2 hours left before the next match.
"AYYYYYYYYY! WHAT IS UP, MY LITTLE NIGLET." Pucci greeted his younger half brother, Weather Report, much to the younger one's embarrassment.
"Stop calling me the N Word."
"Nonsense! You got black blood in you, and besides, EVERYONE is my nigga!" Pucci laughed out loud.
"He's... Your brother? Are you being literal or figurative?" Robert asked. "Nah, Speedy dog. This man is my brother, we share the same moms, his father is a white boy." The priest explained.
"We have alot of catching up to do, it's been 5 years!" Pucci grinned at his brother. "Yes, the last time I saw you, you got arrested in a pharmacy for asking them if they have marijuana." Weather said.
Flashback.
"Wassup, sexy bitch! You wouldn't have any weed, would you? No, no, don't call the cops I- I'm dealing it, I'm not using it!" -Enrico Pucci.
Flashback ends.
Speedwagon raised an eyebrow as Mary ran up to him along with her foster sons.
"Josuke, can you please page for Johnny, he left his phone here in the dome, I think he is in the hotel, thanks -JoJo"
The amnesiac spotted someone from the desk and said "Help!"
"Goodmorning sir, what do you need?" She replied sweetly.
"I need help." He replied bluntly as he made his way to her.
"Can I page someone?" Gappy asked the attendant. "O-Of course sir, what's their name?" She replied.
"Oh, my name is Josuke Higashikata. It's nice to meet you." Gappy reached out his hand. "Uhh, it's nice to meet you too sir but what is the name of the person you want to page?" The attendant shook his hand.
"You know what, you seemed nice. I don't wanna bother you, I'll just do it my self." Gappy grabbed the mic.
"B-But sir-"
"Paging Johnny Joestar. Calling for Johnny Joestar. Johnny paging." The ex navy called.
. . .
"Johnny Joestar, looking for a Johnny Joestar."
Johnny heard it from the speaker in his room. "Is that my brother?" Rina asked. "I think..? Oh my God, what the hell. I'll be right back." Johnny said before putting on his beanie and heading out.
"Get to the lobby, Johnny Johnny."
"Johnny. Wherever you are, please come back. There's alot of people looking for you, worrying for you. You mean alot to us so please, come back." Gappy continued to say to the intercom, catching the confused gazes of everyone in the lobby.
Johnny walked up to his back and smacked him in the head "What the hell are you thinking, you're being embarrassing..! Everyone can hear you all over the hotel, all over the island!"
"I'm just joking around! No need to hit me." Gappy adjusted his hat back to his place. "How would they know that you were kidding?" The karateka asked angrily. Gappy took initiative and spoke to the mic once more "I'm just joking around, I'm just joking ar- Ow!" Only to receive another smack.
. . .
"Hey doc, I know you said you don't care about winning and all, but lets make the match competetive, alright?" Dio asked as the doctor bandaged Formaggio's abrasion. "Tchh..! Ooh wee! These things sting!" The decathlete said before turning to Dio "Yo, is your toe okay?"
Jonathan looked at his brother's foot in concern but the man simply wigged it and said "I think it's sprained, but it'll be embarrassing for a big guy like me to be stopped by such a small injury."
Ciocolatta adds "Your mobility will suffer greatly. Start taking it easy. I can only wonder what our match is gonna be about."
"Damn, you're pretty tough for an old man." Formaggio smiled. "I'M NOT OLD." Dio yelled.
"Just yesterday, you took on two beasts in physical duel. You got crunched by Tarkus and got beaten down by Ghiaccio. Yet you are still fit enough to continue." The decathlete sighed before saying "Well, I'm rooting for you now! I'm glad our match ain't that hard on you, old man."
"I'M 37. THAT AIN'T OLD."
"Not really, Mr. Queso. Like he said, his elbow anf rib injury were acting up." Jonathan said, not taking an eye off Dio. Dio noticed this but dismissed it "That's just how it is, I chose this anyways."
"Oh, that reminds me. Why'd you want to make this in to a gauntlet anyway?" Formaggio asked, it made the blond smirked "Simple! I've got something to prove and I'm loving the attention!"
. . .
Trish and Jolyne glared at eachother as they kept subtly fighting to get Giorno's attention.
As the 4 of them walked out to return to the lobby, Jolyne stopped and grabbed Trish's hand.
"Hey." She called as the two boys didn't realize that they left them behind. "What." Trish flatly asked.
