"AND SO IT BEGINS! WE START AT DIO LIGHTLY JUMPING UP AND DOWN AS IF HE WAS SKIPPING ROPE, WHILST TARKUS HAD ASSUMED A RATHER TALL STANCE, SHOWING HE WILL WRESTLE WITH NO TECHNIQUE BUT PURE INSTINCT. THEY ARE SIZING EACH OTHER UP! IS IT GOING TO BE A SLOW START?!" Speedwagon narrated.

Dio bounced up to the air using his tip toes, confusing Tarkus, but as he landed, he immediately crouched down to take him down.

"IT'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!"

"Excellent shoot." Gappy complimented.

"WOAAH! IT SEEMS LIKE DIO WAS OPTING TO GO FOR A DOUBLE LEG TAKEDOWN!"

"Against a man Tarkus' size?!" Jonathan exclaimed. "Josuke. You think it's gonna work?" Johnny asked. "... Depends. How much did you train him in grappling while you were away?" Gappy asked.

"Just the right amount I think." Johnny answered as he returned his gaze to the battle. During the weeks they were away, it was 30% strength training with Jonathan, mostly to polish Dio's weightlifting form and some bizarre workouts. 35% striking and 35% grappling.

The crowd cheered as Dio collided with the man's legs.

'Got your legs! You watching yet, beaver boy?!' Dio proudly thought, he aims to impress Gappy. Tarkus' stance was too upright, causing him to have a high center of gravity. The giant gasped as Dio took him down to the ground.

"That's it! Follow up by shoving him out the circle!" Giorno cheered. "Man! Your pops is strong!" Narancia complimented.

Jotaro and Kars silently watched the TV screen as Stroheim continued to cheer. "Impressive." Ciocolatta muttered.

"No way! Tarkus wasn't ready!" Bruford protested from the audience.

But Tarkus had other plans. 'I'm not going to make it easy, Mr. Brando!' He gritted his teeth and raised his legs, effortlessly tossing the blond over him and...

"IT'S A RINGOOOOOOOOUUUT!"

Dio was in utter shock at what just happened.

"This is what I was talking about. Technique works against strength most of the time. But you need to have enough strength to make said technique work." Jonathan said. "Yeah, he should have went on top of him on a full mount." Gappy mumbled. "He can't. This isn't a fight. The goal is to toss the other guy out of the circle." Johnny replied.

Tarkus - 1
Dio- 0

"TARKUS ALREADY HAD A SCORE! JUST! LIKE! THAT! DIO HAS TO PLAY IT SAFER NEXT TIME TO MAKE A COMEBACK!"

"Hey! Get back to your starting position!" Tonpetty screamed at the shocked Dio as Tarkus stood up.

Dio shook his head. 'I got too cocky. But it ain't done yet!'
The blond walked towards his assigned position and took another stance.

"COME ON! IS THAT IT?!" the crowd jeered.

Tarkus chuckled "Sorry to cut your gauntlet quite short, Mr. Dio. But it ends with me."

"BEGIN!" the ref screamed.

A throw, maybe that will work. Dio stood tall and grappled with him. Tarkus just turned around and managed to swing Dio's body around with ease.

"Padre!" Giorno yelled in concern.

"MUDA!" Dio planted his feet to the ground and tried to sweep his opponent's foot but it was unmovable.

Mary simply sighed at the sight of Dio struggling to bring down her son.

'S-shimatta! I can't move him! It's like chopping down a goddamn tree with your foot!' Dio sweatdropped. Tarkus began to start his advance, pushing Dio back. "W-WRYYYYY!" Dio winced in pain as his feet slid off the rough ground.

"Follow up!" Gappy yelled. Dio heard and tried to lean his weight on Tarkus' chest in vain hopes of crashing the giant down the canvas.

"T-THIS IS JUST PITIFUL! DIO STANDS AT AN IMPRESSIVE 6'3 FEET BUT STILL LOOKS AND IS TREATED LIKE A CHILD AGAINST TARKUS! IS THIS A DAVID vs GOLIATH WHERE DAVID LOSES?!"

