"Okay, I already informed Speedwagon about it and he is alright with it." Jonathan said as he showed them his phone.
"Man, you are a BEAST, dog. You were like, BOPPED that nigga ass!" Pucci exclaimed. "Heh, of course! This dome ain't big enough for the two of us!" Dio boasted. He finally settled the score with Kars, not in a bodybuilding competition but in a competition nonetheless.
"Yeah, you're the bigger narcissist." Johnny snarked as he scrolled his phone. "Are you gonna take these again?" Gappy asked as he pointed at the Green Day and Green Tea. "Of course! Doctor's prescription." Dio said as he walked over to his prescribed drugs to consume them.
"... What do they taste like?" The ex navy asked. "Like grass. Never felt this much of a herbivore." Dio replied as he sipped.
"Ahh." Giorno felt his injured cheek. He can already feel that the wound is already closed. He grabbed the edge of the bandage...
"Don't take that strap just yet, lil nigga. It ain't a good look having dead ass skin on your face." Pucci advised. Giorno smiled and obeyed.
"By the way! You ain't gonna believe this shit, Jonah!" Pucci called Jonathan's attention. "Yes, what is it?" He asked.
"Speedwagon smoked a joint!" The priest giggled and wheezed. "Oh shit! He did?!" Dio grinned. "I... I don't know what to say." Jonathan raised his arms before letting them down, not wanting to participate in the conversation.
"Wait, really? I got the impresson that he was a goody two shoes like our boy right here." Johnny said. "The more you know, I guess." Gappy adds.
"It was a mild one and he managed to control it during the match but STILL! I am gonna be his supplier, homeboys! This hustle is gonna be high payin'!" Pucci said with excitement. "... Aren't you a priest? Why are you encouraging someone to use drugs?" Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Can I... Try some of your product?" Gappy asked.
"Soon, sailor dog! And it ain't that bad, loc. It's just a little something something for recreational use."
Johnny rolled his eyes.
"Hey, don't give me that bullshit, when I was a kid I always dreamed of being an international drug dealer so..."
"What a weird ambition." Giorno commented.
. . .
Kars slowly opened his eyes "Did I... Lose?"
"The hell you think?" ACDC asked with a chuckle. The injured man sat up and put a palm on his swollen temple.
His eyes widened as he gasped. "Give me a mirror, Adrian!"
ACDC shrugged before handing him a mirror. "I see that the patient is awake." Ciocolatta smiled from his desk.
Kars' hand trembled as he held the mirror, there was a huge purple swell on the part he got kicked at by the Infinite Spin.
ACDC was impressed as Kars crushed the mirror with his grip "I'LL NEVER FORGIVE HIM..!'
Ciocolatta mumbled "I'll go get the bandage." As Kars' hand got injured due to the broken shards of glass.
"That's 7 years of badluck, Kars." ACDC said nonchalantly.
KARS RAFIKI "THE HASHIRA" SHAZIR RETIRES IN THE FIFTH ROUND.
. . .
"That's... I guess mine could have been worse." Jolyne mumbled. "Yeah. I mean, I'm sure my father isn't the worst, but he is probably one of them." Trish shrugged.
"I guess Gio is right..." the taller woman sighed. "He's rarely wrong." the pinkette smiled.
"Hey girls! Didn't know I'd find you here. Come on, the next match is going to start soon." Josuke said.
. . .
Evening arrived.
The match finally came.
"THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE SIXTH ROOOOOUNNND!" Speedwagon announced ever so passionately at the mic as the crowd once again cheered.
"Do you think he is still high?" Gappy asked Johnny.
"Who knows?" Johnny shrugged.
"THE SECOND TO THE LAST MATCH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN AND THE CROWD IS RESTLESS, THEY WANT TO KNOW IF DIO WILL MAKE IT OR NOT! SO FAR, THE LION STILL HAS TWO LIVES LEFT IN HIS DISPOSAL! VERY IMPRESSIVE HE MADE IT THIS FAR WITHOUT LOSING ANOTHER!" Robert said.
"OF COURSE HE WON'T LOSE ANOTHER, THE HELL YOU TAKE HIM FOR, PIMP?" Pucci asked.
. . .
Jotaro simply folded his arms, before raising his head as Josuke and Jolyne sat next to him. His uncle greeted him but Jolyne didn't say anything.
Polpo decided to watch in the audience area rather than in the public room as people made way for this hulking man who made his way towards a vacant seat at the far side of the stadium.
"The view is nice over here." He lamented as his 7 ft tall ass towered over everyone.
