"I will get my revenge!" Polnareff boasted, signing a couple of contracts. Smiling as he inspected the paperwork.
"I guess this is one new source of income!" Slamming the paper down to the table and spinning his wheels to get him to the television, he opened it manually "Fucking remote's nowhere to be seen..."
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"WELCOME BACK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WHILE YOU WERE AWAY, WE DECIDED TO CHOOSE THE NEXT CHALLENGE FOR OUR CHALLENGER! IT TOOK SOME TIME TO SET UP BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, IT'S AN ICE RINK!"
The confusion of the crowd was clear as day.
"They already chose a challenge without the round even starting?" The audience asked.
"Do you think that 15 minutes was enough?" Jonathan asked his cousin. "He learns fast I'll give him that." Johnny mused.
"I wanna skate too." Gappy frowned as they made their way back to their seats.
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"You know, I had alot of fun betting so far." The don chuckled. "Didn't you lost though?" Doppio said.
"Heheh... Si. But. I underestimated this Dio by betting against Tarkus. Let's see if he redeems himself right now." The don scrolled his phone, betting half a million euro on Dio.
"You are not going to regret it." Polpo said as he entered the VIP room.
"Don't be so relieved, my friend. I will bet against him when it's MY GYM's turn." Oasis Gymnastic's Manager: Diavolo Naso.
"No disrespect to Mr. Greene but what if he lost?" Polpo asked, taking a seat.
"Hmmm... He is too useful to be disposed off. Then I guess I make Dio sleep with the fishes." Diavolo menacingly said. "Can you be anymore stereotypical as a mob boss?" Polpo snarked. "I loves fish." Doppio adds.
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. . .
"Aren't you going to watch your father?" Trish asked as the two of them sat outside. "No. He is a dick." Giorno spitefully said. "Hmm? Why?" The pinkette asked.
"... I'm not sure I can talk about it, or you're interested enough to listen." Giorno said unsurely. "Try me." Trish replied.
"My padre... He is... Very passionate. Confident. He inspired me to workout, to get even stronger and make myself better. But at the same time, I disliked his self centered, narcissistic personality. He lacked basic empathy or sympathy towards others."
Trish nodded, she can relate to him somehow.
"While we were working out, uncle JoJo called me in the middle of the night and asked me if I wanna join the Juniors tournament. I said yes. You get what I'm saying? This is supposed to be the Seniors tournament, yet he was so damn arrogant he made it a gauntlet! Made it... All about him! And to top it all off, he has AIDS!"
The young woman gasped, she saw how hard Dio exerted himself during the Tarkus bout. But she composed herself and cleared her throat.
"Have you ever asked what made him decide that?" Trish asked softly. "He told me he can't explain it. But knowing him, it's his ego!" Giorno clenched his fists.
Trish glanced at the sky.
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"A HOCKEY FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!"
"WOAH?!" The audience yelled in intrigue.
"Ohhh boy, this won't end well." Johnny whistled.
The two participants are wearing thick clothing and a specialized pair of mitts that can be used to punch the other.
"Damn, Ghiaccio already had the advantage. That motherfucker is ice cold." Formaggio lamented.
"He hasn't changed huh?" Pesci asked.
"Who are you?" Kars asked the strange looking man. "Yeah, you're not allowed here." Weather Report agreed.
"Y-You guys are so mean!" Pesci yelped before running out the door.
"Shoot, forgot this place was 'Contender's only.'" Formaggio muttered.
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"HERE COMES THE CANADIAN HOCKEY BEAST! HAVING A BRIEF STINT IN NFL TO IMPROVE HIS ATHLETICISM, HE IS NOT SOMEONE YOU WANNA MESS WITH! DON'T BE FOOLED BY HIS CHILL APPEARANCE, HE ACTUALLY HAS QUITE THE FIERY TEMPER! STANDING AT 5'11 AND WEIGHING 87 KILOGRAMS, GHIACCIOOOOOOOOO "THE FROSTBITE" LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEEEEEELL!"
"FINALLY FUCKING GOT MY NAME RIGHT, FUCKWAD!" Ghiaccio screamed as he calmly skated towards the center.
'Goddamn, I want a cool nickname.' Dio said as he skated towards the center, much to Tompetty's frustration "HEY! It's not your turn yet! You're not even introduced-"
"AND THE OPPOSITION! HIS RESOLVE WON HIM A FIGHT AGAINST THE BRITISH POWERHOUSE, WILL IT CARRY HIM THROUGH THE BLIZZARD?! 6'3 TALL AND 103 KILOGRAMS HEAVY, DIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BRANDO!"
