"They are going to find it very suspicious, you being the main attraction and all... Specially Mr. Joestar." Robert said. "No they won't. I'm the most narcissistic person everyone knows so it shouldn't surprise anyone. If anything, JoJo will ask what took me so long to make it all about me." Dio rebutted. The man headed towards the door.

"This man is the true essence of a warrior beneath a self absorbed dunce! I, Speedwagon, wish him the best of luck!"

...

Jonathan was surprised when he found out Mista was representing the Oasis Gymnastics juniors.
"I mean, it's giving me a feeling so complicated. I kinda felt like it was some sort of betrayal but at the same time it's just a harmless competition." Jonathan answered his wife when she asked him what's wrong. "Hmm... Well, where is the venue of the tournament going to be anyways?" She asked.

"I don't know yet, but it probably won't be outside of Florida since most of the gyms are from here."

...

The next day, Giorno was excited to leave and he figured he would leave before his father was awake so he won't pester him with more of his classical Dio shenanigans.

He left a note saying that he is hanging out with Jolyne and knowing his father, it won't bother him much.
Giorno smiled to himself, he'll be able to skip training and reunite with his crush.

As he tiptoed down the stairs, he heard Dio's snores from the living room. 'Darn. This is going to be harder than I thought it would be...'
A strong stench of iron entered his nostrils however, and as he made his way to the living room, his turquoise eyes widened after seeing a large pool of blood in front of the couch Dio was on.

"What the?!" Giorno blurted out, waking Dio up.
"Huh? Oh hey kid." Dio grogily said but he kept himself lying down.
"B-Blood!" His son stuttered. "Yeah sorry about that. Gonna clean that up myself don't worry about it." Dio tiredly muttered. "What happened?! Where did this come from?" Giorno asked.

"There was a rat, it blew up and died."

"Padre... Is there something you're not telling me?" Giorno took a step forward. "Is there something YOU're not telling me? You being all dressed up and shit." the older man rebutted.
"I'm going to see, Jolyne. I WAS going to until I found out you're having some sort of menstruation going on." Giorno sat on the other chair.
"Heh. Go on ahead, I'll be alright. You can skip training for day as long as you slay her pusayy-" he started coughing.
"I am not going anywhere." Giorno said.

"Well fuck, kid. I don't wanna be a cockblock. Go on ahead. Or I will kick you out myself. Come on! This is your chance to fuck! I, Dio, don't wanna ruin it!" Dio roared.

Giorno sighed and stood up "Just... Take it easy for today. Don't train okay?"

"You can't stop me, I'm incredible."

The young man walked towards the door and took one last glance at his father. Dio made a humping motion as something to encourage his son to get his shit together.

"Stop it, pa. I'm not an incel. I'm not a virgin anymore."

...

Dio never believed in anything holy. But he figured he needs all the help he can get to last long enough to win.

...

The mass is in session.

Pucci tapped the mic and cleared his throat.
"All y'all going to hell." Causing gasps from the people attending. He started pointing at people, condeming them.
"You, hell. You, hell. You over there, hell."

"Wait wait, who are you to tell us where we're going." A man from the crowd ask.

"Me? Nigga, I'm a priest, you? You a sinner-"

"Stop judging us, you ain't God!"

"Oh me? I ain't judging you, woman. All I'm saying is, your ass is gonna get fried in hell. Y'all gather around in beaches and parties, but barely gather in church. You know the next place y'all gonna gather? In hell." Pucci did gang signs as he said that as the crowd jeered.

"But we're in church!"
"Jesus isn't real! People are dyin!"

Pucci glared at the youngster who said that. "Boy I was about to knock your ass out in the name of the Lord. But I won't because I'm a man of the Lord. Lemme ask you this, are you dead?"

"Well... No."

"Then why your ass worry about dyin! You dumb motherfu- Jesus is the answer!" Pucci's phone rang.

"Hey, it's your boy, Enrico- Oh Dio! Of course I'm gonna go there, dog." Pucci hung up and removed his sash and puts on a gold cross chain.

"Alright, sinners. Imma catch you niggas later."

"Hey you can't leave in the middle of a homily!"
"Why are you wearing Jordans?"
"Those chains look fire, Father!"

...

Giorno had a sling bag on as he walked down the street. He felt like his shirt was tighter and that he fits well with his baggy pants.

He can't stop feeling self concious about how muscular he feels right now. "Kono powa..."
The confidence, he can finally hold Jolyne and look like a stud while at it. The reason he was scared to make a move was because he felt like he didn't look good enough in the first place.
'But Anasui doesn't look that great either... He looks effeminate, even more than me and that is saying something.'

He failed to notice a motorcycle zooming near him. The passenger grabbed Giorno's sling bag but he fell off as Giorno nonchalantly held on. "GAAH FUCK!" the thief yelled as he hit the ground in a loud thud.
"Huh? I was lost in my thoughts... What happened?" He asked in concern.

