'Damn, Giorno grew a pair! Nice~' -Jolyne
'This fucker is looking for a trip to the hospital, huh? Lets see where your bravado takes you, punk!' -Anasui
'Oh shit, oh shit, he has a pipe. What do I do now..?' -Giorno
He was stoic, but inside he was panicking. 'Confidence overcomes fear... Have faith in your own strength, Giorno!' He told himself as Anasui was starting to close the distance.
"Oh? You're approaching me? Instead of doing something better with your life, you decided to approach me." Giorno inquired, Anasui said nothing as he swung his pipe towards Giorno. Giorno swayed back, and followed with a rear leg round kick towards Anasui's thigh.
"Mm?!" Anasui grunts as he realized what he was getting himself in to. Giorno blinkes twice Anasui's knees buckled for a moment. 'Huh, that felt good!' Giorno grinned.
A backhand smash hit Giorno square in his arm, it was a cold, dull pain that literally rattled his bone. "GAH!" Giorno grunted as he stumbled back and regained his footing. "LET ME SEND YOU TO THE INTENSIVE CARE UNIT, BITCH!" Anasui roared but as he swiped towards Giorno's head, all he hit was an afterimage.
Jolyne gasped as her eyes widened.
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8 minutes and 16 seconds
Dio: 8
Ciocolatta: 6
"DIO HAS TAKEN THE LEAD WITH A SWIFT PUNCH TO CIOCOLATTA'S FACE!"
Ciocolatta rubbed his cheek and stared at the screen as Tonpetty seperated them.
'Huh, I'm losing. But it doesn't hurt that much.' The doctor pondered. 'Is it because he is getting weaker by the second?'
"MUDA!" Dio push kicked Ciocolatta's stomach with his sole.
"AND ANOTHER POINT FOR DIO!"
"HELL YEAH, FUCK HIM UP!" Pucci cheered.
'I finally got the hang of it! I don't need to fucking smash you...' Dio thought as Ciocolatta retreated, he dashed towards him with a punch.
'I JUST NEED TO TOUCH YOU!'
"WOAAAH! CIOCOLATTA SUDDENLY DID A SPLIT TO AVOID IT! HE IS GOING TO DELIVER A PUNCH TO DIO'S EXPOSED TORS-OHHH! DIOOO CAUGHT IT!"
Jonathan grinned "Way to go!"
"WEAK, WEAK, WEAK! UWRYWRYWRY!" Dio lets go of his fist but Ciocolatta suddenly contorted underneath him and punched him in the back of the head.
"POINT!" Tonpetty screamed.
Dio: 8
Ciocolatta: 8
"I-IT'S EVEN! THE MAD DOCTOR MANAGED TO SLIP THROUGH DIO'S LEGS AND DELIVER A BLOW TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!"
The crowd snickered as Dio rubbed his head. "Still got a fight left in you, huh?" He grinned. "Why yes, isn't this what you wanted?" Ciocolatta replied before continuing his assault.
Dio managed to bounce back and deliver a hard jab to Ciocolatta's jaw, sending the man crashing down.
The crowd cheered as that punch seemed to have alot of force in to it.
7 minutes 42 seconds
Dio: 10
Ciocolatta: 8
As Ciocolatta landed flat on his ass. He looked up to Dio with a sinister glare.
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Giorno ducked in the nick of time to avoid his swing, but as he stood up to punch Anasui, the man tased him.
"Giorno!" Jolyne yelled out in concern.
His eyes widened as the shock as he fell down the ground twitching "Nggggryaah!" He grunted out in pain.
"ANASUI!" Jolyne growled as she ran towards him, but Anasui effortlessly dodge her sloppy punch and smack his pipe at the back of her neck, rendering her unconcious.
Jolyne landed face first to the ground as Giorno watched motionlessly. Anasui crouched down to caress her ass before glaring at the blond.
"I'll take care of you first." The psycho stood up with a sinister grin and started beating the shit out of Giorno with the pipe.
"AAARGHHA!" Giorno yelled in pain as Anasui battered him with the pipe with all his might.
'This dull pain..! It hurts! It hurts!' As Giorno recoiled, Anasui would just taze him again, causing him to scream even more as he writhed in pain.
"Squirm! You're like a worm who just got sprinkled by salt. AND I HATE WORMS!" Anasui cackled as he continued to beat him up with the pipe.
