Blood, sweat and tears.
Were spilled during Giorno's one on one training with Gappy.
Gappy received instructions from Jonathan for weightlifting training to give the kid and Johnny for striking training.
"Dio, this is a cocktail of medicine and amino acids! This is gonna kill you faster!" Jonathan scolded as he inspected the Green Day jar. "I can't stop taking it immediately, Polpo told me that it abruptly ending it will cause more harm than good. He told me that once I started, my body will always look for it." Dio calmly replied.
"Sheesh, sounds like a vice." Johnny snarked.
"Whatever! I'll just have to last long enough to win." The sick man grinned.
The day has come.
"Huh. You did?" The older man asked. "Yes! I think they are dating or something." Josuke mumbled.
Jotaro decided against asking Jolyne about it. So far he approved of Giorno than Anasui because he seems to be a polite kid, despite being the son of Dio.
"Keep a close eye on hi-" *dururururururu*
"You gonna answer that?" Josuke asked. "Yes." Jotaro picked it up.
"ATTENTION TO THE PARTICIPANTS OF THE GAUNTLET, THIS IS ROBERT SPEEDWAGON. THE REQUIEM DOME REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE IN PREPARATION FOR THE EVENT! JUNIOR CONTENDERS ARE FREE TO SPECTATE! Any other spectators have to pay $20. Children, senior citizen and person with disabilities have 20% discount but mental disabilities aren't included. Thank you."
. . .
Giorno stared at Gappy's phone.
"I think he hacked everyone's phone in the state." The ex navy said.
. . .
Lisa Lisa took another puff from her cigarette as Caesar barged through her office. "Miss Lisa Lisa! The Foundation is calling for the gauntlet participants!"
She gently placed it in the ashtray. "It's time."
. . .
"Hey I just got a text from the Jonathan dude. We're going to the dome." Gappy shrugged. "Hey why can't I see padre exactly?" Giorno asked.
"I dunno." Gappy said as he booked an uber.
Giorno simply nodded as 5 minutes of silence ensues. "Say, do you know anything about padre's illness?"
Gappy thought about it for awhile "Yeah, him and Johnny got in to an argument about it. They said it was ADIDAS or something."
Giorno raised an eyebrow "Adidas? What?"
The uber arrived.
. . .
"I swear I'm going to crush that arrogant blonde fuck!" Ghiaccio cussed as he was driving. "Relax. You insisted on driving to the dome. You better not lose your cool and crash the car." Risotto calmly replied. "Yes, hello hello? Yes, Mr. Polpo we are also on our way." Doppio said on the phone.
. . .
"Why yes, I just got released today. I wouldn't wanna miss my hero's journey! I'm excited to see it. Okay, see you there, friend. Ciao." Polpo flexed his forearms as he hung up.
"Uh, boss? Just to make it clear, the don wants us to win so don't try and fix any fights, yeah?" Formaggio said. Polpo went silent for a moment. "Man, you should have signed up to compete. You look like Hercules!" Illuso teased and chuckled as he sprawled at his seat in the back of Polpo's limousine. "No way I can challenge him. He was the one who showed me the ropes of achieving perfection. I respect him." Polpo said flexing his muscles.
'... To think that this guy used to be a fatass.' Formaggio sweatdropped.
. . .
"Calm down, Anasui. You can't afford to be arrested again." Weather said as he removed the bike lock from his bike. "He stole Jolyne... I steal his life." The crazy ex boyfriend giggled as he mounted his bike. Weather stared at him.
"Just kidding. I'm gonna crush him in the Juniors. Make sure you humiliate his dad. We're taking no prisoners."
"I guess that's that. FF is gonna meet us there." Weather said as they began to accelerate.
. . .
"Alright, kiddos, are you ready?"
"YEAAAUGGH!/Hell yeah!"
"I mean, Giorno's pops is cool and all, but don't let him beat you, Mr. Choco!" Mista cheered. "Of course! Being beaten by someone who's... On the verge of it is just embarrassing." Ciocolatta giggled and closed the trunk of their car.
. . .
Yoshikage and Kosaku calmly exited the cab. Spectating the wonderful Star Island from the other side of the bridge.
"Shall we jog?"
"For warmup, we shall."
They proceeded to jog in unison.
. . .