The crowd had mixed reactions, some people came to like him for his performance against Tarkus, others thought that was a fluke or what he did was cheating.
'Don't lose your cool...' Dio told himself as he cautiously skated. He took his late wife skating once... ONCE. And he wasn't particularly good at it. He remembered landing on her tits.
But Johnny's footwork drills made him accustomed to effortlessly shifting his weight and Gappy's stance drills gave him the stability he needed.
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. . .
"And like learning to ride a bike, he did it." Johnny snapped his fingers.
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"THE RULE IS SIMPLE! A FIGHT ON ICE! ALTHOUGH KICKING WITH YOUR SHOES IS PROHIBITED BECAUSE THE BLADES CAN CAUSE MAJOR DAMAGES! IF YOU FALL TO THE GROUND, YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO GET UP!"
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"I guess Dio loses another life again." Jotaro muttered. "This is pointless. Why continue on with this, he is not going to reach us. Just cancel this stupid event and make it a tournament like it was supposed to be." Kars crossed his arms.
"I think Dio has a high chance of winning." Weather Report uttered. "Say what now?" Formaggio asked.
"Fool. They are clearly fighting in Lidell's territory. What chance do that arrogant bastard got?" Kars spat.
"That's what everyone said when he wrestled Tarkus, and look where it got him." The man with the weird hat said.
"His best weapon, was his cunning."
"You." Ghiaccio pointed at him.
"What?" Dio asked as they approached each other.
"Protect yourselves at all times, always listen to my commands and play it clean." Tonpetty istructed.
"I will beat you." The ice man threatened.
"Well no shit, that's the purpose of this trial-"
"GO! Wo- OAGH!" Tonpetty yelped as he fell on his ass attempting to skate backward, landing with a loud thud.
"BEAT HIS ASS, GHIACCIO!"
"SHOW HIM HOW STRONG YOU ARE!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ghiaccio yelled at the crowd before skating towards Dio.
"Oh? You're approaching me?" Dio got in to a squared stance. 'I guess this is how it's gonna be...'
Ghiaccio lets out a wild swing, to which Dio easily avoided due to how obvious it was.
"Imbecile! I am booth boxer- holy shit!" Dio almost lost his balance but Ghiaccio caught him by the shirt.
"Oh damn... Thanks for cat-" a fist landed on his face.
"Booth Boxing... WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!" Ghiaccio screamed as he wailed on Dio's face repeatedly.
"DIO!" Jonathan called out with worry.
"Oh fuck! I was late again!" Pucci sat between Speedwagon and William holding his mic.
"WHOA!"
"Why the fuck are you-"
"OH SHIT! DIO!" Pucci screamed in a high pitched voice.
"HOW! CAN YOU! BOX! INSIDE! A BOOTH!?" Ghiaccio punctuated with every punch. Dio's nosebled as he gasped "Fwaa!"
He tried to fight back by throwing a liver hook with his left fist, but as he twisted his hips, he fell off balance. Ghiaccio lets go of him and kneed his face.
"Bguh!" Dio slid back through the ice.
"Fucking asshole!" Dio snarled as he rubbed his nose.
"Not so fucking tough now ARE YA?!" Ghiaccio taunted.
"1!" Tonpetty counts.
"Oh shit! I'm up! I'm up!" Dio said as he stood up.
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. . .
"I guess it's starting." Giorno muttered. "Are you sure you don't want to watch?" Trish asked.
"No. I can't stand him." Giorno replied without missing a beat. Trish thought about something.
"Have you ever thought that he was doing this all for you?"
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Dio flexed his neck briefly "Time to return the favor, you son of a bitch!"
Skating towards the opposition, he ducked at the last second and tried to tackle Ghiaccio. But the man wasn't budging.
"That is what we were talking about!" Johnny screamed.
'Damnit, so his trunk being too strong wasn't a load of bullshit!' Dio said as he was hugging the man's waist.
"PISS OFF!" Ghiaccio said as he delivered a downward elbow towards Dio's spine.
"Mmph!" Dio grunted but he only slid down slightly.
The crowd jeered "Why are you burying your face in his crotch?!"
"What are you, fucking gay?!"
"DIO, DON'T LET THOSE JEERS GO TO YOU, FUCK HIS SHIT UP!" Pucci cheered from the announcement booth.
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. . .
"Who the hell is that black guy?" Kars asked out of curiosity.
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'You don't have to tell me TWICE!' Dio delivered a punch towards Ghiaccio's chest, knocking him back slightly. "Ugh!" Ghiaccio grunted, he shoved the blond away and threw a wild haymaker to Dio's cheek, whipping his head back.