Contusions started to form underneath Giorno's shirt and jeans. Large bruises as some of his parts swelled.
Giorno teared up as he felt his bones cracked while Anasui mercilessly treated him like a piñata.
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Dio fell to the ground with a gasp. "Apologies, its getting me riled up." Ciocolatta grinned.
"A-AMAZING! CIOCOLATTA JUST HIT DIO WITH A WELL TIMED STRIKE TO THE ARMPIT AND DIO'S RIGHT ARM WENT LIMP AS HE FELL DOWN IN CONFUSION!"
5 minutes 12 seconds.
Ciocolatta: 9
Dio: 10
'No wonder he was doing those weird movements, the way he wanted to strike me was weird as hell.' Dio reflected.
"THE WEIRD NIGGA HAS BEEN AIMING FOR THIS! THAT'S WHY HE IS FIGHTING LIKE A BREAKDANCER!" Pucci said.
"RIGHT! BUT HIS WEIRD LOOPING POKES AND SERIOUS ACROBATIC KICKS DON'T LOOK LIKE THEY PACK THAT MUCH OF A PUNCH TO BRING THE LARGER DIO DOWN, DON'T THEY?" Robert announced.
"This is the first time I actually saw capoeira in action." Johnny muttered. "The thing is, Dr. Greene doesn't look like someone who would practice that." Jonathan argued. "How would you know?" Johnny asked.
"I don't, I just had the feeling that he is just that well adept at controlling his body." The larger man answered.
"What the hell did he just do?" Ghiaccio asked.
"THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE IT HURT! WHY DID DIO FELL?!" Stroheim asked. "It's simple. I think everyone forgot the fact that Ciocolatta was a doctor. He is well versed in anatomy and physiology. He knows where to touch to make you hurt." Jotaro said. "How did you know?" Kars asked.
"He was my physical therapist."
"OH? WHY IS THERE ONLY THREE OF US HERE?"
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Anasui kept clicking the taser, but to his surprise, the bloody Giorno was standing up despite logic telling everyone he is not capable of even moving.
"Faulty shit!" Anasui cussed as he threw the taser away. "Die!" Anasui bashed Giorno in the face, ripping his cheek off.
"DIE!" Anasui swung again for Giorno's knee, dislocating it. But the young man kept standing through sheer grit and resolve to make sure he won't do anything to his bestfriend.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!" Giorno growled as Anasui's eye twitched.
"FUCKING DIE!" As Anasui reared his hand back, it was halted.
"Huh? What the hell-" he turned around to see a disapproving Weather looking at him with disdain.
"Weathe-"
"Enough." Weather backhanded him, sending him stumbling back. Anasui glanced at Giorno and saw Trish and FF running towards him.
"Come on! I'm standing here..! Finish me!" Giorno weakly screamed as he kept his unwavering glare at the crossfitter.
"Giorno, stay down!" Trish yelled as she ran towards him. "Oh God! The kid! Jolyne is knocked out too!" FF exclaimed.
"You know what you did was unacceptable." Weather said. "Tch. Fuck off. You can't catch me!" Anasui said before bolting off. Weather sighed before running towards him.
"Will he catch him?" Trish asked. "Don't worry, they're both traceurs but Weather taught him everything he knew." FF said with utter confidence.
"T... Traceur?" Trish asked.
"Someone who does parkour- OH MY GOD THAT BOY HAS BLOOD ALL OVER!"
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Meanwhile...
Gappy ran towards the screaming. He ran through the hallway as she saw Rina and Yasuho screaming towards a room.
"Hey what's wrong?" He casually asked as he skidded to a halt. Yasuho broke down and started sobbing as Rina fainted. Gappy was confused and glanced at the morbid sight of Mary Queens dead on the center of the room as Bruford and Tarkus were knocked out.
It was a serene and almost professional hit. Gappy knew better than to step in a crime scene, he noticed that the woman's hands were missing.
"OGRE SQUAD, REPORTING IN- HOLY FUCK!" Tattoo cussed as he saw the corpse. The three of Speedwagon's elite security gasped at the sight of the clean murder.
"The stumps on where her hands used to be weren't even bleeding." Gappy mumbled calmly as he patted Yasuho to console her.
"This can only be the work of a professional criminal."