"Boys, does any of you know how to change a flat tire?" Mary asked her adoptive sons. Tarkus and Bruford glanced at eachother before shrugging. "Did Speedwagon even said an exact time?" The younger man asked.
"He didn't... But punctuality is a virtu- Woah! WOAH!" the cougar gasped as Tarkus proceeded to carry the car on his shoulder. "In that case, let's continue on foot!" The large man laughed haughtily as he brisk walked through the streets and causing amazement to bystanders.
"You damn showoff!" Bruford sneered.
. . .
The three pillar people are sitting inside the waiting room.
"Ready for war."
"Sheesh, kid. Aren't you just the warfreak?" ACDC jeered. "Apologies."
"For someone so young you talk like an old man."
"Enough." Kars barked.
The three of them felt alarmed as the ceiling started shaking. "Earthquake?" ACDC asked.
"No. Audience." Wamuu answered.
Kars ran outside and forward through the hall to the arena and gasped as he saw the amount of spectators outside.
. . .
"Traffic jam." The uber driver cussed. "Where do you think these people are going? It's far from rush hour." Giorno asked. "Where'd you think?" Gappy replied seriously.
"... I don't know, it's why I'm asking you." Giorno mumbled.
"Oh, it's probably that Iron Man thingy by the Speedwagon Foundation. It's pretty viral right now." The driver butted in the conversation.
"WHAT?!" the young man yelled.
"Yeah! It's gonna be broadcasted internationally. And what's more? Everyone is legal to bet on what round that Dio guy is gonna lose at."
Giorno's face fell. 'Padre... Please don't do something embarrassing..!'
. . .
As Kars peeked through the entrance to the arena without anyone noticing him, he saw a figure on the other side of the entrance.
He thought it was just some staff that got lost but it was him, Dio.
Dio was glaring at him from a distance. Kars returned the gesture but with a cocky smirk.
"I'm gonna make sure, that you'll take nothing but defeat, you scrawny bastard!" Dio threatened.
Kars' POV
"I'm... make... you... take... scrawny bastard..."
Kars scratched his head and yelled "WHAT?"
Dio continued to scream but it was drowned out by the sound of the enormous crowd. Kars turned his back on him and returned to his room.
Dio POV.
'Heh. He is scared.'
Kars POV
'Wonder what that man is trying to say?'
. . .
"Speedwagon sits on the seat in front of the front row. As he was serving to be the commentator and announcer. As the ring girls made their entrance, the crowd seems to be excited at the brewing tension-"
"Robert. They're here." William Zeppeli interrupted.
"OHH!"
. . .
Jonathan and Johnny approached Giorno and Gappy "Uncle! Johnny! Where's padre?"
"He had to be in the room as the show is about to start." Johnny said.
"Wow, these VIP seats are amazing. Oh, HEY. HEY! FRENCH FRY GIRL! PLEASE I WANT ONE."
"Gappy, behave yourself." Jonathan scolded. "Uncle?" Giorno called.
"I'm sorry, Giorno. I'm just a bit stressed at the moment." Jonathan sighed. Giorno simply nodded and decided he will ask another time.
"GIORNOOOOOO! GIORNOOO!"
He heard his name being called and tried to find the source of the voice.
It's the gang. Narancia, Bruno, Abbachio, Fugo, Mista and... Trish.
"Oh, excuse me for a minute guys." Giorno asked. "Sure sure whatever." Johnny muttered as he inspected the crowd. "Are you sure you only want a minute to talk to them?" Gappy asked.
"Take care." Jonathan said as he looked at his phone.
Giorno ran towards where his friends are sitting.
"Holy shit, isn't that..?" Gappy asked. "Yep." Johnny frowned.
. . .
"Man, I just love it when Speedwagon hosts this kind if stuff. Although I'm surprised he made this a public." Smokey muttered as he grabbed a chicken nugget on his bucket. "Indeed. There must be something that propelled him in to doing this. Robert has always been a very passionate man." Valentine said as he licked his finger clean. "Will you kindly pass the napkin?"
"Hey, chill out with the table manners stuff, we're not on a formal event." The vice president muttered.
. . .
"Hey guys!" Giorno greeted. "Giorno, I didn't expect you to be he- did you just got ripped?" Bruno asked as Giorno's lean, muscular figure was outlined by his fitted hoodie.