Ciocolatta scribbled something to his notes before his eyes widened. "Well, well, well. It looks like he is not gonna last a week according to this."
. . .
"A MAN WHOSE PATRIOTISM IS UNRIVALED! HE IS MAKING WAVES IN THE EUROPEAN BODYBUILDING CIRCUIT! HE HAS DONE SOME INTERESTING MODIFICATIONS TO HIS BODY ACCORDING TO HIS MANAGER AFTER A TERRIBLE AUTOMOBILE ACCIDENT THAT ALMOST COST HIM HIS LIFE! 6'3 TALL AND 390 KILOGRAMS OF MUSCLE AND MACHINE, RUDOL "THE TERMINATOR" SSS-"
The cyborg got out of his entrance and shouted his name along with Speedwagon.
"STROHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMM!"
"Isn't the Terminator supposed to be stoic?!" Caesar asked his coach but she ignored him.
The crowd cheered as the shirtless man paraded his metal torso. "I DON'T NEED A MIIIIIIIIIIC! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
"WHOAAAAAAA! WHAT ENTHUSIASM! HE IS EVEN LOUDER THAN MY MICROPHONE AND THE WHOLE STADIUM COMBINED!" Speedwagon comments.
Tonpetty gritted his teeth as the screaming man walked closer.
"AND FOR HIS ADVERSARY! HIS GRIT IS INDOMITABLE DESPITE HIS SHORTCOMINGS! WHERE IS THIS STRENGTH COMING FROM?! WHAT IS HE FIGHTING FOR?! 6 FOOT 3 AND 98 KILOGRAMS...
DIO
"THE LION"
BRANDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"WRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAA!" The lion roared as he strided forward, 0 fear, 100% confident.
His family stood firmly behind him. It is where his strength came from. Their support is whats keeping him standing, their hopes are whats holding him up, they believe in him.
That's why Dio refuses to go down.
"Atleast this round is going to be a breather for Dio, he's fought enough hard wars in the past 2 days." Johnny mumbled. "Its only been 2 days?!" Gappy exclaimed.
"What?" His brother in law asked.
"Nothing, it feels like alot of stuff happened in just... 2 days." Gappy replied.
Giorno silently agreed. Its just the third day and he already felt like a week has passed. Its been very eventful to say the least, specially after he was informed of the murder case, Giorno is sure Abbachio's unit is going to prioritize this since Miami hasn't had a murder case in the last 2 years.
"YOOOOOOO, DIOOOOO! TIME SURE FLIES HUH, WE ARE ACTUALLY GOING TO COMPETE AGAINST EACHOTHER!" Stroheim said.
"Yeah! You noisy ass twat!" Dio looked at him from head to toe "You're gonna be an interesting foe!"
Tonpetty inspected Stroheim's metallic arms. "Is this even allowed?"
"YEAH! THEY DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT BEING PROHIBITED!" He yelled causing the ref to cover his ears.
The huge black screen glowed as the pending challenge awaits...
ARM WRESTLING
Dio's team gulped 'Oh no...'
"BEST OUTTA 3, JUST A STANDARD ARM WRESTLING. PLAIN AS VANILLA." Speedwagon said.
"BUT THIS IS NO ORDINARY ARM WRESTLING EVENT! IT IS MAN VS MACHINE!"
"OOOOAAAHH! I AM A MAN BEFORE I AM A MACHINE SO I HAVE THE ADVANTAGE!" Stroheim yelled.
It didn't take much common sense that Dio is going to lose this one. Barring the weight that was added to Stroheim's body, they have no idea how much strength he can exert now that he is a cyborg.
Caesar folded his arms 'This is where your run ends...'
. . .
Unspecified time before the competition...
"And the condition is very optimal." Mark read as Stroheim tested his strength once more by crushing 6 golfballs in one go with his grip alone.
"THIS IS THE PEAK OF ARYAN TECHNOLOGYYYYYYYYY!"
Caesar sighed as he sat down the side of the bunker and tried to meditate.
"HEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" A loud crash was heard as Caesar opened his eyes in irritation.
"A-Amazing..! He can shatter the concrete floor with a karate chop..!" Mark wrote another note at the findings as the other scientist Otto monitored Stroheim's status from the screen.
Days has gone by as they kept testing his power.
His pinch strength is enough to tear away a piece of metal from a ship wall.
His single arm strength is capable of turning a road roller upside down.
His leg strength is so powerful that he can leave craters with every step if he wished to do so.
Several weeks later.
"Now it doesn't matter who he has to face in that tournament. Be it the strongman from Britain or the kickboxer Jotaro Kujo. Stroheim's strength is now unrivaled." Lisa Lisa said as she took off her shades.