"Pa! Do something!" Giorno yelled.

"COME ON! ARE YOU GONNA LET THAT OVERSIZED KING KONG ACTION FIGURE HUMILIATE YOU?!" Pucci yelled from the announcer table. "EAAAGH! HOW DID YOU GET PASSED SECURITY?!" Speedwagon screamed. "Shut the hell up, white boy. I'm here to support my dog." The priest snarled.

"You moron! What do you do when you chop down a tree?! You don't start from the-" Gappy shoved another french fry in his mouth "TOHPH!" he yelled with his mouthful.

It reached Dio.
"NGRYYYYYYYYY!" Turning his back against the giant and grasping a single arm, he lowered his hips as a hinge , he pulled with all his might.
Tarkus' and mostly everyone's eyes except Jotaro and Gappy's eyes widened.

He flipped him off! With a beautiful seoi nage. The crowd went silent.

"EVEN SPEEDWAGON WAS SPEECHLESS!"

"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! LET'S GOOOO! YEAH!" Pucci cheered at the quiet arena as the loud sound of thumping echoed when Tarkus hit.

Dio stumbled a bit but regained his footing as he panted.

"Good grief." Jotaro mumbled. "He trained in wrestling! I knew it!" Kars gritted his teeth.
"BLITZKRIEEEEEEEEEEEG!" Stroheim yelled.

And the crowd goes wild.

Speedwagon grabbed the mic "A-AGAINST ALL ODDS! DIO MANAGED TO SETTLE THE SCORE! IT EVENED OUT!"

Pucci cackled and wheezed "The nigga got folded like a laptop!"

"Stop saying the N word!" Zeppeli snarled at the priest.
"What? You jealous cause you can't say it? Dream on, Willy Wanker. I ain't giving you the n word pass."

"Nice!" Bruno cheered and glanced at his bestfriend, the blond had the biggest smile he had ever seen.
"I see where you got your cunning from, Giorno." Bruno complimented. "You bet. Padre may be unpleasant, but his smarts are unbelievable." Giorno proudly boasted. "Well, he is a lawyer, wasn't he? It's a given that he is a sly one." Fugo asked. "Yeah he is." Giorno replied.

Dio - 1
Tarkus - 1

'Damn..! He tricked me!' Tarkus glared at his idol. He may be a giant strongman but he is no fool. He is not going to fall for the same stuff the second time. Tonpetty didn't have to call him back as he made his way to his starting position.
'This time I am going to shove him. I outclass him in raw power, I also outweigh him, so if I overwhelm him with pressure, he won't have time to use one of his techniques.' Tarkus grinned "For a man your size, not bad."

Dio returned the gesture "That's right! Don't hold back, boyo!"

Giorno pushed the thoughts of the illness away. 'Just look at him go... There's no sick guy in the world that can move like he did. Besides, uncle and Mr. Speedwagon wouldn't have allowed him to participate if its anything serious.' He took a deep breath, trying to be rational.

Unfortunately, logic doesn't apply here.

"BEGIN!"

"OH! AND IT WAS TARKUS WHO HAS ENGAGED! HE CHARGED STRAIGHT TO DIO!"

Dio lunged towards him too.

'That's it. If you stayed there, he would have launched you away.' Gappy thought.

Much to Dio's shock however, the moment he touched Tarkus, the giant grabbed his shoulders and tossed him away. "Shit!" Dio stumbled but he barely managed to recover. Almost going past the boundaries.

Tarkus remained calm and waited for Dio to come to him.

"Smart. Tarkus didn't want to risk being redirected to the outside so he waits at the center. This is gonna be tricky for him." Jotaro muttered.
"His hands were an eyesore." They all glanced at Kosaku, seeing as it was the first sentence he uttered. "Whose hands?" Formaggio asked after the long pause.