"Holy shit! He did! Wow!" Narancia cheered. "Hey what about me! I got great results!" Mista frowned. "Mista! You got bigger! Even more so than me!" Giorno said in shock as he saw his newly jacked friend, causing him to smile.
"Fugo, you're here too!" Giorno greeted the smart kid. "Of course. I wanna watch and support you." he smiled in return.
"Gayyyyy." Mista teased. "Says the one giving Gio a blowjob!" Fugo snapped.
"Narancia, you fucker! I told you his zipper got broken!"
"I really find it hard to believe that!"
Meanwhile Trish was blushing to himself at thinking of giving Giorno a blowjob. Truth to be told, she did.
It was back when they were 16. It was a party and she got him drunk from a distance and fucked him in the dark. It was a gold experience that she will never forget. How can someone be so thin yet so hung?
But after how much she showed his drunk face her naughty side, she felt ashamed. And gave him the silent treatment ever since.
Giorno assumed she doesn't like him very much, so, he avoided her to avoid trouble. And now that he is 18 and ripped, she wondered how hot he'd look naked.
Giorno glanced at Abbachio. "Heh. Your dad has some giant balls to want to participate in a gauntlet. I wonder why you didn't inherit that?" It was an insulting compliment, Giorno smiled at him sincerely. Which pissed the guy off "DO YOU EVER GET OFFENDED, YOU FUCKER?!"
. . .
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" the hype of the crowd was uncontainable but Speedwagon persisted.
"THE TIME FOR THE SENIOR GAUNTLET HAS ARRIVED! ONE MAN AGAINST NINE! A MANLY CONQUEST TO PROVE HIS STRENGTH! INTRODUCING, THE MAN HIMSELF, DIO BRANDOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
And the crowd goes wild as the blond muscleman emerged from the right entrance.
"HE WILL HAVE 3 CHANCES. SHOULD HE LOSE ONCE, HE HAS 2 MORE, HE HAVE TO CONTINUE BATTLING THE MAN WHO BEAT HIM UNTIL HE WINS!"
The giant screen above the stadium turned on and showed Dio's sprite that had 3 lives. Along with a blank slate that will post what kind of contest they are doing at the moment.
"EACH BOUT WILL HAVE DIFFERENT CONTESTS OF STRENGTH TO MAKE IT INTERESTING! BECAUSE FITNESS IS NOT A ONE SIZE FITS ALL. ITS NOT PURELY AESTHETICS, ITS NOT PURELY HOW QUICK YOU MOVE." Speedwagon inhaled as the crowd continued cheering.
"DEW YEW, UNDERSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMDU?!"
"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" -the crowd.
"WRYYYYYYYYYY! I WILL SPREAD MY GENES AROUND! TAKE MY SPERM, YOU HOT BITCHES!" Dio roared at the women attending.
The crowd immediately changed and boo'ed him.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Johnny laughed his ass out along with Gappy as Jonathan buried his face to his palms.
Giorno shrank on the seat next to Mista and Bruno. His gang understood him. "Yeah, it's him alright." Mista muttered. 'This is broadcasted around the world. This is broadcasted around the world. This is bro-' Giorno internally chanted as he was slowly going insane at what his father just did.
"BRO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN'?!"
Speedwagon jumped as Pucci was suddenly beside him with a mic.
Robert cleared his throat
"N-NOW! I KNOW YOU CAN'T CONTAIN THE EXCITEMENT ANYMORE SO PARDON ME! THE FIRST MATCH WILL OCCUR AFTER THE PRESENTATION OF THE LOVELY LADIES OF REQUIEM!"
The lights in the arena focused on the center as women in sexy outfits presented their dance.
"Hey you! Asshole! It's time to go back to your room!" Tonpetty yelled at Dio.
"Shut up! Who the fuck are you?!" The man replied.
"I am an organizer! Come on!"
Dio returned to his waiting room.
. . .
Jonathan visited Dio.
"Dio, what in THE WORLD did you just do?!" The older brother asked.
"I selled some tickets." But before Jonathan can nag at him some more.
"It's called playing the villain. Like in pro wrestling I am the heel. People are gonna watch to see me lose. Whether they like me or not, they wanna see me fail!" Dio grinned. He did this because:
1. He wants even more people around the world to watch him. If they found out that this asshole guy was competing in a rigorous and grueling gauntlet, they are gonna pay to see him get screwed.