"I've been sensing something fishy." She snarled. "... Your scent?" The mafia princess smirked.
The two stared eachother down as all of the people finally left for the break.
. . .
"Man, is it just me or your father seemed a little... Calm in the post fight interview?" Josuke asked as they kept walking.
Giorno simply hummed in response.
What Dio said was "We both tried our best, it was closer than what it seemed." In response to the majority that found the match a bit anti climatic.
Flashback
"YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT TO SAVE FACE. STOP THE LIP SERVICE."
"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU, YOU WERE SUCH AN ASSHOLE YESTERDAY. YOU SHOULD BE TRASHTALKING HIM!"
"DID YOU TURN GAY AFTER SEEING HIS ASS?!"
Formaggio gritted his teeth and tapped Dio's shoulder "Hey. I don't want your pity-"
"But I want you to stop being a bitch!" Dio snarled whilst on the mic. Speedwagon gasped.
Dio turned towards the audience "I made two blunders to throw him off his game. I didn't expect that this bald fuck over here-"
"HEY."
"-Will give me the final warning after acting like a jackass twice. When we get to the handstand race, it's true that he can't pull it off. However, the elbow Ghiaccio dislocated and the rib injury Tarkus caused came in to play. I was upside down, my hands are giving up on me and I'm not allowed to fall again." Dio spoke calmly through the now quiet dome.
"Dio..!" Jonathan smiled at his brother's sincerity.
"If he hadn't gave up that soon, I might have lost another life. Peace out, bitches." He finished it off and dropped the mic.
"HOLY FUCK, HE DROPPED THAT MIC AS IF HE JUST SPAT SOME BARS." Pucci broke the ice and it echoed around.
Lisa Lisa adjusted his sunglasses and started clapping slowly. Caesar glanced at her in awe but followed her example. Soon enough, the whole place was applauding.
Formaggio smiled 'Damn, you beat me thoroughly.' He grabbed Dio's right arm and raised it as a sign of sportsmanship.
"OW! Watch it, my elbow hurts, you cunt!"
Giorno smiled widely as he applauded his father's explanation.
Flashback ends.
"Who knows? But I'm not complaining." Giorno smiled to himself, Josuke noticed this, blushed to himself and pinched the blond's cheek.
"OW!"
. . .
"I keep telling you two to stop causing trouble!" Yoshihiro scolded his two sons. "But we really wanted her hands." Kosaku bluntly replied. "Is that so? In that case, you should go get them. But you have to be a bit sneakier if you want to succeed." The father said, he can't bring himself to disagree with his sons.
"But she has those two burly men guarding her. Do we need to eliminate them as well?" Yoshikage asked. "I don't think so. It will cause alot of attention if we killed them all." Kosaku said.
"Well, you better act fast. Musclemania Powerlifting Gym is out of the gauntlet. There is no reason for them to stay here any longer." Yoshihiro said.
"No. Something tells me, they are gonna watch this person's gauntlet until the end." Kosaku stood up and declared that he has a plan.
. . .
"What do you mean what am i doing?" Jolyne asked. "You're his bestfriend! How can you just use him like that to make Anasui jealous?!" Trish yelled in the empty dome. Jolyne gasped before retaliating "I'm not using him! We just... We used to do that all the time! Bonding and stuff, hanging out. Ain't my fault that fucker is jealous! And why, did he put you up to this?!" Jolyne said, now it was Trish's turn to gasp.
"No. He didn't." She lied through her teeth. "Sis, why you lying? Ughh." Jolyne groaned before walking up to her.
Trish tensed up and was a little intimidated. But she womanned up and screamed "WANNABEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" and successfully put Jolyne to sleep with a barrage of punches.
Or that's what she fantasizes, she was still frozen in fear. Jolyne is taller, more muscular and the daughter of Jotaro Kujo, a world class fighter.
Jolyne glared at the pinkette "You like him or something?"
"I- uhh, no! Umm, err..!" She stuttered, Jolyne grabbed her collar and leaned closer to her "Because I'm up for a threesome." She smirked, letting go of Trish's collar and sliding her hand slowly down her boobs. "Oraora." She whispered playfully before saying "Come on, tough girl. I bet they are looking for us already." Jolyne said as she lightly slapped Trish's ass, causing her to jump and gasp.
Meanwhile, the two didn't notice that Jolyne and Trish weren't following them anymore.