Bruford and Mary remained silent however, they are trusting Tarkus' judgement whilst the audience calls him a coward for letting Dio some room to breathe.

"ARE YOU SCARED, BIG GUY?!"
"BIG MAN, TINY BALLS."
"FINISH HIM OFF, YOU GIGANTIC PUSSY!"

"IT SEEMS LIKE MR. ENGLISH HAD BETTER JUDGEMENT. WHAT WILL DIO DO?!"

Dio shoots low for another double leg takedown, but this time out of pure instinct, Tarkus sprawled on top of him and crushed him with his weight.
"Ngrr!" Dio grunted.

"DIO!" Jonathan called. "This is bad, damnit, I know next to nothing when it comes to grappling." Johnny gritted his teeth. "There is no way for him to get out of that. Specially with the weight difference. He just needs to weather the storm." Gappy said as he munched on a burger. Johnny's forehead started to sweat despite the place being well air conditioned. "Wait, when did you get another foo-"

Giorno and the gang can only yell Dio's name. Giorno had no idea how to get out of the north and south position so he can't say anything to coach his father.

"BRO! TOSS HIM OUT OF THE RING!" Bruford screamed.

Tarkus however, had other plans. He plans on resting on top of Dio to drain him of his stamina.

Dio panted underneath the weight 'Goddamn this fucking ginger boulder! He is leaning on me not because he had no idea what to do next, he is doing it to tire me the fuck out!'

"IT SEEMS LIKE A STALEMATE HERE! TARKUS IS TRYING TO CRUSH DIO UNDER HIS IMMENSE 460 KILOGRAM MUSCLE MASS, BUT IT'S NOT GONNA GIVE HIM POINTS SINCE THE GOAL IS TO TOSS HIM OUTTA THE CIRCLE!"

"Motherfucker!" Was all Pucci could scream.

Tarkus finally stood up after a few minutes carrying the exhausted Dio before effortlessly tossing him out of the circle.

"DIO!" Jonathan and Johnny yelled.

Tarkus - 2
Dio - 1

"Drat! If Padre loses this, he will only have one chance left! And he has to face 8 more competitors should he win this one!" Giorno thought grimly.

Dio panted as he slowly stood up. He walked towards his position as Tonpetty prepares to signal them once more. He took his stance and glared at Tarkus.
'Gappy did mention focusing on their sense of balance. Which is why I was able to toss Giorno around while using little of my magnificent power, and also why that YMCA sailor can toss me around as well. I just have to focus on which foot is he going to rest his weight.'

"BEGIN!"

"OOAAAH! WITH TARKUS ONLY HAVING ONE POINT AWAY FROM WINNING, DIO TOOK THE INITIATIVE! HE GRABBED THE GIANT'S SHOULDER IN AN ATTEMPT TO PUSH HIM AWAY!"

"Wrong! He is going to try to trip him by disrupting his balance!" Gappy exclaimed, calling Jonathan and Johnny's attention.
"The moment Tarkus lifts a foot, Dio will kick his ankle. But how? Even if Tarkus lifts a foot, he is too heavy to be moved."

Tarkus wondered what the other man was up to. 'He is only pushing with one hand and pulling with the other! What trick is this?' The giant had enough and tried to shove Dio away but the man held on for dear life.
Tarkus winced as Dio buried his nails to his skin. The giant placed his palm on Dio's face and pushed but the man won't let go.

"What the- HELL?!" Tarkus winced as he felt Dio licked his hand. He withdrew his palm but Dio used the opportunity to stomp on his foot.
"AGH!" Tarkus howled. "Sorry!" Dio lied but smiled as the window of opportunity presented itself. Tarkus lifted his affected foot and Dio roared, sweeping the planted foot with all his might.
"WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"

"A RINGOOOOOUUUUUUUUT! TARKUS HAS BEEN TOSSED OUT OF BOUNDS!"

"AYY! OHH! THAT'S FUCKING DIO, YO!" the priest stood up and started crip walking.