2. He was secretly thankful that Speedwagon allowed it to happen in the first place. It's a sign that he is changing.
The door opened, catching the two men's attention.
It was Tarkus English.
"Damn, you are one big fucker." Was all Dio can say.
The giant man glared at the two. Before smiling sheepishly.
"Mr. Dio, sir. I believe we already met somewhere."
Tarkus explained that he was once hired as a thug by Dio to beat up a guilty criminal that Dio successfully got scot free because of Dio's conscience.
"Ohhh! I remember! Heh. That guy looked like he got hit by a bus." Dio chuckled, meanwhile Jonathan had conflicted feelings whether he should be proud or angry at Dio's action.
"To set things straight! I just wanna say, I respect you very much! And I can offer to throw the match!" Tarkus said with enthusiasm. Jonathan gulped, it may not be fair but it's an automatic win on Dio without risking one of his 3 chances.
But Dio had other plans.
"No way. Just go do your best."
"But-"
"Give me your best shot." Dio grinned.
"AND THAT IS IT. THANK YOU FOR THE WONDERFUL PERFORMANCES, LADIES."
"Oh shoot. It's time! It's nice meeting you in person, Mr. English." Jonathan said as Tarkus rushed outside to return to his side.
"JoJo."
Jonathan glanced at Dio.
"Make sure you watch me!"
. . .
"HE HAILS FROM THE UNITED KINGDOM. THERE IS NO MAN ALIVE THAT CAN BEST THE MIGHT OF THIS ENGLISH POWERHOUSE, THE MAN THAT SURPASSES MONSTERS. STANDING AT 7'6 FEET AND WEIGHING IN 460 KILOGRAMS. TARKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAS ENGEEEELIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEESHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA!" Speedwagon roared at the mic. "Daaaaamn nigga you need to chill." Pucci muttered, confusing Robert and William. "What are you still doing here and whoare you." William sked.
Fireworks blared as the hulking giant walked forward. The crowd goes nuts as they saw his towering figure.
Tarkus entered the fray but his expression is solemn. He was having a dilemma.
"AND NOW! THE OPPOSITION! HE IS A BODYBUILDER AT CORE BUT HE BOASTS THAT HE HAD THE ABILITY TO OUTDO EVERYONE IN THE TOURNAMENT! HE HAS MADE IT HIS CONQUEST TO CONQUER THAN STAR ISLAND. 6'3 FEET TALL AND 103 KILOGRAMS. DIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BURANDOOOOOOOOAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Some cheered, some jeered. But Dio walked in with his head held up high. "Please don't do anything stupid, padre." Giorno muttered.
"WOOHOO! I'M ROOTING FOR HIM THIS TIME." Mista cheered.
Meanwhile the other contestants watched the event unfold from the television. The juniors and their managers have been told to leave them.
"WHY IS EVERYONE SO NOISY?!" Ghiaccio screamed loudly. "I see. So he is the prime example of what Green Day can do..." Ciocolatta muttered.
"AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I HOPE I GET TO FACE THAT MAN!" Stroheim screamed.
. . .
"Oh! Hey Johnny, I'll just look for Yasuho." Gappy said. "Don't get lost on your way back." Johnny replied as he got a text message from Rina that she's watching it at home with Erina.
"Yeah. I guess that's more comfortable. The people here are too damn loud anyways." The beanie kyokushin master sighed.
. . .
As Jonathan wason his way to return to his seat, he was approached by Musclemania's manager, Mary Queens.
"Hello, Mr. Joestar!" She greeted quite cheerily. "Hello, Miss Queens!" He greeted politely.
"I must say, your brother is quite the brave fellow. Even my dear Tarkus admires him."
"Indeed. And I've heard. I'm sure it's going to be a great match." Jonathan said.
"But of course." Mary smiled.
But before Jonathan can continue, Mary asked him a question "Oh! What happens if a gym beats Dio? Is it the only gym that will gain exposure by the foundation?"
"Good question! You see, Mr. Robert told me the other day that if Dio loses. All of the opposing gyms will win the exposure."
Mary nodded in acknowledgement "To be honest. I don't really care much about the exposure. I only entered the two because I love to see them compete. They enjoy it very much and... As their adoptive mother, it makes me happy too." the woman smiled sweetly. Jonathan returned the gesture.
