Everyone left their seats as Speedwagon informed them that the next match isn't due for the next 2 to 3 hours.

He led them to the large buffet to the building next to the dome.

. . .

"Of course I can compete! I can run fast and jump high, I'm black! And that's the one of the stereotype I agree on because it's positive." Pucci chuckled as they entered Dio's room.

"Well if it ain't Father Pucci." Dio said as he puts on a new shirt. "Hello, Father Pucci." Jonathan greeted as he turned the coffee maker on. "Sup, dawg. Looking like a swole Sonic the hedgehog, JoJo." Pucci complimented the gentleman making him smile and shrug.
Dio noticed his son.
"Hey kid. You saw how I roll out there? Looking like a real ni-"

"Dio! What did I just told you?" Jonathan scolded. "Woah, relax, man. I gave him the pass." Pucci told Jonathan.

Johnny and Gappy only stared at the guy since they don't know him.

"Heh. Yeah you did good out there, pa." Giorno complimented as he sat down. He was gathering his wits on how to ask them what the deal with Dio was.

"Oh, how rude of me. Father Pucci, this is my distant cousin Johnny Joestar and uh his brother in law, Josuke Higashikata." Jonathan introduced.

"Hey." Johnny greeted. Gappy bowed awkwardly, not knowing how to deal with priests.

"Hey hey, y'all can call me Enrico." Pucci said.

Giorno was thinking of ways he can break the ice about it. "Hey, Pucci. You did mention you can still run. You're not gonna be a surprise opponent, are you?" Dio asked tiredly.

"Nah. If I did, I'd leave your ass to eat my dust. The police don't call me 'The Runnin' Man' for nothin." Pucci boasted. "Heh, having a bloated ego is my thing, I'm pretty sure I can beat you." Dio argued.
"Not with fucking AIDS you aren't." The priest rebutted.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Giorno stood up in shock.

"Ohhh! I thought it was ADDIDAS." Gappy blurted out. "It's not Addidas, you airhead." Johnny facepalmed, now Giorno knows.

Dio and Jonathan glanced at eahother nervously as Pucci panicked "OH SHIT! I FORGOT THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE CLASSIFIED INFORMATION!"

Dio promptly stood up and punched Pucci in the jaw with a haymaker, knocking him down.

"Motherfucker!" Dio snarled. "I deserved that!" Pucci said in regret as he held his swollen cheek.

The room was silent as tension filled the air.

Pucci broke the ice and turned the other way "The Bible once said if someone slapped you, you should turn the other cheek."

Dio stared at him for awhile before wordlessly punching the other side of the priest's face once (knocking him out) and walking back to the table.

"... What. The fuck?" Giorno cussed, making the two brothers wince. The boy rarely cussed and when he does it usually means its serious.

"Well, aren't you two going to explain yourselves or do you want me to take this one?" Johnny asked. "No, Johnny. I want to hear it from them." Giorno dismissed.

Johnny simply shrugged as Giorno continued "Well?! Say something!"

"It means what it means!" Dio snapped. Giorno shook his head in disbelief as he walked back and forth "Padre, I... I knew you're crazy but I didn't know you were damn insane!"

"I thought those two words meant the same?" Gappy asked. Giorno glanced at him and said "Google it." Before continuing his rant.

"What were you thinking?! Have you lost your mind?! Did Johnny kicked you in the head THAT hard, you arrogant bastard?!" Giorno asked.
"Giorno, that is enough!" Jonathan scolds. "No! Don't you dare butt in, uncle! You guys hid it from me! Your son! Your nephew! I deserved to know! I mean, if it's not bad enough, you are participating in a strength gauntlet against nine people who are physically superior than the average healthy male!" The young man's voice cracked.

Dio looked like he was too tired. He was speechless for the first time in years.

"We know! It's not your fault, Gio. But..." Jonathan drifted off, lost for words as well. He didn't expect Giorno to find out this soon so they aren't prepared.

"But what?! Huh?! I'm going to put an end to this!" Giorno said as he turned to the door. But then, a wet tshirt hit his head.

"Don't you dare... GIO!" Dio said as he walked towards him.
Giorno angrily tossed the shirt away and glared at him "Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of doing something better with your life like resting, you decided to approach me?"

"I can't scold you without getting closer. Now all I can say is, even if you did get to Robert, it won't accomplish anything." Dio towered over his son, so he was looking down at him.
The man saw his son clench his fists. "What are you waiting for? Hit me!" He dared.

"Is that what you want, to get hit by your own son?!" Giorno asked angrily.

"Yeah! No! I just... I can't explain but I have to do this!" Dio awkwardly replied.
"YOU'RE GONNA DIE!" Giorno screamed. "NO SHIT SHERLOCK!" Dio yelled back.

Giorno shoved him and ran away.