"I'll give him a B- for committing a foul though." Gappy deadpanned as the crowd cheered.

"Cheating bastard." Jotaro chuckled.

"Man... He got some moves." Josuke gulped. "I knew it, he was training grappling too along with Giorno. I noticed that Giorno's muscles weren't the exact form as a striker's. He had been crosstraining along with his father." Jolyne adds.

"Oh damn! I hope Mr. Ciocolatta won't have to face Dio in a fight." Mista exclaimed. "Huh? Come to think of it, what's your gym's specialty?" Giorno asked. "It's a secreeeet. We're both competitors, you dumbass. I can't share any of my gym's secrets with you!" Mista teased. "But didn't you like worked at Giorno's uncle's gym for like half a year?" Bruno deadpanned.

Dio - 2
Tarkus - 2

"IT SEEMS LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN TAKING TURNS SCORING! WILL TARKUS WIN SINCE IT WAS HIS TURN TO SCORE?! OR WILL DIO TURN IT AROUND?! THE CROWD SEEMS TO BE EXCITED!"

"How is that fair?!" Bruford asked loudly. "Don't worry about it. They didn't say that it was against the rules." Mary calmly replied. "And besides." She smiled. "It looks like your brother was having the time of his life."

"TARKUS IS SMILING! DOES HE KNOW THAT HIS VICTORY IS SECURED?!"

"BEGIN!"

'So it's gonna be like that, huh, Mr. Dio? Don't worry, I can play rough too!' Tarkus charged towards the man. "Huh?!" Dio was alarmed as the giant advanced.

"He better trip him while he has that momentum." Gappy mumbled. "But Tarkus' arms were held out wide... This don't look too good." Jonathan replied.

'This motherfucker used my momentum against me. He did one of Ryu's grabs from Streetfighter. Time to return the favor!' Dio lowered his stance and prepared but Tarkus suddenly hugged him.

"A BEARHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUG!"

"I KNEW IT!" Jonathan yelled.

"It wasn't against the rules. And Dio fouled him beforehand." Jotaro justified the action. "Well. I guess this ends early. Are we going to continue the Senior tournament once Tarkus got rid of him?" Kars asked and folded his arms.

Meanwhile somewhere in the crowd.

"The match excites me. This is something bodybuilding can't replicate." Wamuu started talking to himself. ACDC glanced at him with concern.
"The contest of strength against real men! No room for wimps!"

"Then you should have just joined a combat sport, Williams." ACDC replied.

"NGGGGGGRRRR!" Dio grunted in pain as the hug got tighter and tighter. He clenched his muscles to avoid getting crushed. "RRRRRRRUGHH!" Tarkus grunted as he exerted his strength.

"TARKUS HAS THE STRENGTH TO CASUALLY BEND STEEL POLES STRIPPERS USED TO DANCE ON AND ROLL FRYING PANS WITH EASE! THIS MUST BE EXCURIATINGLY PAINFUL AND BONE BREAKING! DIO NEEDS TO USE HIS WITS TO ESCAPE! THE BEARHUG FROM HELL!"

"Is he gonna be okay?!" Johnny asked his cousin. "I don't know! But the thing he was taking was more or less a performance enchancing drug..." Jonathan replied.

Flashback.

"This Green Day supplement is a steroid!" Jonathan yelled at Dio. "So?!" The man replied. "I thought you'd never take steroids! I thought you were going to be natty to the end!" (Natty means natural)

"I REJECT BEING NATTY, JOJOOOO!'

Flashback ends.

"I guess it's neccessary. It's what's keeping him up." Jonathan facepalmed.

Ciocolatta took out a notepad and started writing. 'People affected with AIDS generally have lower bone density than a healthy person. No shit. But Green Day's amplified calcium formula counteracts that.' He frowned. 'He is going to have severe osteoathritis in two years if he survived this event.'

Dio's arms were trapped under the embrace, he can only bend it. "FUUUUUAAACK!" The man coughed blood as Tarkus crossed his arms and grabbed Dio's shoulders to crush it.