. . .
The giant screen turned black to keep the suspense running.
"NOW! THE CONTEST OF STRENGTH WE PICKED IS..."
Dio and Tarkus stood face to face. Although Dio glanced at the screen in curiosity above them.
The challenge finally presented itself in bold white letters in comic sans.
"HEAVIEST DUMBBELL CUUUUUURL!"
Jonathan's face fell. In a contest of pure physical strength, Dio loses automatically.
But the man is smiling.
"It's an automatic lose. Damn, he already losses a life." Johnny muttered.
. . .
"I, Dio, will go first!"
Dio ordered. "I will lift a 100 pound dumbbell."
The audience kept booing as they didn't hear what he said.
"BEAT THAT PERVERTED WEAKLING, TARKUS!"
"FUCK EM UP!"
"PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!"
"A hundred pound dumbbell! Pronto!" Tonpetty screamed to his subordinates from the entrance.
"What the hell are you doing here, bald man?" Dio asked. "I am the referee, you fuckwit!" the guy said.
"100 pounds, huh?" Tarkus smirked. Dio's sweat dropped. Judging by the size of this man, he no doubt can lift more.
As two burly men carried the dumbbell together and dropped it in front of Dio. It mildly shook the ground.
Dio crouched down and grasped the gripped.
"AS WE CAN SEE, DIO BRANDO IS PREPARING TO LIFT IT. OOOOOAAHH HE STOOD UP CARRYING THAT LARGE DUMBBELL! THE BAR ITSELF IS SAID TO BE 35 POUNDS ON ITS OWN AS IT WAS MADE BY A SPECIAL IRON THAT IS TWICE DENSER THAN NORMAL!"
'Fuck! This is more than 100 pounds! Did that fucker just said I'm lifting 135?! I can barely lift this much with one hand! Let alone curl this shit..!' Dio gritted his teeth as he struggled.
'Dio seems to be struggling. Don't tell me he bit off more than he can chew.' Jonathan thought.
"Padre! You can do it!"
He heard that one cheer across the ocean of boos.
'Just fucking watch, kid. I'll show you how its done!'
"You just need to breathe and grunt." Johnny calmly replied. "Want some?" Gappy asked and offered the guy some corndogs. "... You're just a glutton aren't you?"
"Tarkus has this fight in the bag." Jotaro muttered. "No shit." Kars sneered.
"NO WAY. HAVE SOME FAITH TO THE GUY." Stroheim yelled. "USE YOUR COMMON SENSE YOU LOUD FUCKWAD, TARKUS IS A STRONGMAN WHO WON A TON OF COMPETITION ACROSS THE U.S. AND BACK IN U.K." Ghiaccio replied.
"Is swaying your hips not allowed?" Weather asked. "No. That's the crossfit way. I think they are focusing on strict form." Ciocolatta mumbled. He was surprised that Dio can still stand straight after conducting some research on him. 'He is the perfect example of what my creations can do to a dying man.'
Kosaku remained silent.
Dio used all the muscles in his body to remain straight. "COME OOOON!" Dio yelled to himself as he was slowly contracting his forearm.
"HE WAS ABOUT TO DO IT!"
The crowd kept jeering "FUCK YOU, YOU EGOMANIAC."
"NOT TOO COCKY NOW ARE YOU?"
"YOUR GENES SUCK!"
"DID YOU JUST CAME HERE TO MAKE AN ASS OUT OF YOURSELF?!"
"Tough crowd, huh?" Narancia asked Giorno, who remained silent.
Bruno glanced at his bestfriend.
Trish and Fugo gulped simultaneously. They know that Giorno was about to explode.
"GO DIE!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST WATCH THE DAMN SHOW WILL YOU?!" Surprisingly, it was Abbachio who snapped at them. The portion of the crowd in their place became quiet as they saw the towering policeman in training.
'... Is it just me or that area just went silent?' Gappy thought as he glanced at Giorno's direction.
"HE CURLED IT UP!"
Dio lets go of the weight and screamed in victory "YEEEAAAAHHH!"
Johnny, Gappy applauded. Jonathan sighed in relief as Giorno remained silent.
. . .