"... FUCK!" Dio angrily blurted out.
"Honesty's the best policy." Johnny sarcastically mused, Dio just gave him the finger. "Well... What now?" Jonathan asked. "Maybe start with explaining to me what AIDS is?" Gappy suggested, frustrated that nobody even told him what it is. "Oh, right. I didn't get to tell you what that means, huh?" Johnny chuckled. "And you call me an airhead." Gappy grumbled.

. . .

Trish decided to split with the team, they disbanded anyways. Narancia having errands to run, Mista meeting up with his gym team, Abbachio needing to report to the station, Fugo deciding to watch it at home and Bruno being called by his parents.

Sipping on her french mineral water, she stopped dead on her tracks as she saw a familiar face. She frowned as she slowly lowered her drink.
"... What are you doing here?" She asked. "Daughter, what a pleasant surprise. Nice to see you again." Diavolo greeted as he prepared for a hug. But Trish did not budge "Stay the hell away from me."

"Such a shame that you still stay by your mother's side. You could have had a better life if you stayed under my custody." The man crossed his arms.
"What are you doing out here? Aren't you supposed to be in prison?" His daughter asked.

"Hm. Well I was one of the managers of the gyms here. And I have been released even before this happen! Ain't money such a wonderful thing? While your mother breaks her back working as a nurse." He scoffed. "Atleast it's not illegal! I know it's not much, but it's honest work. She saved lives... You? You take them." Trish spat.

"Grow up. Soon you'll learn that pragmatism triumphs over all in this harsh world... And besides, I'm sure you aren't the angel you always thought you were." Diavolo chuckles and turned his back on her. "Remember my name, brat. You are my offspring."

Giorno kept sprinting until he reached outside. He halted as he saw Trish and her father.

"But I do wish I had a son instead." Diavolo said before leaving.
Giorno's eyes widened but he can't see Trish's reaction since she had her back turned on him.

The young woman was heartbroken. She started trembling as tears fell on her face. Trish turned around and saw Giorno, to which she awkwardly tried to play off like nothing happened "Oh ummm... A-Allergies."

Giorno thought it was his chance to make amends to her. "It's okay. I saw everything."

Trish's eyes widened.

"N-No no. I'm not an eavesdropper, I swear! I just happened to stumble-" he was cut short as she hugged him tightly and wept on his shoulder.

He lets out a gulp before patting her back in an attempt to console her. 'Wait a minute, why is my back...'

Trish suddenly realized that she accidentally poured her water at Giorno's back and pulled away. "I'm sorry!" She apologized.
"It'a fine! It's fine." He reassured her.

. . .

"I can't believe that guy just drop kicked him like DORAAA!" Josuke mused as his nephew just shook his head in amusement. "Where's Jolyne?" Jotaro asked as they grabbed plates. "Huh? She said she's trying to look for her friends in the crowd and- oh there she is." The uncle answered.

Jolyne did not noticed them and brisk walked past, they looked at her in confusion. They knew something was wrong. They glanced at the direction she was walking away from and saw Anasui hot in pursuit.

The two immediately got in his way.

"Oh! Umm! Hi Mr. Jotaro! How are you enjoying your day so far?" Anasui asked nervously. Jotaro remained silent and glared at him.

"You stay away from Jolyne." Josuke said. "... Who do you think you are? I ain't listening to nobody when it comes to her unless it's Mr. Jotaro." Anasui snarled.

"Well guess what, punk? I'm Jotaro-san's uncle." Josuke smirked as he boasted.

"I don't wanna see you, or any men for that matter, near her. Do you understand?" Jotaro pointed at him to which he nodded obediently. Anasui glared at Josuke one last time before leaving.

"Good freaking grief."

. . .

"Ghiaccio Lidell. He was an NHL player who had been switching teams alot because he has a rowdy behavior." Jonathan narrated as he read the man's info. "I think I've seen him before. He was knocking people left and right on the rink. He also screams alot too." Johnny narrated. "Yeah? Well I can knock him the hell out too." Dio mentioned.

"No, no. You don't understand, brother. There is a difference when you punch someone while standing on the ground and standing on a slippery surface." Jonathan told him. "What. Since when did you became the fighting expert?" Dio snarked. "It's just basic common sense, plus, I beat you in Booth Boxing." Jonathan mumbled the last part. "I heard that!" The blond growled.

"He's right. I mentioned before that a punch's power came from twisting your hips while your feet are pivoting. You can't do that on the ice rink. Let alone while skating. Which means..." Johnny drifted off. "That the guy must have exceptional erector spinae muscles to be able to throw powerful punches. So I am pretty sure he can out perform you in deadlifts." Jonathan said.

"Oh! Is he the guy who stood up in that weird way while his heels are planted on the ground?" Gappy asked. "Yes, that is him exactly." Johnny answered. "Man, Joshu can't stop whining about how unfair life was when we saw that on television." The ex navy seal muttered.