"IT SEEMS LIKE DIO IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS!"

"PADRE! DON'T YOU DARE LOSE!" Giorno stood up.

"RIGHT! LISTEN TO YOUR KID!" the audience laughed as they mocked the blond man being crushed.

Dio gritted his teeth and decided to snake his hands towards...

"AAAARRRRGGGHHH!" Tarkus yelled in pain as he let go of Dio.

"OAAAAAHHH! DIO ESCAPED BY TWISTING TARKUS' NIPPLES!"

"WHAAAAAAAAAT?!" -the crowd.

"WHAT UTTER BULLSHIT!" Bruford yell as Mary simply laughed it off "Hey, language!"

"BBBBBBBBAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHA! AHIE AHIEHIE!" Stroheim laughed his ass out as his fellow participants went silent.

Giorno was speechless. "W-WOO! WHAEVER IT TAKES TO WIN!" Mista yelled.

Meanwhile Josuke and Jolyne can only look with disgust.

Trish saw Jolyne from the other side. She knows she was using Giorno to get back at Anasui, and its making her sick. But then again, she more or less raped him so who is she to talk?

"COME ON! IS THAT IT?! COME AT ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" Tarkus yelled, adrenaline coursing through his veins. His next plan was to grab Dio's leg and slam him to the ground like what Hulk did to Loki that one time. His enormous strength is more than enough for him to use Dio as a human hammer.

"SAISHU ROUND DO DA!" Dio screamed back and sprinted towards the giant.

"What in fuck's name is he doing?!" Johnny asked.

"SHOW HIM HOW WE DO IT AT MIAMIIIII!" Pucci screamed.

"ANOTHER TACKLE?!" Speedwagon asked.

The giant crouched down to grab Dio's ankle, but time seemed to slow down as he was baffled that Dio's feet were nowhere to be seen.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEAAAAAAGGGHHH!" -Speedwagon

Tarkus' face crunched as two soles hit his face. Everyone's mouth dropped as Tarkus was blown out of bounds.

THUUUUUUUD!

The giant hit the ground.

It was a dropkick.

Thunderous cheers errupted as everyone went nuts at Dio's victory.

Dio - 3
Tarkus - 2

"IT WAS A CLOSE ONEEEE! DIO LANDED A DROPKICK THAT FINALLY ALLOWED HIM TO OVERCOME TARKUS! THE CROWD CAN BARELY CONTAIN THEIR CHEERS! THEY DIDN'T LIKE THE MAN BUT HE PROVED HIMSELF AS SOMEONE YOU SHOULDN'T UNDERESTIMATE!"

"... Good grief." Jotaro got up and walked out of the door. "I guess he had enough of the bullshit." Formaggio chuckled. "Well, he thought outside of the box." Weather deadpanned. "IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?! WHAT THE FUCK AND I AM FIGHTING HIM NEXT?!" Ghiaccio screamed. "LUCKY YOU!" Stroheim screamed. "NO ITS NOT, YOU FUCKING WERCHMAHT TOASTER, I DON'T WANNA FIGHT A FUCKING TRICKSTER IT PISSES ME OFF!"

"I DUB THEE, FLORIDA MAN!" Pucci yelled as the cheers went even louder.

"YEAH! WAY TO GO!" Mista cheered. "Close one." Giorno sighed in relief.

Jonathan shook his head with a smile. "I didn't taught him that. Did any of you?" Johnny asked the two, they both shrugged.

Dio raised his arms in victory and screamed. The crowd screamed with him.

Speedwagon leapt off the table to interview him.

Tarkus remained on the ground, speechless. But to his shock, the blond went over to help him up. Dio smiled at him and patted his shoulder "You did good. But not good enough!" Dio cackled like a maniac and Tarkus followed his example.

"OH WHAT A WONDERFUL DISPLAY OF SPORTSMANSHIP! IN THE END, THESE MEN HAVE RESPECT FOR ONE ANOTHER!" Speedwagon yelled before calling Tarkus' attention.