The crowd cheered at Dio's pain.
"HAHAHA! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET!"
"MORON!"
Tarkus stood up "Hey! Won't you just shut up and watch?!" He was sitting next to his brothers in arms and adoptive mother.
"Oh look who decided to stand up to Dio, the loser!" A scrawny man taunted as the people around him laugh.
"The hell did you just say about him?!" Bruford barked.
"I may have lost to Mr. Dio, but I'm sure as hell not gonna lose to YOU!" Tarkus grinned before charging at the guy.
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"HOOOAGH! IT SEEMS LIKE IT GOT A BIT ROWDY OVER AT THE SPECTATORS' SIDE! EVERYBODY PLEASE CALM DOWN!" Speedwagon yelled. "Dios mio!" Zeppeli exclaimed.
What ensued was a brawl in the audience, with Tarkus dominating everyone who gets too close.
"Oh my fucking- WORLDSTAR! WORLDSTAAAAR!" Pucci screamed.
"Goodness gracious!" Jonathan exclaimed as him, Johnny and Gappy decided to try and calm down the chaos from Tarkus' area.
"WOLRDSTAAAAAR!" Pucci continued to scream as some of the cameras focused on the audience brawl rather than the ice rink fight.
Before Speedwagon gets to say anything, Pucci shoved the mic to him "Here hold it for me, dog."
The priest removed his top and throwing it at William's face before charging to the brawl to join the fight for no reason.
"Y'ALL GON' CATCH THESE RIGHTEOUS HANDS!"
"FATHER PUCCI, NO!" Jonathan screamed as the priest punched the guy the gentleman was trying to calm down.
"Hmm. A battle." Wamuu calmly stripped his shirt and posed. "Fucking calm down, you retard! You can't fight!" ACDC angrily pulled the child down.
"But I can."
"No! I meant you are not allowed to fight!"
"Holy shit, look at that!" Josuke yelled. "Where's Giorno?!" Jolyne asked.
Giorno looked at her with disgust "No way. He only thinks about himself. That is beyond impossible."
"Well, maybe. But just look at you, you're not the type that would hit the gym on your own. The first time I saw you was when you fell off your back trying to do windshield wipers, and your dad was there. I assumed that he pushed you to become a better version of yourself. Physically and mentally. You're more confident. Your posture was fixed. And he seems to be very proud of it." Trish pointed out, whilst Giorno remained silent.
"I don't know your father that much... But I'm sure he's leagues better than mine."
"Oh please, I don't think that's possible." Giorno sneered.
"My father was a mob boss. He is in charge of circulating drugs around Europe. Basically an italian El Chapo if you will." The pinkette laughed sadly. Giorno gulped before silently apologizing for being insensitive.
"He used to regularly beat my mom and me back then... He even at one point planned on selling me out. My mom had enough and drew the last straw at that, then we fled without his knowledge to Manhattan. Then we found our way here." Trish smiled at him.
"Dios mio... I am so sorry." Giorno whispered.
"You have a great dad, Giorno. Not perfect, but he could be worse." Trish stood up "Maybe you should stay by him until the very end. Whether you admit it or not, you're going to miss him."
Giorno's lips quivered, he remembered that Dio's days were numbered. He stood up and walked towards the entrance. Trish followed next to him.
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Dio and Ghiaccio glanced at the brawl, Ghiaccio returned his gaze at his opponent whilst Dio was searching for someone.
"Oi, oi, oi... Don't take your eyes off ME!" Ghiaccio yelled as he delivered another punch to Dio.
"Shit..!" Dio grunted as he was blown back, but Ghiaccio caught his shirt again.
'Screw tactics! I'll fight fire with fucking fire!'
As Ghiaccio threw a punch, Dio also threw them. What happens halted the fight from the audience at the sheer intensity of the exchange.
"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK-"
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA-"
Josuke once again "... HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT! THAT IS GREAT!"
"Dio..." Jonathan muttered.
"DON'T LET UP!" Johnny cheered. "Hey that looks pretty fun!" Gappy grinned.
The priest avoided a punch and countered with a poorly executed punch, knocking the average joe out, Enrico clapped his hands and started dancing.
"BAM! YOU GOT SLEPT, BOY! EYYYYYY!" Pucci stopped cheering himself as he saw the intense fight happening on the ring. "YOOOO! LET'S FUCKING GO!"
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. . .
"This just got more interesting." Jotaro smirked. "What are they thinking?! Everyone is such an idiot!" Kars jeered. "WOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Stroheim screamed. "Jesus, Rudol, you are louder than Speedwagon on the mic!" Formaggio complained. "MY NAME IS NOT JESUS." Stroheim claimed.