"So what are we gonna do? We don't even know what the next challenge is and my son is out there in God-knows-where, not seeing my glory! And it's all because of this stupid shit's fault!" Dio asked as he pointed at the out cold gangster priest on the ground.
"We're just giving you a heads up to what you're up against. Remember, you're not that strong right now." Johnny said. "Say that again." Dio threatened.
"You're not that strong right now." Johnny repeated. "Damnit, that was supposed to be a threat!" Dio yelled out in frustration. "Hey, don't let the earlier drama get between you and your upcoming match." Gappy reminded. "I won't..." the sick man sighed.

"Damnit, how is he going to see me win now?"

. . .

"You didn't hate me..?" Giorno asked. "Where did you even got the idea? I thought YOU hated me." Trish said without looking at him.

"Well it was just a dumb case of misunderstanding I guess." Giorno rubbed the back of his head as they found seats outside the dome. It was considerably less crowded compared to the buffet building on the other side where everyone, even non spectators, gathered for the free food.

"Heh. I guess. I felt really stupid now that I think about it." Trish giggled. "Me too." Giorno smiled and held his hand out "So... Friends?"

Trish blushed and smiled sincerely "I never unfriended you, Giorno." But before she shook her hand, Jolyne suddenly appeared and hugged Giorno, much to their shock.

Giorno was flusterred beyond belief and Trish was very disappointed.

But before the blond boy could ask what the matter is, he saw Anasui on the distance, glaring at him.

"Don't worry, Giorno. I just need you to play along. If he punches you, that gives me the permission to kick his face in." Jolyne whispered. Trish was absolutely disgusted at her plan but she can't say much about it.

Giorno being the simp he is, agreed.

Jolyne wondered why he exaggeratingly placed his hips away. The answer was the young man was rock hard.

"You! I finally found you! You piece of shit!" Anasui screamed as he brisk walked towards them. Trish stepped aside in fear as the jealous guy dragged Jolyne away and punched Giorno in the face. Leaving a nasty mark. "Giorno!" Trish yelled in concern.

"Anasui!" Jolyne growled before kicking the guy in the midsection really hard, making him back off. "PFGAH! Damn babe... You're still feisty as ever!" Anasui coughed as he held his stomach.

Jolyne was in a stance, she was eager to beat the fuck out of him but before it escalates, Foo Fighters and Weather Report appeared.

"There you are, Narc." FF said. "What did I tell you about assaulting people." Weather said as he noticed Giorno's busted lip.

"Heh. Come on, we were just rough housing. Boys will be boys, right, Gionio?" Anasui asked. "It's Giorno." Was all the young man can reply.

"Whatever. This ain't over, Jolyne." Anasui told her menacingly. "Thank goodness you guys arrived to restrain that salty bastard WHO DIDN'T GET ANY." Jolyne taunted, much to Foo Fighters' amusement and Anasui's anger.

"Fuck you!" Anasui said as he walked away.

"Fuck me? You wish you did." Jolyne blew a raspberry. "One of these days I will." Anasui whispered to himself, he took one last glance at Trish before leaving.

"Hey Jolyne! It's been so long." FF greeted and dragged her away back to the buffet.

'Not even a thank you, huh?' Trish thought in spite. "Are you okay?" she asked the young man.
"I'm fine." Giorno smiled as blood flew down his lip. "You should be knocked out by now." Weather said causing the two to turn to the tall man.

"Sorry. I guess I underestimated you. Have a good day." Weather added monotonously before leaving.

"You're bleeding." Trish said in concern. "This is nothing compared to what I've been through..." Giorno said in a badass tone, before going back to his humble ways "I-I mean I'm not gonna lie or toot my own horn, but the past months had been very unkind to me that this is the equivalent to me being slapped in the wrist."

"That guy is a dick." Trish grumbled, referring to Anasui. Giorno simply shrugged "Well, you know what they say, you are what you eat."

The pinkette shivered however, that last look Anasui gave her meant trouble.

. . .

Only an hour left before the competition.

William reported the assault he experienced to Speedwagon.

"That was wonderful!" The blond mullet man said. "Were you even listening?! He punched me square in the jaw and rigged the next match!" William said in anger.

"Well then that just makes things interesting! And his choice of challenge should be very amusing! Robert said as he valued the entertainment of the spectators. He had absolute faith that Dio can triumph against this one anyway. After pulling off an unexpected win in the sumo match, Robert can't help but see and acknowledged that he and his magnificent adoptive brother are cut from the same cloth, meaning he can find a way to make his words in to reality-"

'There goes this bastard narrating out loud again.' William sighed, he is definitely going to sue the hockey player after this.

. . .

