"I will try to make an example. I will perform a double leg takedown on Giorno." Gappy then appeared near Giorno in blinding speeds, surprising Dio, grabbing the back of Giorno's thighs and shoulder barging his hips.
"UWOKKK!" Giorno grunted as he was explosively slammed down the mat.
"Oh! I fucking know that move!" Dio said.
"Woah, really?!" Gappy grinned.
'Ughh... Why me?' Giorno exhaled, hurt and battered.
3 months til the competition.