"Coach Lisa Lisa..." Caesar called "You might wanna look at this."
Its a message from Robert Speedwagon himself.
The Iron Man Survival of the Fittest tournament, is a tournament no more.
"Isn't he the pervert who harrassed you back then?!" Caesar asked as he recognized the blond Brando in the picture.
. . .
Present.
'As much of an obnoxious prick he is, there is no stopping him.' Caesar thought.
A specialized marble arm wrestling platform was placed in front as the two men got in to position.
"I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS, DIO BRANDO." Stroheim said.
Dio said nothing as he focused, their hands intertwined but Dio immediately felt the threat he poses.
Dio has mostly been the strongest guy in almost every setting he was in. In law school, he was the biggest guy amongst his peers, in parties that doesn't invite Jonathan, he always crushes the others whenever he gets drunk. Everytime he performs handshakes with anyone, he always make sure the receiver would notice how firm his grip is to establish that he was the alpha male.
But Stroheim's hand was immovable.
"A BEST OF THREE ARM WRESTLING. MAN VS MACHINE. THE CROWD ANTICIPATES THE REFEREE'S SIGNAL FOR THEM TO BEGIN AS THE SECOND TO THE LAST ROUND OF THE GAUNTLET BEGINS THIS EVENING!"
"Yup. He is gonna lose this one." Johnny said as he turned around to leave. Gappy and Giorno silently followed.
"C-Come on, guys! Don't be pessimistic!" Jonathan said "I am sure Dio can turn it around, he always did!"
"Yeah, no. There is no way he can cheat his way out of this one. The rules are too restricted for him to do something absurd. And Dio knows next to nothing when it comes to arm wrestling other than brute forcing it." Johnny countered.
"BEGIN!"
"KICK HIS NOISY ASS!" Ghiaccio cheered, he has a petty grudge against Stroheim.
BLAM.
Much to everyone's shock, it ended in an instant. Dio was utterly silent as he slowly glanced to his hand. He already lost the first one even before a second has passed.
He tested his strength against alot of people during his life. With two of the physically strongest would be Jonathan and Tarkus.
But right now, he never felt so overwhelmed when it comes to strength.
Stroheim: 1
Dio: 0
The crowd was silent, they don't know what to make of it.
Diavolo was partly relieved he didn't bet on anyone this round.
Meanwhile Kars is cheering in the infirmary.
"AGAIN!" Dio yelled. Tonpetty looked at him with shock before resetting their hands.
Jonathan winced as the result was the same. Dio lost once more in an instant. Giorno thought of something, Dio had two lives left, Stroheim only had one. He could sacrifice this one and beat Stroheim through the next contest.
He knows Dio can't be unlucky enough to face Stroheim in a direct strength contest twice.
Wamuu unfolded his arms and left.
'Be careful what you wish for, Mr. Joestar. You might just end up getting it.' Lisa Lisa sighed as she glanced at the entrance where the man was from her seat in the audience. 'How are you gonna get yourself out of this one, Dio Brando?'
Dio was a little frustrated that he kept getting overpowered like this. But he made it this far, despite the jeers of the crowd and his bad publicity, there are those who root for him. Their hopes lie within his hands, burden that he must carry.
And one of his biggest fears is letting people down. Specially those who believed in him. He might be too prideful to admit it, but Jonathan's faith in him managed to get him through alot of things in his life, be it law school, a punishing bodybuilding diet or spending an hour in church.
He considers himself a lucky man, born with 3 moles in his left earlobe. But luck can only take him so far.
"BEGIN!"
Tonpetty's voice brought him back to reality, he exerted alot of effort and growled "WRYYYYYYYYYY!"
And much to everyone's shock, he lasted longer than he did previously.
Stroheim's eyes widened as his hold started to waver. He grinned "UWAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
Dio planted his right foot with conviction as his entire body tried to fight back against the overwhelming odds. Dio gripped the side of the table as he gritted his teeth.
Jonathan's eyes lightened up. "Guys, look!"
He turned around "Guys?"
They already left.
Lisa Lisa slowly took off her shades but her stoic expression didn't change. Raising an eyebrow, she noticed what was wrong but she shrugged it off.
"What the hell is he doing?!" Caesar asked out loud as he thought Rudol was fooling around.
"STROHEIM! STOP MAKING A FOOL OUT OF YOURSELF!"
Stroheim's arm started to lean towards his side, he was actually losing.
"DIO IS SLOWLY BUT SURELY OVERPOWERING STROHEIM! THE CYBORG'S ARM WAS SLANTING NEGATIVELY! WILL DIO TURN IT AROUND?!"