"D-DON'T LET THIS GET PUBLIC, BUT REPORT IT TO THE BOSS AFTER THE EVENT." Kenpo said.
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Dio stood up "Heh. You got me there. But I still have the lead..."
Dio suddenly dashed away.
"H- He's taken his distance!" Formaggio screamed. Mista blinked before realizing what the blond is planning to do "DOC! HE IS PLANNING ON STALLING TIME! CHASE HIM!"
But realistically, the cheers of the crowd drowned out his voice. "Fuck." He cussed, but his phone vibrated.
"What the hell does he think he is doing..?" Johnny asked. Jonathan smiled as images of Dio and Jonathan running away from Ogre Street Gang, George Joestar running from angry Aztec people and Danny running away from a guy from the dog pound flashed across his mind.
"He is using: The Joestar Family Secret Technique!" Jonathan boasted. "Joestar? What the fuck, then how come I haven't heard of it?" Johnny asked.
Dio was approximately 14 meters away from Ciocolatta.
"Technique... Technique... Wait, then why isn't he attacking?" Johnny turned to his cousin. "Well, who said the technique has anything to do with attacking?" Jonathan chuckled.
"DIO HAS TAKEN A CONSIDERABLE DISTANCE FROM HIS OPPONENT WHILE CIOCOLATTA STOOD THERE WITH A CONFUSED EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE!"
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Trish: Mista! Giorno is in bad shape! He got assaulted with a metal pipe! His bleeding all over. Please stop the doctor! We need him!
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Mista sprinted towards the left side entrance, but he suddenly halted as tears threatened to fall.
'Bad shape..? He looks dead!' Mista choked. "Fuck..! Giorno!"
Mista suddenly became motionless as he never thought this through. How is he gonna stop the two from fighting?
'The doctor is facing the other way... But atleast Dio can see me!' He postured up and started screaming, waving his hands.
"DIO! PLEASE COME QUICK! GIORNO IS IN TROUBLE! HEY! YOU HEAR ME?!"
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'Huh. Mista is cheering me on up close. I always thought he disliked me. Heh. Who could dislike I, the almighty Dio!' Dio smiled cockily at Mista and gave him a thumbs up, with his middle finger slowly rising.
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"Did he just flipped me off- FUUUUCK! HE CAN'T HEAR ME!" Mista tore the beanie out of his head. 'Think, think! Your bestfriend is in danger..!'
The image of Giorno lying on the clinic bed with blood gushing out of his forehead and his cheek torn off and with his knee bent the other way was a total nightmare for him. 'Who the fuck could even do such shit?!'
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3 minutes 29 seconds.
"FUCKING MOVE!"
"WE WANNA SEE ACTION!"
"I suppose I should come to you then, seeing as you are the one who has the lead!" Ciocolatta ran towards Dio but Dio smiled and showed everyone his magnificent footwork 'JoJo, you remember this?'
He shuffled back, left and right as he avoided Ciocolatta's weird attacks.
"GODDAMN, MOTHERFUCKER BE DOING MUHAMMAD ALI'S SHIT!" Pucci cussed as the crowd cheered.
"AWESOME!"
"IT'S LIKE WATCHING A BREAKDANCER FIGHT A TAP DANCER!"
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Trish: MISTA PLEASE HE IS BLEEDING OUT!
Trish texted as Foo Fighters tried to put pressure on his forehead. "Sheesh, he is tough. He should be dead by now." FF muttered. "R-Really?" Trish asked.
"I don't know, I only lasted like 2 years in med school." FF giggled. 'Oh...' Trish rolled her eyes.
She gripped her phone hard 'What happened to not touching Giorno..!' She thought angrily towards Anasui. She glanced at Jolyne. She figured that she was knocked out trying to save Giorno.
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"AAAAAGGHH!" Mista yelled in frustration as he can't think of anything. "I'm not used to this! At all! I'm better at relaxing and being carefree, why the fuck would fate put me in this situation!"
He stared one last time towards the two battling middle aged people.
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Ciocolatta frowned as Dio stepped back 'You're at your limit, I can see it in your face. So this is how far my creation can take you.'
Dio suddenly fell off balance 'What the?!'
Ciocolatta halted his impending jab, looking at him with disappointment and pity.