"It was all hardcore training man, I'm telling you. Jotaro-san is brutal." Josuke said. "Yikes. I just hope my padre doesn't get to fight him." Giorno mumbled. "Yeah man! I actually wanted your dad to win regardless! His guts are inspiring, he tries his best to win but he also uses his brain! Bending the rules and stuff. Totally great." Josuke grinned but he frowned "But yeah, you better hope he doesn't fight my nephew. No amount of smarts can save you in direct combat against him."
Giorno gulped, but he is sure his father's luck won't allow him to face Jotaro in a fight. He is confident, that Dio will win in any other challenge.
An exposition of what happened next.
Stroheim saw Ghiaccio with La Squadra and proceeded to embarrass him by constantly screaming and claiming to be his friend, although the squad find him endearing enough to think he is cool.
Diavolo asked Polpo why the large man betted AGAINST his man. Like weren't Formaggio supposed to be his guy.
Kosaku declared that he will forfeit the gauntlet to Speedwagon, much to the man's confusion.
Speedwagon was stressed out after hearing Mary Queens' report. He ordered his Ogre Unit, named after his crime syndicate when he was a street urchin, Ogre Street Gang.
Johnny and Gappy visited Dio in the clinic and Johnny finally got his phone back.
Rina, Erina, met up with Yasuho Hirose.
ACDC snuck away from Kars and Wamuu to investigate about the Wamuu's origins. He didn't know the guy quite well other than the fact that he is probably a retard.
Pucci told a disinterested Weather that the criminal underworld consisted of three things:
1. Drugs
2. Money
3. Sex
4. Guns
"Oh shit, that's four." Pucci muttered.
. . .
"Hey, I'm gonna go look for my son real quick." Dio smiled at them before leaving. The man walked with a limp due to the toe injury.
"What, shouldn't he rest?" Johnny asked. "Just let him be. You know he doesn't have much time left." Jonathan smiled sadly.
"... Hold on, what are you guys talking about?" Formaggio asked.
. . .
"Padre, hey." Giorno smiled, they were outside the dome. "Let's walk and talk." Dio said, and so they did.
"Where are we going?" Giorno asked. "To the woods, come on. The view of the city is great." They both ventured throughout the not so thick woodland are towards the sea, it was indeed a nice view of the city.
"We should go back here later at night, the city lights are gonna be cool." Giorno said. "Yeah, kinda odd that the other side of this small island was fucking luxury, while this side was nature-ish." Dio lamented, he crouched down and sighed as he sat next to a tree. Giorno said nothing and sat next to him.
"I remember one time, before your grandpa George adopted me, I leaned on a tree like this once." The father said. "That's right, you never told me anything about your father, Dario was it? Everytime I asked, you just ignore me or say that he was an asshole." The son replied.
"I ain't got long so I guess I could tell you something about him. And yes, he is an asshole." Dio chuckled. "Don't say that, you're going to be alright." Giorno reassured him.
"Of fucking course! I'm not gonna let myself die before watching you win!" Dio yelled but he calmed down and stared at the city in the distance.
"Listen up, son. It's story time. I don't remember much about him because I did my best to forget about him, but I remember that he is a dick. Also, my mother died because of him. He even told her to whore herself out just to give him booze and shit!" Dio gritted his teeth before sighing "Then when she died, he wants me to go whore myself out too, at age fucking 9."
"W-Wait, does that mean-"
"NO! HELL NO, My ass virginity is still intact. But the only people who bought me want none of this. They are science-y guys. They paid my father like 120 grand just so they can have my DNA or something." Dio frowned as he tried to remember some details. "Something about a... Life everlasting research? I don't know, it's bullshit. They told my father they need someone like me. So they extracted samples, like my sweat, blood and spit. Then they let me go, dumping to a place like this without even bringing me home." Dio sighed.
Giorno simply looked at his father with awe, that was a bizarre story to tell. But he realized, that his attitude may be a defense mechanism to the rough childhood he had.
"Then my father blew everything away. He lost all 120 grand in a day gambling. What a moron. We were both starving to death, then he gave me a letter and told me to go to Georgie and the rest was history." Dio smiled, he remembered kicking Jonathan's dog the moment he walked out of the cab.
"Wait, what about those scientists?" Giorno asked. "Who knows? I never heard of em ever again. I thought the head scientist was gay as fuck because he had a pretty face and long hair. It'll be very ironic if he is gay because I remember his name being Straights-O, or something."
"That was weird, it's like an alien abduction story." Giorno lamented. "Yeah, anyways how's your progress?" Dio asked.