"Yeah, good for him. But what about Tarkus' turn though?" Formaggio said.
. . .
"THAT'S MY NIGGA! THAT'S MY NIGGA! LETS GO! LETS GO!" Pucci screamed in hype. "What are you still doing here?" Robert asked. "And please can you not say that word? We're on live television." William said as he typed something on the laptop that is connected to the cameras that broadcasts it.
"Shut the hell up, that man, had the Lord on his side. Of course he will win." Pucci dismissed them. The camera man besides Zeppeli aimed it at them.
"No, no! Don't film this!" The italian said.
"I just wanna give a good shoutout to my cellmate, what's up Dejaun?! Look at your boy here! I also wanna give a shoutout to my dog Ray Ray and T- Roy! And Bobby! You fucker! Give me back my fifteen dollars-"
"CUT IN TO COMMERCIAL! CUT IN TO COMMERCIAL!" Robert said as he tried to restrain the priest.
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"Ey! Ey! Layoff! This thread is costs more than your soul!" They successfully escorted Father Pucci out of the commentator stand.
Tarkus took a step forward and tried to lift Dio's dumbbell.
"He should be able to do it with ease." Kars folded his arms.
Dio's eyes widened along with Tonpetty as Tarkus howled. Struggling to even move an inch with his arm.
Tarkus panted before going at it again.
"What's wrong?!" Bruford asked out loud from the audience seats as Mary simply shrugged.
"NHHHGGGGRERRRRR! AHH!" the giant man threw the dumbbell to the ground.
"Can you lift it?" Tonpetty asked. Tarkus shook his head as he breathed heavily.
The referee waved his arms to Speedwagon
"WHAT IS THIS?! THE GIANT CAN'T LIFT THE DUMBBELL?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! AN UPSET IF YOU MAY!"
The crowd were mumbling something about it.
"What the hell?" Johnny asked as Jonathan walked around him to sit next to Gappy. "Mr. Tarkus did say he was willing to throw the match. I didn't like it but it's a guaranteed win for Dio." Jonathan sighed. "What? Why?" Gappy asked prompting Jonathan to explain.
. . .
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?!" Ghiaccio and Formaggio yelled at the same time. "Curses! That giant oaf trying to make a fool out of me!" Kars stomped in anger. "YEEEAAAAH! SEE?! FUCK YOUUUUU!" Stroheim replied.
Tarkus turned around as he walked towards his side's exit.
"No, Dio, what the fuck do you think you're-"
"Fuck outta my way, old man. HEY. HEY!" Dio screamed after shoving Tonpetty away, calling Tarkus' attention.
"You win. You're the bigger man in this arena. But I warn you, the challengers in the following round won't be so ki-" Tarkus didn't noticed that Dio walked up to him and interrupted him with a punch to the face, causing the everyone to be intrigued. Everyone went silent to hear what they have to say.
"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? I TOLD YOU TO GIVE IT ALL YOU'VE GOT! YOU SAID YOU RESPECT ME?! THEN HOW DARE YOU TAKE A DIVE, HUH?! SHOW ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE BY TREATING ME AS YOUR EQUAL!" Dio's words echoed at the quiet stadium.
Jonathan smiled along with the two.
"WOO! GO GET EM, DIO!" Mista cheered. "DIO! DIO! DIO!" Narancia started chanting. Soon enough Bruno followed his example. Abbachio remained silent, but he was amazed at the blond man's pride. Fugo thought it was foolish but he cheered anyway.
Giorno didn't say anything.
"Man! That guy sure is full of himself!" Josuke said as him and Jolyne had just arrived.
The stadium was quiet, with only Giorno's gang cheering him on.
Dio turned to face Speedwagon and Zeppeli.
"ROBERT! AND PRINGLES GUY! I LOST A LIFE! HE CAN LIFT MORE THAN ME! CHANGE THE CONTEST!"
The two glanced at one another. Zeppeli carefully removed a life from Dio's sprite on the giant screen above.
Tarkus smiled in defeat, his respect for him skyrocketed. "You really are the bigger man. I won't hold back anymore!"
"SO IT SEEMS IT WAS AN UNCOORDINATED ATTEMPT TO THROW THE MATCH! BUT DIO IS NOT HAVING ANY OF IT! TARKUS HAS MADE UP HIS MIND TO GET ON TRACK! HE WILL NOT BE TOO KIND THIS TIME! DIO HIMSELF WANTS TO GIVE AWAY ONE OF HIS LIVES TO ATONE FOR IT! WHAT A MAN!"
