The next morning arrived.
"Ahhhh! Man, what a nice view from up here!" Formaggio stretched out and yawned as he looked at the beautiful overview of the island from his hotel window.
It was sunrise.
"Well, I have to loosen up for the event." He grinned before hearing a knock on his door.
"Si? OH SHIT!"
It was Risotto, Pesci, Prosciutto, Melone, Illuso, Ghiaccio.
"We just dropped by to wish you good luck." Melone greeted. "Heh, don't give me that shit. Y'all missed me." The manlet boasted.
"Damn Ghiaccio, you alright?"
"QUIT TOUCHING IT PESCI OR I'LL RIP YOUR ARM OFF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!"
"IT WASN'T ME- I'M OVER HERE!"
La Squadra.
A group of high level athletes that are mobsters. Risotto and Ghiaccio were newcomers ironically.
. . .
"Man, the lime flavor is a good addition, doc." Dio grinned as he slammed the mug to the table. "It used to taste like wet grass. Are you sure you are capable of walking?" Coocolatta asked as he tend on some random guy who slipped and fell off the stairs.
"Fuck yeah! Nothing can keep the almighty Dio bedridden!" Dio boasted before opening the door to exit.
"Oh?" The man paused as he saw his son waiting for him. "... Before you say anything, I just want to let you know that I'm..." Giorno drifted off, finding it hard to swallow his pride.
Dio raised an eyebrow.
"I'm..."
"Gay?"
"NO! I'M..."
"Pregnant?"
"NO! Let me finish!"
"Okay."
"I'm..." Giorno sighed "Sorry."
Dio simply glared at him. "What kind of a son am I if I refuse to support you. I decided, regardless of how I feel, I will watch you, til the very end." Giorno sternly said.
"Hm, I see that you've realized how dumb you are and can't resist staying away from your magnificently brave father."
'This cocky man..!' Giorno's eyebrows scrunched but he was surprised as the man hugged him.
"Thanks kid. Now that you're watching me, there's no way I'd lose!" Dio grinned as he lifted Giorno up like a child by his armpits. "Hey! Put me down!" The son protested.
"I promise, I'll never lose again." The father said in a serious tone before setting him down.
Giorno nodded and smiled "And I promise, to make my dream come through."
"What dream?" Dio asked.
"Do you remember what I've said when I decided to join the tournament?"
'Kono Giorno Giovanna ni wa yume ga aru.'
"Oh so that's what it meant, I ain't fond of speaking weeaboo so I disregarded it." Dio scratched his head. "What?! How rude!" Giorno exclaimed before calming down.
"Anyways. It is my dream, to achieve victory." Giorno clenched his fist "I know it'll make me an even better version of myself if I do win."
"It's not if you win. It's WHEN you win." Dio tapped his son's shoulder.
"I believe in you, son. Now lets watch that dream turn to reality."
Giorno never regarded himself as the emotional type, the last time he cried was when he was just an infant. But his stupid parents neglected him so much that even as a baby, he thought crying is useless because no one will come to comfort him. Even Jonathan and Erina were surprised at the child's inability to cry during all those times they babysit him.
Age 7, his mother died of heat stroke. They weren't very close and she tend to be cold but there were rare moments when she coddled him. But all he felt was numbness. Whilst his father cried dramatically during the funeral. Dio even have to nudge him during the burial ceremony and force him to cry but no matter how hard he tried, he just can't.
Now, the foreign feeling of tears threatening to flow almost overwhelmed him as his emerald eyes sparkled. But he closed his eyes and fought back.
"But now it's my turn to bask in the fucking spotlight! So you better continue cheering me on!" Dio slapped his back, snapping him out of it. But the older man noticed. As they walked towards the hotel to get some breakfast, Dio smiled. 'I don't want to break his no tears record.'
. . .
"Trish! Trish! There's someone at the door looking for you." Donatella called her daughter. "Just a minute!" Trish said as she finished washing her face, she rubbed herself dry with a towel.
'It must be Giorno...' she thought to herself. Opening the door, no one is outside.
She looked for the boy in the hallway but no one is there.
Or so she thought.
"So, have you decided?" She jumped at the voice of that awful douchebag.