"It's going pretty well, I can finally do splits, my techniques are very sharp and my physique is pretty ripped. I'm actually feeling good about myse-"
"Not that progress! I mean, have you slain her pussy yet? Come on, it's gonna be the biggest insult to Jotaro now that I think about it, my son banging his daughter. HAHAHAHA!" Dio laughed heartily.
"I-It's steady. I'm getting there." Giorno weakly replied. "That's what I wanna hear!" Dio wrapped an arm around Giorno and said "It's a damn good motivation to win, she can't resist fucking the strongest man. It's the rules of nature. The most alpha male wins. So make sure you are BETTER than that drag guy. Make sure you are BETTER than everybody! Make sure you are BETTER than best!"
"Make sure you win too, padre." Giorno replied with a smile. "OF COURSE I WILL, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO YOU'RE SPEAKING TO?!"
"Stop chewing the scenery." They turned around to hear Kars' voice.
"The hell you doing here?" Dio asked rudely.
Wamuu appeared, but there's no sign of ACDC.
"Just admiring the view." Kars said, not paying attention to him. Before frowning "Wamuu dragged me here to accompany him do some of his damn rituals."
"Jesus, he is fucking tall. How old is he?" Dio asked. "He is 16 years old." Kars answered.
"No way in hell he is 16, he looks older than both of us combined!" Dio stood up as Giorno observed the two.
They saw Wamuu chanting at a tree. Saying his name over and over again.
'I guess this is the representative for ACDC 24/7 Fitness... Lets size him up.' Giorno gulped as he observed the giant. His body is powerfully built, strong jaw, arms thick like tree trunks, fists that looked like boulders, thighs that looked like stone pillars and abs shredded like a magnificent Greek statue.
His posture was also commendable, his purple shirt about to tear due to his massive torso. Giorno raised an eyebrow as Wamuu placed his palm on the trunk with his eyes closed.
"The hell is he doing?" Dio asked his rival. "Just some light training." Kars muttered.
"HMPH!" Wamuu opened his eyes as his forearm and palm twisted to blinding speeds, almost like a tornado, living a warped marking on the tree trunk much to the father and son's awe.
"THE HELL IS THAT?!" Dio asked but Kars remained silent. Giorno started to sweat, he knows damn well that it takes a shit ton of strength and power to even live an imprint of your hand on a tree trunk. But this man not only twisted it... He did it so effortlessly.
Wamuu slowly turned towards his master and the two blonds, before walking towards them.
"Dio Brando. You are quite the impressive fighter. Your matches are very exciting, you have my respect for that. I hold you in high regards." Wamuu complimented. "W-Well, what can I say? I'm just that great." Dio stuttered, it stroked his ego but he can't deny that he was intimidated.
Wamuu turned towards the smaller blond. "You, lion cub. I look forward to meeting you in the tournament. I expect great things from you." Wamuu held out his large hand to shook Giorno's.
'Lion cub..?' Giorno declined the handshake by waving him off.
"What's this? Do you desire for us to fight like bitter rivals instead of friendly ones?" Wamuu asked.
"No no no, don't get the wrong idea. Uhh, I prefer high fives." Giorno raised his palm and grinned sheepishly. "Ahh, I see. Apologies for being uncultured. Do I just hit it like this?" Wamuu tapped Giorno's palm gently before looking at his own hand.
"Are you done, Wamuu?" Kars asked. "Yes, my liege." The large man replied. "Then lets go. I'm hungry." Kars turned to walk away as Wamuu followed him staring at his own palm.
"Oh, and Brando." Kars stopped and called out.
"What." Dio asked. "I'm not gonna go easy on you." The long haired man said.
"All the better! I'm gonna crush you while you're at your best!" Dio said as the pair of muscular men walked away.
Giorno noticed the thickness of the man's palms. Such leathery callouses. "I need to train more." He muttered.
"That's it. Turn your insecurities to motivation! Why go beat yourself up for being weak when yiu can just go improve yourself?! Come on, lets get some snacks." Dio smiled as he walked off.
Giorno meanwhile, was getting more and more concerned by the level of his competition.
'First, it was Josuke. I tried to flip him off by reflex but he didn't even budge. Then I shook Bruford's hand. And his grip was formidable. The there was this man. And he is 2 years younger than me, what the hell?' Giorno for sure knew, that Wamuu might be the strongest man he ever met.
KOSAKU "HANDSOME" KAWAJIRI FORFEITS THE GAUNTLET.