The crowd jeered but none of them outright boo'ed them.
"Good freaking grief." Jotaro tugged his cap.
The large screen then turned dark.
"THE NEW CHALLENGE AWAITS THE TWO IS NOW..."
SUMO.
"SUMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Speedwagon explained the rules of the match.
"It's self explanatory." Johnny said.
"OUR VERSION IS MUCH MORE SIMPLE THAN THE TRADITIONAL. HERE, THE PARTICIPANTS ARE FREE TO THROW ONE ANOTHER AND PERFORM TAKEDOWNS. BUT THE ONLY WAY THEY WILL WIN IS IF THE OPPONENT WAS PUSHED OUT OF THE RING 3 TIMES!"
"I've got this one in the bag!" Dio grinned.
'Padre has a knack for throwing me around. But he didn't stand much of a chance against Gappy. I'd say he is a mediocre grappler. Tarkus on the other hand doesn't seem to have experience in wrestling but his immense frame and strength may be able to make up for it.' Giorno analyzed.
"Don't tell me. He trained some combat sports too." Kars muttered.
"Too?" Jotaro raised an eyebrow but Kars didn't reply anymore. 'This man is hiding something. Good grief.' The kyokushin karateka sighed.
'The weight and height differences are enormous. But Green Day has a few different steroid particles that should be able to amplify his strength.' Ciocolatta sweatdropped. 'But seeing as he struggled lifting that dumbbell, I'd say it's the only thing holding him up. Without it, I doubt he can even pop a boner.'
Polpo, Diavolo and Doppio are watching from the V.I.P. room which is reserved for important people such as world leaders. As part of the mob, they can order whatever they want.
"You seem to take a liking to that Dio fellow." Diavolo muttered.
"He inspired me to leave my disgusting ways." Polpo proudly replied.
"I'd say you're still fat." Doppio said nonchalantly to which Polpo magnificently smacked the back of his head.
Doppio shook his head after he got dazed. "Wow that is heavy."
Polpo took offense and smacked him again.
"You just speak what's on your mind, don't you Doppio?" Diavolo chuckled.
"I'm just a glutton for punishment, and he is just a glutton."
Diavolo laughed even harder as Polpo's face fell "Can you even believe this... This... Manchild?"
. . .
A large circle was drawn around the two.
"IT IS 5 METERS IN DIAMETER."
It is 5 meters in diameter.
The crowd seemed to be excited now "NO MORE FIXED MATCHES!"
"YEAH! WE WANT TO SEE SOMETHING CRAZY!"
Tarkus grinned as Dio took a low stance.
Gappy's carefree and airheaded demeanor disappeared "That's it. Lower your center of gravity. You can't fall if you're already on the ground."
"You're really passionate about grappling aren't you?" Johnny asked.
"I'm passionate about alot of things. Mostly Yasuho and french fries."
"TAKE YOUR STANCES!" Tonepetty screamed.
"I am already in one, fuckwit!" Dio snarled.
"S-Shut up! Tarkus! Take a stance!"
'So I'll just have to push him out three times huh? Sorry, but now you're gonna lose.' Tarkus cockily grinned.
"START IT ALREADY, YOU FUCKING REF!"
"YOU ARE USELESS!"
The crowd jeered as they can barely hold their anticipation.
"BALDY, START THE MATCH!" Mista and Narancia screamed.
'T-These rude bastards!' Tonpetty's eyetwitched.
"You seem to be in deep thought, Giorno. But have some faith in him." Bruno said.
"I just don't know what ADIDAS means..." the blond boy mumbled. Fugo overheard their conversation "What do you mean?"
"Isn't that the clothing brand?" Bruno asked. "Gappy said padre has some disease called ADIDAS. But he said he doesn't know what it means either. I planned to ask Uncle JoJo about it but he seems quite stressed at the moment." Giorno said.
"ADIDAS huh? Don't you mean AIDS?" Fugo said in a 'are you kidding me' tone.
Giorno went silent "No... No it can't be that. If it is then he is going to..."
"BEGIN!" the referee screamed.
Sorry for the cliffhanger.