Anasui was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed.
"You..!" She snarled. "Yeah, me." Anasui got off the wall and stood firmly.
"No way I'd team up with you." Trish stubbornly said. "Can you really stand the thought of them making out?" Anasui asked out of the blue, causing the pinkette to gasp.
"I can't, it frustrates me and angers me to no end!" Anasui growled as he clenched his fists.
"At first I was thinking of killing Giorno, but what's left of my conscience told me that there's another way! And by some stroke of luck, I found you!" Anasui raised his voice before kneeling in front of Trish.
"I need your help! I cannot do this alone!" The young man begged as Trish backed off a little.
'This man is insane..! But something tells me it won't end well if I refused him.' Trish gulped. 'His eyes... Were the same as padre's...'
The pinkette thought about it thoroughly. She thought it is a win win situation anyways. She spent the night restless, thinking how about what she really wants. And she decided that she wants to be more than his friend.
Bracing herself, she spoke "On one condition."
Anasui looked up at her.
"You're not gonna touch Giorno."
Anasui started giggling "Can do! Can do!" He jumped up grinning "We pinkies should stick together, don't you agree?"
"Yeah... Anyways, do you have a plan?" Trish asked.
"Don't worry, girl. All you have to do is occupy that blond ba- Giorinio. Take his attention away from my dear Jolyne for yourself!" Anasui snapped his fingers. Trish remained silent, wondering if she should trust this suspicious asshole.
"Well, it was pleasure doing business. I'm off!" Anasui happily waved his hand before leaving.
Trish tried to convince herself that she made the right choice.
. . .
"Queso, eh?" Kars asked as he made himself comfortable in the contenders' room. "He's that laid back guy in a buzz cut, right?" Weather asked. "Yes." Jotaro replied.
"MAN, IT SURE IS LONELY HERE WITH ONLY THE FOUR OF US!" Stroheim's voice boomed.
Tarkus figured it would be great watching with his foster family, Ghiaccio was watching from inside the clinic, Ciocolatta was tending to Ghiaccio, allowing his bandages a few slits so he can see, Kosaku was nowhere to be seen and Formaggio was competing.
. . .
"THIS IS TOO ITCHY!" Ghiaccio whined. "I see, the audience are piling up." Ciocolatta said. "Weren't you supposed to be preparing since you're next?" The patient asked calmly. "Hehe. What's there to prepare? I only need to bring myself." Ciocolatta shrugged.
. . .
The arena finally returned to it's sandy texture.
"WELCOME ONE AND WELCOME ALL! I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A WONDERFUL STAY IN THE STAR HOTEL! LET US START THE DAY WITH ANOTHER MAAAAAAAAATCH!" Speedwagon riled up the crowd.
"MY NAME IS ROBERT SPEEDWAGON."
"AND IT'S YA BOY, ENRICO PUCCI."
"WE ARE HERE TO COMMENTATE ONCE MORE AT YOUR SERVICE!"
William gave up on antagonizing Pucci since the man kept coming back and persisting because he wants to support 'his dawg' in any way he can.
. . .
"Dio, are you sure your elbow is feeling alright?" Jonathan asked as he noticed some mild swelling. "Don't worry, when we were training, I practiced being southpaw (left handed) just in case something like this happened." Dio smirked.
"I was the one who suggested it though." Johnny butts in.
"Don't steal my thunder!" Dio snarled.
"Wait, you mean, you guys aren't ambidextrous?" Gappy asked. The 3 men glanced at eachother.
"Are you?" Johnny asked. "Yeah. I always assumed everyone is." The ex navy muttered.
"Idiot! Don't you know how rare that is?!" Dio yelled.
"Wait, you're ambidextrous, Gappy? That's so cool." Giorno asked. "Yeah. Huh, if it's rare then I can understand why my superior officers assigned me to the Special Forces. I must be very special." Gappy smiled to himself.
"AAAAAND NOW!"
"Oh shit, you're up." Johnny said. Dio stood up but Jonathan blocked the door.
"Dio. Do your best." Jonathan smiled holding his fist out. "Dumbass, what do you think have I been doing all this time?" Dio returned the gesture and brofisted.