"Mr. English, what do you have to say after that match?"

"Well I..." the giant panted as he caught his breath "At first I made a fool out of him and myself by throwing the match. I wanted him to win because I respect that man. But in the end, showing mercy to your competition is the ultimate insult. SO I DID MY BEST, BUT I GUESS IT AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH WOOO!" Tarkus yelled as the crowd cheered at his modesty. "Sorry I didn't win this one, you two! But I had alot of fun!" He pointed at Bruford and Mary at the crowd, who returned the smile. He dropped the mic and walked back to his side's entrance. His adoptive family got up and left their seats to talk to him.

"How touching." Kars snarked. "Class act. I didn't expect him to act like that." Formaggio said. "I KNOW RIGHT?! WHAT A FUCKING BETA! HE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING SMACKED DIO IN THE HEAD FOR THROWING HIM, I KNOW I WILL!" Ghiaccio screamed. "Relax. You should take a leaf out of his book and calm down." Weather snapped. "FUCK OFF, WEIRD ASS NAME." Ghiaccio inhaled and walked off, it was his turn in a couple of hours.

"What about you, Mr. Dio? What a wild match it was! What's your statement about it?" Speedwagon asked the exhausted man. Dio promptly grabbed the mic and screamed "WHERE YOU AT, KARS, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS! YOU PICK THE WRONG MAN TO MAKE YOUR ENEMY, I AM THE TYPE OF GUY WHO WILL GET OFFENDED IF YOU CLEARED YOUR THROAT SO WATCH OUT."

The crowd cheered whilst Giorno facepalmed at the last dumb sentence he made.

"ALRIGHT! YOU HEARD IT FROM HIM! NICE MATCH, MR. BRANDO!" Speedwagon lets him free as the man returned to his entrance.

The crowd applauded at the spectacular show as Jonathan, Johnny and Gappy came to check on Dio.

"Finally, he got past the first round." Giorno sighed in relief. "Man, who knew he'd get matched with an absolute beast in his first round? Talk about unlucky." Mista stated. "I think they already predetermined the matchups behind the scenes. I'm guessing whoever that Kars guy is going to be last because of the obvious bad blood." Bruno said. "But is he gonna make it through the 7? I've read that those guys are absolute athletes." Narancia said as he scrolled his phone. "Actually I had a pamphlet on who the participants are. They distributed these to the early birds that arrived then they ran out of it because they didn't expect the stadium to be filled." Trish said as she grabbed the pamphlet from her purse. "Someone finally said a word." Mista teased. "Shut up."

"Well? Aren't you gonna congratulate your dad for winning? If I had a son like you I would have shot him." Abbachio snapped at Giorno "Oh! You're right! I'll be right back!" He stood up and ran.

Meanwhile downstairs.

As Dio entered his room, he dramatically fell to the ground. The door opened and the three screamed his name in concern.

Jonathan grabbed him and carried him to a table. "What happened?! Josuke, get a bucket of water!" Jonathan said as he touched the blond's neck, it was seething hot. "I need... Fucking painkillers!" Dio grumbled. "On it." Johnny ran outside.

"We should forfeit, this is enough! Everyone loved it, everyone saw how strong you are-" Dio smacked his face with his palm.
"We've... Entered... A point of no return. If I stopped now I'd die like a wimp in a hospital bed." Dio grunted in pain as he slowly stood up.

"TIMBER!" Gappy yelled as he poured the cold water on Dio. "WRYyyyYYYYyyyYYY!? WHAT THE FUCK?!" The man shivered in cold.
"You were atleast 41 degrees celcius! It's neccessary." Jonathan sternly answered, he didn't like where it's going, but he just can't stop him.

"I gotta change my shirt." Dio demanded as Jonathan walked towards the wardrobe and threw a tanktop at his brother. "You should take a shower." Gappy said.