"Are you sure you can eat that, Rudol?" Lisa Lisa asked as she sipped her tea. "YES! THANKS TO THE ALMIGHTY GERMAN SCIENCE, IT CONVERTS THE COOKING OIL IN TO ACTUAL OIL SO I CAN EAT AS MANY FRIED FUCKING FOODS AS I WANT!" the cyborg replied. "Will you please shut the fuck up?!" Caesar screamed as he slammed his hand on the table, it won't look good for the potential dates he could be getting but this man was getting on his nerves.
"HAHAAA! FOOOOOOOOOOOL! GERMAN SCIENCE CAN NEVER BE SILENCED!"

"Fuckin' hell, it sure is noisy as hell over there." Formaggio chuckled before taking a tempura to his plate. As he returned to his table, he saw a familiar face. "PESCI, YOU FUCKWAD. YOU STILL DRINKING MILK?!" He heartily laughed.

"S-Shut up! It's healthy! You're just jealous because you are lactose intolerant!" Pesci rebutted. "Hey fuck off. By the way, where's your bro? I heard he took down that counselor from Ohio who talked smack about us." The competitor said in a low voice.

"Soooo, how was your talk with your daughter?" Polpo asked as he grabbed Diavolo's arm for guidance. "Absolute dumpster fire. Why the hell are you wearing a blindfold anyway, you're ridiculous." Diavolo asked as he met up with his three bodyguards.

"I must resist looking at the buffet or else I might break my diet." Was the large man's reply.

Diavolo elbowed him in the gut "Then you should cover your nose as well, this place smells delicious."

"I second that... Can I borrow one of you bodyguards to guide me to my suite?" Polpo coughed.

Diavoli glanced at his three bald bodyguards: King, Emperor and Crimson.

He chose Emperor to assist Polpo.

"Goddamnit." Emperor muttered under his breath. He was always chosen to babysit the fat fuck back when he was still a fat fuck. And to make things worse, Polpo was a more likely target of an assassination since he was the front of Passione.

"HEY WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAMED AFTER A RICE ANYWAY?" Ghiaccio asked him while Risotto just ignored him to continue eating.

"Josuke." Jotaro asked, grabbing a pen to stab a can of beer. "What do you think of Giorno?" He asked as he shotgunned it.
"Oh! Glad you asked! I think he was super kewl. He looks like a twerp but he can be so manly and handsome and hot-" Josuke said while he twirled his fork around the spaghetti on his plate, causing Jotaro to spit the beer.

"Hey Secco! Dude come here!" Mista called the buff weirdo in a gimp suit. Secco hobbled towards him on all fours, making Mista uncomfortable, not because he looks like an ape, but because he was using four limbs to move around.
"Look man, you can already eat sugar cubes at home, why don't you try something new?" Mista pointed at the strawberry cheesecake with his fork.

"Man! I am stuffed!" Tarkus cackled ashe tapped his stomach. "What did I tell you about table manners?" Mary berated. "You don't look like someone who just lost an event." Bruford grumbled. "Hey! For the next couple of days, we get to eat here free! Win or lose, that's a victory for me! Besides it's my bulking phase. I can pig out as much as I want." The strongman boasted.

Meanwhile the table of the Pillar Men were being swarmed by hoes, much to their annoyance.

As Kosaku and Yoshikage ate in unison, Kosaku broke the ice. "Brother."
"Yes?"
"The priest earlier from the announcement booth, he was the one I confessed my sins on."
"Oh, the eccentric person of color I see. Should we kill him?"
"No. He understood our situation. He called us a couple of "sick motherfuckers", told me to pray 20 Hail Mary's because I was extra "ice cold", and he asked me if I can do a couple of contracts for him." Kosaku said as he sipped his cola.
"An assassination contract?" Yoshikage asked.
"Yes. I asked him if he is gonna tell the police on me and he said "fuck the police coming straight from the underground, a young n word got it back cause he is brown." Much to my confusion." Kosaku said that in the most monotonous way he can.
"Much to mine too." Yoshikage replied.

The two then started laughing in an exagerrated way, cackling.

. . .

"Are you sure that was what the noise was about?" Johnny asked as the priest nodded, Dio simply shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm telling you man, your son felt like that buzzfeed fucker was up to something. He was walking towards the control room past us when we was talking about my street cred." Pucci said, whilst holding a pack of ice to his right cheek.

"This better not be bullshit, Enrico or I'm gonna punch you again!" Dio threatened. Jonathan entered the room "I got a call from Speedwagon himself, the next match is gonna have something to do with ice skating. I've talked to the guy in charge of everything technical, Mr. Zeppeli, and he confirmed."

"Oh my goodness! I wanna see the ice platform!" Gappy said as he ran out of the room.

Gappy ran and ran until he reached the arena.

"Woah, holy shit." He muttered. The dry, sandy surface that Tarkus and Dio fought on was now an ice rink.

15 minutes until the next match.