Giorno smiled, it's so good to be back to normal again.
. . .
"THE MAN WAS AN UNDERDOG THAT HAS A TENDENCY TO BE CUNNING ENOUGH TO WIN DESPITE BEING OUTCLASSED! HE IS ARROGANT, HE IS COCKY, BUT HE IS NOT SOMEONE TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY! 6'3 TALL AND A 101 KILOGRAMS HEAVY... DioooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAA... BRANDOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAOOoooo!"
Giorno's eyebrow rose up "Is it me, or he lost a few pounds?"
"Giornooooo!" He heard his voice called. "C'mere, we saved you a seat!" It was Jolyne waving at him. Next to her was Josuke smiling at him.
He shrugged and sat next to her.
"Excuse me!" He heard a feminie voice before gasping as Trish hurriedly sat next to him. "Phew! Goodmorning, Giorno!" She greeted.
"Hi. Goodmorning." Giorno smiled.
. . .
"Ohhh! So that's why Trish wanted to go." Donatella smiled as she saw her daughter on the screen amongst the crowd sitting with a blond boy her age. "Well, he looks nice." The woman smiled before hearing a knock on the door.
"Hmm? Who could that be? Coming!" She asked out loud before opening the door and seeing her ex husband.
Diavolo stared at the woman menacingly while the woman stoically closed the door.
Diavolo quickly jammed his foot to stop it from happening and forcefull opening it. "Ahh!" The woman gasped as she fell back.
Diavolo stood over her as he closed the door. Donatella trembled in fear "Soul..." she muttered.
"Donatella." Diavolo menacingly said.
The don took a step forward. Donatella's lips quivered before screaming "Kyaaaaaa! Stop! Don't ravage me!"
"W-What?! No! You idiot, I'm here to talk about Trish!" Diavolo screamed. "Eh?" His ex wife asked.
(Solido "Diavolo" Naso. Solido Naso was Doppio's alias when he wasn't consumed by the Diavolo entity according to the wiki so don't kill me please)
. . .
"FOR THE OPPOSITION! HE IS SMALL, BUT TERRIBLE!"
"HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!" Formaggio screamed from the entrace.
"BUT THIS DECATHLETE HAS PROVEN HIMSELF TO BE AN OUTSTANDING PHYSICAL SPECIMEN! STANDING AT 5'5 FEET AND 77 KILOGRAMS... "LITTLE FEET" FORMAGGIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAA QUESOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!'
The decathlete grinned as he walked to the entrance.
"I KNOW HIM!"
"HE IS IN THE ITALIAN TIMES MAGAZINE!"
"AMAZING! SO HE REALLY IS THAT SHORT!"
"Oi, shut up!" Formaggio snarled at the audience whilst his opponent observed him.
'JoJo told me this guy is going to be fast. But nothing the mighty Dio can't handle.' Dio grinned as the large screen turned black.
"NOW! TO CHOOSE THE CHALLENGE THESE TWO WILL TAKE ON..!" Speedwagon said as the crowd were on the edge of their seats in anticipation.
. . .
"What do you think its gonna be this time?" Weather asked. "HOPEFULLY ANOTHER EXHILIRATING FIGHT!" Stroheim screamed. "He won't last long if he fights all the time." Jotaro states. "Will he finally catch his break?" Kars asked with a smile.
. . .
Dio does catch a break.
"UPRIGHT AND UPSIDE DOWN RAAAAAAAAACE!"
"What?" Dio asked.
"IT'S GOING TO BE A 200 METRE DASH BUT WITH A TWIST! HALF WAY THROUGH, THEY ARE GONNA HAVE TO FINISH THE LAST HUNDRED METRE RACING WHILE IN A HANDSTAND!"
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The crowd love the bizarre twist.
"H-Handstand?" Jonathan asked. "Don't worry, I taught him how to." Gappy proudly crossed his arms. "N-No, it's not that... I am worried about his elbow injury." Jonathan said.
"YEAH! I KNEW IT'LL COME IN HANDY!" Dio yelled in joy.
Meanwhile Formaggio was a bit nervous. 'S-Shit... I never tried to handstand before, let alone walk and race on it! But... I have the edge in the first half. It's a simple hundred metre dash. Gameplan is: to make him eat my dust while I figure out how to do it...'