It pissed Dio off. 'What the fuck is up with that face?! EAT MY FOOT!' Dio used his fall to launch his other foot to kick the look off Ciocolatta's face. But before his shin can reach his head, Ciocolatta was yanked away by Mista in the last moment.
"What the he- EAUGH!" Dio grunted as he landed flat on his ass.
"AN OUTSIDER JUST ENTERED THE RING!" Speedwagon screamed.
"Oh, Guido. What brings you by?" Ciocolatta asked ever so casually as Tonpetty tried to pull Mista away "YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED HERE!" The ref screamed.
"I know! Give me a moment!" Mista screamed as he try to pry him away.
"MISTA, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Dio yelled in anger.
"GIORNOJSJSWNUSYAGWBSKAUWGASKAUEGSHAUSHSGABEBZ!" Mista quickly said in panic. "WHAT?!" Dio asked again.
"GIORNO NEEDS THE DOC! SOME LUNATIC JUST ASSAULTED HIM WITH A PIPE!" The young gymnast screamed.
Dio's eyes widened as him and Ciocolatta glanced at eachother.
Ciocolatta raised his hand and looked at Robert Speedwagon dead in the eye "I forfeit."
"Doctor..." Dio muttered. "I sprained my toe." Ciocolatta claimed to Speedwagon.
"W-WE HAVE A WINNER!"
The audience jeered and booed them.
"AND SO THERE WAS, CIOCOLATTA THE MAD DOCTOR FORFEITED WITH 2 MINUTES AND 5 SECONDS LEFT IN THE CLOCK! ANOTHER VICTORY FOR DIO BRANDO!" Robert yelled.
"IT WAS GETTING GOOD!"
"FUCK YOU, UNKNOWN SHITHEAD WHO JUST ENTERED THE ARENA!"
"PUSSY!"
Ciocolatta solemnly stared at the hostile crowd before turning to his opponent "I told you, I want you to win as much as you do."
It left Dio speechless as Mista cried for joy.
He started walking towards the exit on the way to his clinic. "I'm a doctor first, an athlete second."
Mista ran next to his mentor "Why are you taking your time?! It's urgent!"
"Oh, was it?"
"Yes!"
'He threw the fight, just to tend to Giorno... WAIT, GIORNO!' Dio stood up and ran after them.
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"WHAT THE FUCK, MERDE, I BETTED ON CIOCOLATTA! What is wrong with that..! Ughh!" Diavolo stomped hard on the carpeted floor of the VIP room as his contender just fucking forfeited lmao. "Give him a piece of your mind later on." Doppio suggested.
"What the fuck just happened." Jotaro asked. "I don't know, ask your physical therapist." Kars snarked.
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Jonathan stood up as the crowd jeered at the lackluster 4th match. "Rina isn't answering my calls..." Johnny mumbled. "Lets check on the clinic." Jonathan said.
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"FUCK! WHO THE FUCK DID TH- WRYAAAAAAAAHHH!" Dio angrily roared as he started beating the shit out of the spare bed.
"Oh ho ho, not to worry, people, I've dealt with worse." Ciocolatta said as he filled the IV fluids with the Green Day powder.
"W-What are you doing?!" Mista stuttered. "My drug can heal this in a day." Ciocolatta said like its no big deal.
"Hey." Johnny said as he entered the clinic. "My, Dio, what are you doing?" Jonathan asked as Dio continued to unleash hell upon the spare bed.
"MUDAMUDAMUDA-"
"Dio, that is enough, you're acting like a child-"
Trish and FF stared at the two newcomers. "Mr. Joestar, over here." Mista called out and as soon as Jonathan laid his eyes on Giorno.
"..." His eyes suddenly widened.
"UWAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHH!" He screamed in high pitch as his shirt disintegrated, he dashed next to Dio, who was still pounding the cushion mind you, and landed one solid punch that made the bed collapse.
Everyone except the doctor gasped in shock.
"What the hell are you doing, Jonathan?!" Johnny asked.
"MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA-"
"ATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-"
"Huh. Not my clinic anyway." Ciocolatta muttered as the powder inside the pouch started to dissolve. Jolyne slowly woke up from all the ruckus, she gripped her now patched up forearm in pain.
CIOCOLATTA "THE MAD DOCTOR" GREENE RETIRES IN THE FOURTH ROUND.