Kosaku simply looked in horror "That's not the right way to take care of your hands..!"
"What is it with you and hands?" Weather asked.
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The crowd started cheering louder than ever "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"WHAT RUSH! WHAT INTENSITY! GHIACCIO LETS GO OF DIO'S COLLAR SO HIS OTHER HAND CAN PUNCH HIM TOO! BUT THIS IS WHAT GHIACCIO DOES BEST, CAN DIO KEEP UP?!"
Dio was knocked back.
"YOU DONE YET?!" Ghiaccio asked as Dio almost lost his balance, but he regained it at the last second.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?! COME AT ME LIKE YOU FUCKING MEAN IT!" Dio said, his face bloodied but he was still ready to fight.
"I FUCKING WILL!" Ghiaccio skated towards him and they had another exchange "FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA!"
"A-AMAAAAAAZING! THE SHEER INTENSITY OF THIS PUMMEL DUEL MANAGED TO PACIFY THE RUMBLING CROWD! HOW LONG IS THIS GONNA GO! HOW MUCH CAN THEY TAKE?"
Giorno almost fainted at the sight "Padre..!" Trish covered her mouth in awe.
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. . .
"DAMNIT!" Ghiaccio delivered a hard uppercut that caused Dio's mouth to squirt blood. Dio gritted his teeth.
"WRYYYYYYYYY-" Ghiaccio's next punch landed square on his jaw.
"HE CAUGHT DIO WITH A HARD RIGHT TO THE JAW! DIO WAS BUCKLING OVER! HE DEFINITELY FELT THAT!"
"COME ON DIO GIVE EM MORE OF THEM HANDS!" Pucci cheered.
"DIO! DON'T FIGHT HIM IN HIS OWN GAME!" Jonathan scolded.
'Giorno... Where the fuck are you?!'
Dio's eyes were half closed, focusing on Ghiaccio's perpetually pissed off face.
Ghiaccio raised his fist and landed a hammerfist on the back of Dio's head, sending it crashing down.
"Agh- ack?!" Dio's eyes widened as his tongue got stuck on the floor. "FUUUAA!"
"1!" Tonpetty counted.
"NAUU!" Dio screamed as he tried pushing himself up.
Ghiaccio turned to the crowd and lets out a loud scream of victory "AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"DIO GET UP!" Pucci yelled. Meanwhile Speedwagon thought something was wrong.
Jonathan noticed too. "Wait..! Guys look!"
"Holy shit." Johnny cussed. "So it wasn't a myth..." Gappy trailed off.
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. . .
'SHIT! THIS IS HUMILIATING!' Dio yelled as the crowd continued to cheer.
"SPEEDWAGON! SPEEDWAGON!" Jonathan called but the cheers drowned it out. "Don't worry, I'll go get em." Johnny said before running off.
Gappy without hesitation, jumped off.
"JOSUKE!" Jonathan yelled out in concern. He panicked for a bit before deciding to take the long route through the contender's entrance.
"Ooah!" Gappy grunted as he fell on his chest.
The man was in dire straights as he can't balance himself. The crowd did not notice him however.
"2!"
"Robert! ROBERT!" Johnny's slim build allowed him to pass through the crowd.
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Giorno thought quicked. He ran to where they passed Ghiaccio by, leaving Trish behind.
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. . .
"Are you serious?" Weather asked as his fellow competitors facepalmed at Dio's failure.
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. . .
Jonathan and Giorno bumped in to eachother.
"Giorno!"
"No time! Go help padre! I'll try to turn the power off to buy some time!" Giorno said.
Jonathan smiled before continuing on his way.
Giorno tried opening the metal door but it was locked. 'I should have asked uncle to open it for me.'
"MUDA!" Giorno punched the door...
"... Ouch!" He yelped in pain as he held his hand. "Think... Think! What would everyone else do in this situation? Padre and Uncle would just punch it and that's out of the option. Gappy will wait it out, and Johnny might just kick it..."
His eyes widened. He grabbed his hair pin and tried to shape it to a lockpick.
"Come on, come on..!"
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. . .
Ghiaccio observed his foe. "Hey, baldy. Wait a minute. I think the fucker is stuck." He told the referee.
"Not my problem." Tonpetty said before continuing his count.
"3!"
Gappy pushed himself off the side with his legs and slid towards Tonpetty, the ex navy took his pants down.
"4- HEY!"
The crowd laughed at the blunder, Tonpettt fell on his ass once more. "Fucking twat!"