"YOU CAN DO IT, FORMAGGIO!" Illuso cheered from the audience along with the rest of the squad.
"Big brother, do you think-"
"How the fuck would I know?! Stop asking and just watch, mammoni." Prosciutto sternly replied.
. . .
"What do you think of this matchup, Giorno?" Trish asked. "Hmm... To be honest I had no idea about the preparations they made a few weeks prior since we trained seperately-" Giorno was interrupted as Jolyne wrapped an arm around his back.
"Wow! Training nonstop are you?! Strong bastard!" She grinned causing Trish to snarl.
. . .
"No way I'd let her in your custody!" Donatella said. "This is the last time I am going to ask. Give me my daughter." Diavolo menacingly said. "Nope. And for that, I'm gonna file a restraining order because you were too persistent." Donatella huffed, facing away from her ex husband.
'Grrrrrr! This woman is getting on my nerves!' Diavolo sighed to calm down. "You leave me no choice."
King, Emperor and Crimson barged through the door.
"W-What's the meaning of this?! Ahhh!" Donatella screamed as the guards restrained her.
"KING, CRIMSON! HOLD HER ARMS TIGHTLY!" Diavolo commands as the two obeyed. "Emperor, grab her thighs..."
Donatella bit her lip as she prepared to scream.
"I knew it! You're gonna rape me! P-Pervert! Someone please save me! Anyone! Please! Ah- ah?" She asked dumbfoundedly as Diavolo was crouching near her feet with a feather duster.
"I'm not gonna stop until you sign this paper." Diavolo declared as Crimson whipped out an approval order that allows Diavolo to take custody of Trish. King made Donatella grasp a sign pen.
"Are you ready? Feel the wrath of I, Diavolo!" The don screamed before proceeding to tickle her soles with the feather.
"O- OH! HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOAAA!"
"Mr. Lidell, what do you think of this matchup?" Ciocoatta asked. "Formaggio had the advantage." Ghiaccio frowned. "I never paid attention to him that much until I realized that he was also Passione. Earlier today, we visited him. And I can tell, that man is stro-"
The door opened as Mista and Secco appeared "I knew you were here doc!"
"HEY! HOW DARE YOU CUT ME OFF!" Ghiaccio yelled as Secco hurriedly crawled next to him and started sniffing him.
"Ahh, Guido. Take a seat." Ciocolatta said without taking his eyes off the screen.
"AUGHY, AUGHY!"
"WHAT THE FUCK, IS THIS GUY BRAINDEAD?! WHY IS HE ACTING LIKE A DOG?! GET OFF ME!"
. . .
Tarkus hummed as he made his way towards the stadium. But he felt something was wrong. "I wonder where those two are..."
His phone rang. "Huh, Bruford?" He picked it up with his gigantic hands.
"-ack the fuck off! You ain't getting past me!" He heard from the other line much to his confusion.
"Hello? Brother, are you there?" He asked.
"-not touching Mary! You are not! You are lucky the east side of this stadium wasn't reachable by security you fucking pricks!" The strongman picked up on it and started running. "Don't worry, Bruford! Back up is on the way!"
. . .
Blood trickled from Bruford's forehead as Mary stayed behind her, trembling in fear. These two incredibly identical men in ski masks suddenly attacked them for some reason when they tried sight seeing on the small woods.
"Go away, we're late to watch the match!" Bruford snarled. The two identical dickheads circled around them. "But her hands are such beauties. We only want them and not the whole her." One of them said. "We do however, have to cut it off her." The other one said causing Mary to gasp.
"Over my dead body!" Bruford yelled.
The two stopped pacing. "You are right... Over your dead body." They menacingly walked forward.
. . .
"GO SHOW HIM WHAT YOU CAN DO, DIOOOO!" Pucci shouts. "Hey, you are supposed to be a commentator too, not his cheerleader!" William scolded. "Go away, nigga." The priest dismissively said.
"NOW!" Tonpetty called the attentions of the two contenders as the chalk were finally drawn.