"Aren't you even gonna compliment how awesome my grappling is?!" Dio screamed at the ex navy. "... I mean, it is to be expected. I'm a great teacher." the guy shrugged.
"Goddamnit, you arrogant schmuck! I hate people who are full of themselves!" Dio grumbled.

"A case of pot calling the kettle black." Jonathan rolled his eyes. "If I'm the pot I won't call him black. I'll call him n-"

"Don't say that word anymore!" Jonathan snapped.

"What? Pucci told me I can use it. Besides, just ask Giorno. I have African American-"
"No you don't!"

Meanwhile with Giorno.

Giorno stumbled upon Father Pucci. "Oh hey, wassuuuuuuup?!"

"Hello, Father Pucci. Are you going to congratulate padre for the win?" Giorno politely asked. "Kid, call me Enrico. I ain't on the church right now so you don't call me father, I ain't your daddy. And yeah, I am!" The priest said. "Oh, okay Fa- Enrico." Giorno replied.
"Look, if you having a hard time pronouncing the E word, you can call me by my street name. Let's see, back in south central, they call me OG P. It could stand for Playa, my surname or Pimp."

They walked passed a blue haired guy with glasses mumbling to himself, Giorno immediately got a bad feeling in his gut. 'That guy is bad news...' he thought. 'That BuzzFeed employee looking fucker? Nigga, get outta here.' Pucci replied telepathically.
Giorno's eyes widened "HOW IN THE WORLD-"
"Bitch, I'm holy." Pucci folded his arms lamely.

Giorno blinked twice before pointing out "Oh! That's the room!"

Ghiaccio just walked passed two weirdoes talking about street names but he kept his focus on his objective. He figured out that the Italian guy named Willy Wanker was in charge of setting up the contest. So he is going to sabotage it to his favor.
"Everyone is a hypocrite at some point. I called that Dio bastard a cheater yet here I am going to rig the next match."

The operating room was oddly unguarded. He knocked on the door after hearing someone inside.

"Still, something bothers me. That weird Weather guy told me to take a leaf out of Tarkus English's book for being calm despite being powerful. But I don't understand. Leave no stone unturned is understandable, since you have to lift stones to look for something..." he calmly monologued.

"Yeah, yeah, FUCK OFF! I will make the pizza and I won't give you any!" William opened the door and angrily hung up on his phone.
"Hey, unauthorized people aren't allowed here-"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING A LEAF OUT OF A BOOK SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" Ghiaccio screamed, causing the italian programmer to jump a little. "Signor, what are you talk- OOHGF."
Ghiaccio proceeded to knock him the fuck out in a single punch as he continued his rambling "WHAT THE HELL IS A LEAF DOING INSIDE A GODDAMN BOOK?! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! AAAAAAaaaaAAAaaAaaaaAAAAA!" he slammed his fists on the wall repeatedly.

After calming down, he accessed the controls. Hundreds of possible contests showed themselves from "Most pullups" to "Standing arm wrestling"

He scrolled the mouse to find something that he had the advantage on. "Well, there's an ice rink under this stupid fucking dome?! I'll be damned!" He grinned and clicked it.

Dusting himself off and walking away, he just need to wait for 3 hours for the second round to start.

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"Bro." Tarkus heard the voice and looked up. "You're walking around with your head hung low. What did I tell you about proper posture?" Mary scolded him but she was smiling. He saw the two standing in front of him. "Sorry... I lost. I deserve to sulk around." The giant sheepishly replied. "What are you talking about? You are an absolute beast back there!" Bruford complimented.

"What did I tell you, Tarkus?" Mary folded her arms.

"It's not... About winning but about having fun?" He replied unsurely. "There's always a next time, you big turd." Bruford teased. "Come here." Mary held her arms out. "Heh... WAAAAARRGH!" Tarkus roared playfully as he grabbed the two in a gentle hug.

*TARKUS "THE BRITISH POWERHOUSE" ENGLISH RETIRES*

Sorry, that was my attempt to write a wholesome, dramatic scene.