'What is this motherfucker, he should have gotten dragged along the concrete! Is he a tree or something?!' The thief groaned in pain.

"Now you fucking done it!" The driver got off the bike.
"Oh I see... You were snatching purses while on a motorbike... That reminds me i gotta log on to Gangster's Paradise soon!" Giorno exclaimed.

The man charged at him and started wailing punches at him. Giorno held his forearms out high in panic and it seems to stop the man's punches dead in it's tracks.

'Is he a tree or something?! Fine! How about in the gut?!' The man yelped in pain as he broke his fist punching Giorno's sternum. It made the boy cough but the damage on the attacker was far worse.

"You got me there..!" Giorno coughed weakly.

"You're... A freak..." the man grasped his broken hand.

Giorno stopped coughing "Wait this is perfect, I can finally throw someone!"

(He never got the chance to actually practice his throws because Gappy and Dio won't allow him to throw them)

Giorno grabbed the thief's wrists.
"What are you doing?!"

"U-Uhh, I don't know! Bare with me... So I turn my back towards you without letting go..."

"What the hell?!"

"And then put my foot here... Lower my hips and scoop you up."

Giorno performed a beautiful hip throw on the mugger.

*BLAG*

"OH! Sounds like it hurt! But I did it more than perfectly!" Giorno exclaimed.

"No shit it fucking hurt..." the man was too weak to even scream in pain.

Giorno smiled as the mugger lost conciousness. He continued walking away.

'No doubt about it! I became stronger!' he felt really good about himself. He felt rewarded, being able to do things he never got to do before. He felt like a superhero.

Giorno shook his head "Don't get too cocky..."

'Does this mean my hips got super strong? Gappy's training and all those deadlifts made it too easy. It's like I didn't even exert any strength at all when I threw that bad guy...' images of him pounding Jolyne to oblivion with powerful hip thrusts entered. "No, no, no! Damnit, I'm becoming like my pa!"

...

Meanwhile, the seniors were gathered at a local SWF center to meet up with their fellow 'bosses'

"That dumb yellow retard think he is gonna play some game." Kars muttered. "But it's kind of intriguing." Jotaro muttered as he sip his coffee, catching Kars' attention.

The other participants are scattered around the lobby waiting for Speedwagon to arrive to arrange the order that Dio is going to fight them at.

"He is a narcissistic fucker but, when shit comes to shit, he can put his money where his mouth is." the marine biologist continued. "What are you trying to suggest." Kars asked.
"I'm saying that he won't issue this challenge unless he knows he is strong enough to get it done."
"Bullshit. He ain't fit enough to compete against all of us." The long haired buff man huffed.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU TALKING GERMAN TRASHCAN!" Ghiaccio yelled.

"OHH! A MAN WHO CAN SCREAM AS LOUD AS ME! FINALLY, A WORTHY OPPONENT! OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY!"

Tarkus simply can't believe that his boss Dio was in town. He remembered being hired along with Bruford to beat the shit out of the lawyer's previous client because Dio realized that he successfully defended a murderer who should have been found guilty.
He won Tarkus' respect that day.

Kosaku simply stared at the receptionist's delicate hands.
Ciocolatta was on his laptop, heavily searching stuff about this Dio guy.
Formaggio simply watched a WW2 dogfight on the TV.
While Weather Report examined the weird stone mask exhibited on the wall.

"Robert Edward Oliver Speedwagon entered the room and greeted the fine gentlemen before him."

"Good grief. About time." Jotaro said.

...

"Listen Dio. I am not only a priest. I am a philosopher. A psychic." Enrico explained as he sat across the living room.
"Also an ex convict." Dio snarked.
"I can read you like an open book, homie. The reason you wanted to join the tournament is not to die guns blazing. It's to make your son proud of you." the priest said.

Dio folded his legs as he became philosophical as well "Hmm. I think you're right. Maybe in the end, it won't matter if I do win. If it inspires my stupid kid to be a better man. Because I am telling you this, Pucci. He is a beta male."

"Oh shit, his case is that severe?"

"Yes. All timid and shit. We're so... Opposite. It's like when I first met JoJo. Hell, I don't want a son like JoJo. JoJo is a scrub. The only reason I don't call Jonathan a beta is that he destroyed me in unarmed combat and that he has that inner alphaness in him. It's like searching for bigfoot."

"The big black sasquatch nigga-"

"Yes. Science says bigfoot don't exist but there's a shit ton of eyewitnesses knows he is real. I believe that Giorno also have that dormant masculinity. Science might say it don't exist but I believe it does! I want to awaken it! By being an example of peak human performance to him!" Dio explained.

"AYAYAYAYYYYY!"

"I guess it's just like what the saying goes. Everyone is out searching for bigfoot. But they don't realize, that the real bigfoot is the friends we made along the way." Dio said. He was aiming for victory, but now he knew that his son's approval is what he really wants.