"You are going to run through your seperate lanes until you reach that square over the-"
"HUH?! CAN YOUR VOICE GET ANY LOUDER, IT'S NOISY!" Dio asked, pissing Tonpetty off.
"THE TWO OF YOU ARE GOING TO RUN UNTIL YOU REACH THE SQUARES OVER THERE ON THE HALFWAY! WHERE YOU TWO WILL HOLD A HANDSTAND AND RACE FROM THERE ON TIL THE FINISH LINE! BETTER?!"
"Yes." Dio smiled and turned to his competition "Hey, you alright? You're a quiet one aren't you."
Formaggio stuttered "Huh, no I'm not! I was just... Focusing, yeah!"
Truth to be told, he was terrified about the handstand part.
Dio read ahead 'He is probably nervous about the second portion of the race. And plan to leave me behind... I'm gonna have to do what I can to exhaust him. God, I'm so smart.' He grinned, proud of himself.
"ON YOUR MARK!"
The two crouched down to prepare for a sprint.
'Dash forward... He ain't gonna have a prayer if I take the lead!' Formaggio exhaled slowly.
"GO!"
"YAAAAAAAAAAAH! Formaggio sprinted and he is fast as fuck. "STOP!" Tonpetty screamed as Formaggio halted immediately.
Formaggio was already at the 27 meter in just half a second. Causing the audience to be amazed.
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU COVER THAT MUCH DISTANCE IN A SNAP?" Johnny asked.
'Damn he is fast...' Dio muttered in awe. "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, Dio!?" The referee asked. "What?" Dio asked back.
'What's the matter? Why did they stopped it?' Formaggio asked as he panted. The sudden halt gave his ankle a sharp pain.
"T-THERE IS SOME SORT OF MISUNDERSTANDING! AS DIO RAN INSIDE FORMAGGIO'S LANE, THE REFEREE WAS FORCED TO STOP AND RESET THE TWO!" Speedwagon screamed as the crowd laughed.
"RETARD!"
"DID THE FROSTBITE PUNCHED YOU TOO HARD?!"
"WHAT A MORON!"
Giorno's mouth fell, he immediately picked up on it.
"Man, the hell is he doing?" Josuke asked in annoyance.
. . .
Weather chuckled. Jotaro and Kars glanced at the man. "WHAT IN THE WORLD IS DIO THINKING?!" Stroheim asked.
. . .
'As I thought, Formaggio is very dominant in those foot race events... Let's see what Dio is gonna do about that.' Jonathan thought.
"TAKE YOUR TIME, G! SCOPE HIM OUT!" Pucci yelled. "O-OH? WHAT FATHER PUCCI IS IMPLYING IS DIO IS TESTING THE WATERS AND DID THAT BLUNDER INTENTIONALLY?!" Speedwagon said much to the awe of the audience, chatters among them began.
Formaggio returned back to the starting line. "Damn that blunder..." he muttered to himself. 'But this Dio, he is relatively unknown despite being a great bodybuilder. And a damn good fighter too. He can't possibly outpace me so I don't have to worry about anything. Just stick to the gameplan.'
The two braced themselves once more.
"GO!"
Formaggio grinned as he cleared the 67 meters in 3 seconds 'Eat my dust!'
"STOP!"
Formaggio tried to stop but his momentum was too fast, he fell forwards and skidded through the ground. "Ow! What the fuck?!" He cussed as he stood up with abrasions on his hands and wrists.
"Ref! What is wrong with you?!" He asked.
"FORMAGGIO NOSEDIVED THROUGH THE GROUND! WHAT IS THE REASON THE RACE WAS HALTED THIS TIME?!"
The crowd were growing frustrated.
"This fucker ran OUTSIDE the lane!" Tonpetty pointed at Dio. "Hey I didn't! Your eyes are playing tricks you old fuck!" The blond argued.
"YOU WERE LITERALLY RUNNING IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!"
"Don't blame him ref! You're unfair!" Formaggio took Dio's side. "Yeah!" Dio grinned.
"W-What the fuck?!" The ref yelled out in frustration.
"THE REFEREE ASKED THEM TO RESET ONCE MORE!"
"What is going on?"
"This is a bad and boring start."
"I know right? It's frustrating."