Gappy "glided" to safety (to the contender's entrance)
"W-WHAT A TURN OF EVENTS! SOMEONE JUST STRIPPED THE REFEREE!"
Johnny looked at the referee with an amused smile 'That bought some time...'
As he reached Speedwagon, he grabbed his mic.
"Hey! Dio's tongue was stuck on the ice, he wasn't knocked out."
"So that's why... But I can't halt he fight! It was against the rules!" Robert exclaimed. "Not another tresspasser." William sneered.
"Shit. I just have to hope they make it..." Johnny sighed.
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Jonathan arrived at the entrance as Gappy slid between his legs.
"Josuke! You brought some time!" Jonathan smiled. "Yeah, it made the referee angrier though!" Gappy got up and dusted himself.
"JONATHAN. THEY CAN'T STOP THE FIGHT JUST BECAUSE DIO'S TONGUE WAS STUCK! IT'S AGAINST THE RULES!" Johnny said through the mic. Causing chatters from the audience.
"GODDAMNIT! I DON'T WANNA WIN THIS WAY! I WANT TO KNOCK HIM OUT!" Ghiaccio yelled.
Tonpetty angrily buckled his belt tightly before glaring at Gappy.
"5! 6!"
"Shit! He counted faster!" The ex navy yelped.
"I don't think I can help Dio in time!" Jonathan said.
"NGGG! NGGGGGGGGG!" Dio screamed as he tried to push himself off the ice.
"Come on, Giorno... Anytime now..!" Jonathan muttered out of nervousness.
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"It's over." Jotaro said. "I thought it finally got entertaining." Kars spat.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN DO IT, DIOOOOOAAAAA!" Stroheim yelled.
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"I'm gonna have to kill that Dio if he loses this one. I bet alot on him and I already lost the first round." Diavolo tapped his chin as Polpo glared at the back of his head.
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. . .
"Huh! It worked!" Giorno smiled before running inside.
"Fuse box!" He opened it and pulled the lever down.
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. . .
"7! 8! Huh?!" Tonpetty gasped as the electricity went out.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ghiaccio yelled.
"Now what?" Gappy asked. "... I hope this works. ORYA!" Jonathan punched the ice really really hard, causing a slight shake on the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" Ghiaccio asked. The audience felt it as well.
"IT SEEMS LIKE WE'RE HAVING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND A SLIGHT TREMOR AT THAT!" Speedwagon asked.
Gappy started rubbing his palms really quick "The ice was too cold. Let me heat it up a little to soften it up."
"Woah! That was some fast rubbing!" Jonathan complimented. "They taught and train us how to do this so we can survive in the wild... ORAARAORAARAORAARA!"
Gappy stopped as his palms emitted smoke. Jonathan stared in amazement as the ex navy placed it on the ice.
TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
It sizzled.
Meanwhile Dio was contemplating if he should just cut his tongue off.
"Okay! That's enough!" Gappy said.
The electricity returned however as the backup generators functioned.
"Quick! We're running out of time!" Gappy yelled to Jonathan.
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. . .
"No..! The power is back!" Giornk thought grimly.
"Hey you! You're coming with us!" The security told Giorno.
"Shit..!" Giorno braced himself to escape. "Tattoo! We got a live one here! Call the Ogre Unit!" Kenpo said at the walkie talkie, but Giorno took advantage of it as he slid between his legs before running away.
"HEY! GET BACK HERE!"
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"ORYAAA!" Jonathan and his gorilla strength caused a crack on the ice that crawled up to Dio.
Ghiaccio noticed the crack and backed off slowly.
Dio pushed himself off the ice, stood up and did his WRYYY pose.
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"WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT!" Stroheim screamed once more. The others became speechless at the sight.
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"DADDY'S BACK YOU BITCHES!" he yelled despite his tongue being wounded causing the crowd to cheer incredibly loud.
Tonpetty cussed to himself and folded his arms.
To everyone, it seems like Dio busted himself out, but it was far from the truth.
Jonathan and Gappy smiled.
Johnny sighed in relief.
Speedwagon grinned as he continued to commentate "THE ACTION HAS RESUMED, FOLKS! IT SEEMS LIKE NOTHING CAN STOP THIS MAN'S DRIVE TO ACHIEVE WHAT HE WANTS!"
"Hey." Ghiaccio called, Dio stopped posing and turned to him.
"You're pretty fucking tough. LET'S DO THIS!" Ghiaccio screamed with a shit eating grin.
"FUCK YEAH!" Dio returned the gesture as the two skated towards eachother.
Giorno returned to his seat and smiled in awe "... We did it."
But it's only half the battle.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing this. Stay safe everyone!