The crowd started jeering as they assumed that the fight was fixed.
"I KNEW IT! THEY PAID THEM OFF!"
"IS THIS EVENT EVEN LEGIT?!"
"DOES DIO EVEN HAVE AIDS!?"
They started to question the authenticity of everything, even claiming that the Speedwagon Foundation's integrity was shit if their suspicions were true.
"AHH! I REALIZED WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!" Stroheim said as he was so close to being defeated.
Dio poured everything he only needed to move his arm a few inches to touch the table and claim the win.
"I AM HOLDING BACK!" Stroheim said as Dio's eyes widened. "What..?" He said weakly as he lost focus.
A repeat of what happened previously.
Stroheim's fingers fully enveloped Dio's backhand, protecting it as he slammed it hard and destroyed the marble table.
Jonathan gasped, but Dio was relieved that he went limp, otherwise he would have dislocated a shoulder or an elbow once more.
Stroheim: 3
Dio: 0
Stroheim raised his arms in victory "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The audience was momentarily speechless before disregarding their previous statement about the event being a fraud and cheered at the impressive feat of destroying a marble table.
"UNBELIEVABLE! HE MANAGED TO CRUSH DIO ALONG WITH THE SOLID MARBLE TABLE! DIO BRANDO HAS ONCE AGAIN LOSES A LIFE! I REPEAT! DIO BRANDO HAS ONCE AGAIN LOSES A LIFE!"
"Nooooo!" Pucci puts his hands on his head.
"YEAAAAAHHH!" The audience cheered.
"Are you alright?" Tonpetty asked. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine!" Dio snarled as he sat down for a brief moment. He grasped his forearm 'Good thing the previous injuries didn't act up, I'm still in relatively good shape.'
The crowd's hype was unmatched as Stroheim managed to pluck away one of Dio's lives. William grumbled something before starting the next roullette.
Giorno, Johnny and Gappy reached their seats. "The stadium is packed today." Gappy notes.
Giorno glanced behind him and saw that the stadium was almost full compared yesterday and the day before.
"Dio has to win this one, he has no other choice." Johnny said in a dead serious tone. "... Yeah, no shit, he only has one life left." Gappy replied.
"You don't have to be an ass about it!"
Jonathan can only watch as he pray that Dio can finally have a break. The man in question coughed in his palm.
Giorno's eyes widened. He looked around and asked himself 'Am I the only one who saw it?!'
"Hey, you alright-"
"I'M FINE." Dio interrupted Tonpetty but they both saw the blood. The referee stared at him with worry and horror, before preparing to call Speedwagon in his radio but Dio simply shook his head.
Tonpetty gasped before sighing.
PULL STICK TUG OF WAR.
"Two men are seated on the ground with soles of feet in contact. Each contestant grasps a stick or softball bat so that it is directly over their feet. At the starting signal, each contestant tries to pull his opponent from sitting position to feet. Contestant who gets his ass hauled off from the ground loses." Pucci reads the description.
"IT'S PRETTY SIMPLE IF YOU THINK ABOUT IT. THE BUTT THAT LEAVES THE GROUND LOSES!" Speedwagon follows up.
"ALRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!" Stroheim screamed.
"This is going to be a quick match. A swift end to Dio's run." Caesar said with a smirk. "Oh we'll see." Lisa Lisa replied.
Regarding Stroheim's incredible power, they gave him an olympic bar, but he bended it so easily, it snapped.
The crowd was awed at the display.
"Yeah, Dio is gonna lose this one." Johnny said. "It's been fun."
"Eh, I'm sad the corndog lady is gone." Gappy sulked. Giorno however, knows the truth.
There is no way his father can do this, and he is gonna be humiliated in front of the whole world, and on top of that, he just saw him cough up blood.
The blond stood up and ran towards Speedwagon. "Huh, where is he going?" Johnny asked.
William scratched his head as he tried to think of something unbreakable for them to use as a stick when Giorno suddenly ran up to them.
"Call a timeout."
Speedwagon, Pucci, and William looked at him with surprise.
"Yo, what's u-"
"Do it, now!" Giorno yelled. "G-Giorno was it? We can't just do that you know." Speedwagon explained.
"Who is this kid exactly? He grabbed the mic back in Round 2." William asked.
"He is mini Dio." Pucci replied.
"I saw him cough up blood. Let him catch his breath." Giorno said, calming down.
"But... But the crowd won't like that." Robert replied. "Would you prefer they see a man die in that very arena?" Giorno asked.
Speedwagon gasped, but his expression became firm.