Giorno simply smiled to himself. 'You are cunning as always.'
. . .
Jonathan was confused about what Dio's plan might be but he has faith in him. Gappy grew bored and started calling the lady that sells corndogs. Johnny was on his phone.
. . .
"This is your final warning! Any more blunders and I WILL take a life out. I have the authority to do that so don't screw with me." Tonpetty sternly told Dio. "Dunno what you are talking about, but okay." Dio crouched down.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN-" Tonpetty sighed and just got on with it.
"Motherfucker ain't doing his job right." Formaggio mumbled.
"I HEARD THAT!" Tonpetty angrily yelled.
'Shit, I didn't think it will take only two tries to get a final warning... I have to compensate.' Dio thought.
"Imagine..."
Formaggio glanced at his competitor.
"... A hot, naked, korean chick with her legs spread on the square..." Dio's eyes flared as he allowed his pervert self take control.
"What the hell?" Formaggio sweatdropped but he glanced on the square. 'Whatever! I have to focus.'
"YOU CAN FEEL THE INTENSE PRESSURE AMONGST THE TWO, WITH THE REFEREE CALLING OUT DIO'S BLUNDERS, HOW IS HE GONNA DEAL WITH LITTLE FEET'S OVERWHELMING SPEED?!"
. . .
Tarkus finally reached his foster family.
Yoshikage and Kosaku tensed up as the absolute unit ran towards them panting.
"Let us leave."
"Lets."
The two ran off. "Hey! Get back here, you bitches!" Bruford attempted to chase them but Tarkus stopped him. "Bruford... Stop... We're strongmen... We aren't made for running..!" The large man panted. Their mother patted Tarkus' back. "I'll report it to the higher ups at once! Don't worry about it boys..." Mary declared.
. . .
"GO!"
"URYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyy..!"
The two men dashed but it was clear that the shorter man was faster.
"AND THEY ARE OFF! FORMAGGIO OUTCLASSED DIO IN SPEED UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM!"
But that wasn't the entire story.
Ciocolatta grinned at Dio's starting boost, it was explosive and only possible with his help. "Very good." He muttered.
"NO WAIT! DIO IS KEEPING UP!" Pucci stuck his palm at Speedwagon's face to interrupt him.
Formaggio glanced behind and saw Dio's face contorted in agony. 'What the-' Surprised that Dio was directly behind him. 'You're telling me this middle aged guy is almost as fast as me?! Unbelievable!'
Dio initially leapt and focused all his latent power in his legs, but however, he payed the price as he sprained his big toe.
Formaggio refocused on the goal, all he needed to do is reach the square.
Dio's legs became uncoordinated, he tripped himself but he reached out and managed to...
"OAAHHH! IN A TURN OF EVENTS, DIO PULLED FORMAGGIO'S PANTS DOWN!"
Formaggio screamed as he tripped and fell forward.
The audience cackled at the sight once more.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"NICE ASS!"
"I AM VERY GAY FOR THAT!"
"This is his plan?!" Jonathan exclaimed. "Wait, he has a plan?" Johnny asked. "Ahaha! That guy's ass was smooth!" Gappy exclaimed.
"HAHA! LOOK!" Jolyne yelled. Giorno cringed in disgust "Ugh..."
Trish smiled and gently placed her hand on top of his wrist. But Giorno didn't notice it because Jolyne told him "I bet your ass is as thick as that!"
'GRRRRR! THIS WOMAN IS GETTING ON MY NERVES!' A vein popped on Trish's forehead.
"N-No comment!" The blond said. "Ooooh! No need to be shy about it, Giorno. I might just give you a slap right there." Josuke teased. Giorno recoiled in confusion 'That sounded so gay.'
"Woahhh, you're being kinky, gruncle." Jolyne chuckled.
"S-STOP!" Tonpetty screamed. "NO! WE CAN KEEP GOING!" Formaggio screamed as he kicked Dio off of him "What do you think you're doing I thought you're cool!" The decathlete yelled as he pulled his pants up. "It's not my fault, I tripped!" Dio grumbled as he snorted and slowly got up.
"Fuck!" Formaggio wasted no time and bolted to the square, leaving Dio in the 58 meter.
"H-Hey! Wait!" Dio called out as he jogged forwards.
"THE MATCH CONTINUES! FORMAGGIO DARTED FORWARD TO THE SQUARE WHILE DIO RAN AND HOBBLED TOWARDS HIS SQUARE!"
"Okay, fuck!" Formaggio tried to handstand from the sprinter's lunge position and kicking his feet up but he can't get it up.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
"JUST DO A HANDSTAND ALREADY!
Risotto blanly stared at the man failing to handstand.
Formaggio panted as it exhausted him 'This is bad..! This sucks!'
"Hey can you do a handstand or not?" Tonpetty asked. "I can!" Formaggio grunted as he kept trying.
Flashback on Formaggio's childhood.
4 years old.
"Oi, look at him failing to try a handstand again." A large kid said. "Hey, why are you so weak?"
8 years old.
"Sorry. But your child is unfit for athletics due to his brittle bones."
Formaggio stared at his application form.
18 years old.
"OHH! LOOK AT QUESO'S SHOT PUT HURL! QUITE IMPRESSIVE!"
Formaggio winced however and held his elbow. "Oi, you alright mate?" His coach asked. "Yeah. My joint is a bit fragile." He replied with a wince.
23 years old.
"You are calcium deficit sir, have you ever tried any other alternatives such as soy milk, coconut milk or olive milk?" The doctor asked. "No. I gave up on milk and dairy altogether..." Formaggio growled.
This is the curse of being lactose intolerant.
Flashback ends.
'I WILL SHOW THEM ALL! I DON'T NEED MILK-' Formaggio gasped as he fell forward and landed on his back.
"OHHHHH! HE NEEDS SOME MILK!" Pucci screamed.
Dio grinned as he reached the square "Arrividerci." He taunted as he got to a handstand and started handwalking.
'FUCK! HE IS STARTING! MY PLAN IS FAILING!' Formaggio grunted as he sat up and tried his best again and again to get in to a handstand. Only to fail.
. . .
"Dio! He is doing it!" Jonathan grinned as his brother finally handwalked. "You are worried for nothing." Gappy said smiling.
. . .
"Are you serious, he can't even do a handstand." Kars bluntly asked. "But, Dio can't go that far..." Jotaro adds.
. . .
'FUCK MY LIFE! MY ELBOW HURTS LIKE HELL!' Dio grunted as he took one step at a time.
'I have to... I HAVE TO!' Formaggio desperately bit his lip as he continued to try and fail miserably.
. . .
"MAGGI ARE YOU OKAY? ARE YOU OKAY MAGGI?" Illuso asked out loud. "B-Big brother!" Pesci called. "Like I said, FUCKING WATCH." Prosciutto said.
. . .
"MERDE, I FORGOT TO PLACE MY BET!" Diavolo screamed as he received Polpi's text about betting. He glanced at his passed out wife. "You have such strong resolve, woman. But this ain't over." He said before commanding his bodyguards to set her body to the bed.
. . .
Giorno can see his father's arms tremble. He knows very well about how his arm hasn't fully healed yet to support him upside down.
He gasped as he saw his arms bend a little as if he was gonna fall.
. . .
'AGHHH! WRYWRYWRYWRY!' His arms were on fire and his right elbow was acting up. Still 72 meters away from the finish line as the crowd cheered for him to keep going.
Meanwhile Formaggio attempted to handstand, having a mental breakdown 'I CAN'T LOSE LIKE THIS! THIS IS PATHETIC! I CAN BE... STRONG TOO!' He closed his eyes to fight the tears back.
"FORMAGGIO IS STILL HAVING TROUBLE GETTING IN TO THE HANDSTAND POSITION!" Speedwagon said before gasping "BUT IT SEEMS LIKE THERE IS ALSO TROUBLE ON DIO'S SIDE! HIS ELBOWS WERE BUCKLING!"
Dio gritted his teeth before looking back at his opponent. His eyes widened 'He's... Crying?'
A foreign feeling of empathy flooded his body, the urge to go check if he is alright was strong.
'NO! IT'LL BE MORE INSULTING IF I TRIED TO CONSOLE HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS! What I need to do... Is win!' Dio gasped as one of his arms bend, his left elbow bridged whilst his fragile right was still standing. He focused all his strength to remain upside down. 'One more blunder and I lose! Get it together, Dio!'
"DIO WAS HAVING TROUBLE KEEPING IT UP! HIS PREVIOUS INJURY FROM YESTERDAY'S FIGHT WITH GHIACCIO "THE FROSTBITE" LIDELL WAS ACTING UP!"
. . .
"I atleast left an impression! BUT GODDAMNIT, WIN, YOU FUCK!" Ghiaccio yelled. Ciocolatta meanwhile, removed his coat and placed it on the the coat hanger.
"Oh? Doc, what are you doing?" Mista asked. "Preparing. It's obvious that this match is settled." Ciocolatta replied as he did his warmups.
. . .
"DIO IS GONNA FALL!" Johnny yelled. "DON'T!" Gappy screamed.
Jonathan frowned, even if Dio managed to get past this one, his elbow injury will no doubt keep showing up in the future matches.
. . .
'I'm gonna fall! I'M GONNA FALL!' Dio gritted his teeth in panic. But then, a cheer that he didn't hear much during the second round, made it's return.
"PADRE! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! DON'T WRITE CHEQUES YOUR BODY CAN'T CASH OUT!" Giorno stood from his seat and screamed as his harem glanced at him.
"DIDN'T YOU SAY YOU'RE GONNA WIN?! WIN FOR ME, PADRE!"
"sssssSSSSSHUT THE FUCK UUUUUP!" Dio screamed as he erected his body once more.
"WRAAAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAAA!" Dio yelled as he pushed through the pain.
"AWESOMEEEEEE! HE IS DETERMINED TO FINISH THE RACE REGARDLESS IF HIS COMPETITION IS PREPARED OR NOT! JUST A REMINDER THAT DIO IS NOT ONLY HERE TO WIN, HE IS HERE TO PROVE THAT HE IS THE STRONGEST!"
'60 meters more! I can't stop now! PUSH! PUSH!' Dio grunted and panted as he took steps, ignoring the stinging pain in his joint.
Every step with his hand was heavy. As if he was holding the entire Earth up. 'I can do this.m!'
Another step equals to agony.
'I...'
Step.
'CAN...'
Step.
'WIN!'
His mouth started to foam as the stress of it was too much. He was about to reach his breaking point at only 74 meters.
But then...
"STOOOOOOP!"
Everyone's eyes widened.
Everyone was shocked.
Even Speedwagon was speechless.
Dio's knees fell on the floor gently as he slowly turned around.
"Can you continue?" The ref asked the cowering man behind.
Formaggio weakly shook his head.
Tonpetty waved at Speedwagon.
"WE HAVE A WINNEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
The crowd roared and applauded at the sudden decision.
Dio paused and stood up.
. . .
'I failed. I failed so easily. That was so pathetic!' Formaggio fought back tears, glancing at Dio who was walking towards him.
'And it's not even his fault! It's my own... Incompetence!' He sobbed as he placed his head back down.
Dio stopped short as the crowd continue to cheer the spectacular match.
. . .
"What is he gonna do?" Jonathan asked. "Probably boast, I mean come on, it's Dio." Johnny replied.
"Padre..." Giorno muttered.
. . .
"Hey." Dio solemnly called.
"I know.. I know..! I'm weak as shit!" Formaggio spat, he can't even look at the victor.
"That is true." Dio agreed. "BUT. FOR SOMEONE WHO WAS NICKNAMED "LITTLE FEET", YOU SHOWED TREMENDOUS HEART!" He held his arm out to help the loser up.
Formaggio glanced up with tears on his eyes.
"You remind me..." The winner smiled as images of his brother trying his hardest to keep up with Dio in school, sports and fitness flashed in his mind. The Joestar always tried his hardest, and he never gave up, no matter how many odds are against him.
"... Of someone I know."
Formaggio's eyes twitched but he took his hand anyway. Dio hoisted him up to his feet in an act of sportsmanship.
"Thanks man. You... You're a cool guy."
FORMAGGIO "LITTLE FEET" RETIRES IN ROUND THREE.