. . .
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the fuck is going on?!" Dio asked as Tonpetty had Jonathan escort Dio back to his room.
"A timeout for you." Jonathan replied solemnly. They saw Dio waiting at the entrance to the arena.
Stroheim was left in the arena with a few peculiar objects around him.
A van. A fridge. An oil tanker. A large metal container.
"BEHOLD, RUDOL VON STROHEIM'S MAGNIFICENT uhh..." Speedwagon drifted off.
"GERMAAAAAN SCIEEEEEEEEEEEENCEEEEE!" The cyborg screamed causing an uproar from the audience. They didn't care it was delayed, they wanna see more of Stroheim's technology.
"Am I the only one bothered by this?" Caesar asked.
. . .
"That was nothing! Your eyes are playing tricks-" Dio was interrupted as Giorno punched him in the face. Causing shock to everyone.
"... Nice punch." Johnny compliments. Gappy simply stared dumbfoundedly as Jonathan gasped.
"You don't understand..!" Giorno said as Dio stared at him holding his cheek. "I know I told Trish that I will support you until the very end and-"
Ciocolatta entered the room holding a paper and a thin piece of large bandaid. "Oh! Dio! You're gonna die soon!"
"Damn you!" Dio snarled.
Giorno sighed loudly before growling. "I know I said I will watch you til the very end, but..."
They all stared at him.
"BUT NOW THAT THE TIME HAS COME I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO ACCEPT IT!" Giorno yelled, his voice cracked. "I don't want to lose you, dad."
Dio's eyes widened as it was the first time he called him dad.
"I'm afraid! I am so scared! Sure, there are times when I can't freaking stand your antics, but still! You are my father! I just can't sit here and watch you go out there as someone with a foot in their grave, proving to everyone how strong you are! And they don't even care! They hate you!" Giorno ranted.
But everyone was still silent, so he continued "I know Uncle JoJo and Father Pucci told me that you are doing this for my sake, but do I really have to lose you to learn my lesson?! Lets just think for a bit! LETS BE RATIONAL ABOUT THIS!"
Dio opened his mouth to say something but his son interrupted him.
"I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE! DOCTOR CIOCOLATTA IS HERE, he can save you..! Right?! RIGHT?! PLEASE TELL ME I'M RIGHT!" Giorno turned his gaze towards the greenet.
"I'm afraid you're not." The doctor bluntly said, much to everyone's shock, Giorno dashed and grabbed his collar "WRYAAAAAHHHH! WHY NOT?! I KNOW YOU CAN!"
"GIORNO, NO!" Jonathan grabbed Giorno to restrain him.
. . .
"W-WOAAAAAAAAHHHH! LOOK AT HIM, HE HAS A MACHINE GUN IN HIS TORSO!" Speedwagon shouted.
"MY BODY IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS! THE PEAK, AND PRIDE OF ARYAN TECHNOLOGY! I HAVE ASCENDED HUMANITY!" Stroheim magnificently exposed his machine gun abs with armor piercing bullets.
"TAKE THIS, EVIL COMMIE OIL TANKER! THIS MACHINEGUN CAN FIRE 600 ROUND PER MINUTE WITH BULLET THAT CAN PENETRATE A 5 INCH METAL ARMOR! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAHH!"
And the crowd goes wild.
"Holy shit, are those gunshots?!" Johnny asked in horror.
"Giorno, why are you acting like this?!" Jonathan asked as Giorno stopped squirming.
Dio patted Jonathan's shoulder, wordlessly telling him to let go. Jonathan lets his nephew go.
Giorno breathed heavily and glared at his father.
Dio grabbed the back of his head, and pulled him in to a gentle hug.
"The essence of being a real man lies in his ability to give his best when he is at his worst."
He gently ruffled his son's hair, as the boy went silent.
"I want you to learn that." He broke the hug and rested his palms at Giorno's shoulders "Because you're... The man now... Dog."
Giorno's eye twitched, he covered them.
"I love you, son. I hope you believe in yourself as much as I believe in you."
Giorno started sobbing.
"Whenever your journey take you in life, be safe. Enjoy the ride and never forget your way back home." Dio ruffled and disfigured his hairdo but the young man didn't mind, he found comfort through his gesture.
"I can't promise to be here for the rest of your life, but I promise to love you for the rest of mine." Dio gave him one last tap, before heading for the door.
The adults stared at Dio leaving, but were brought back to Giorno as the young man suddenly kneeled down and cried.
"Goddamnit!" Giorno sobbed. "UNTIL NOW, I CAN'T EVEN SHED A SINGLE TEAR!"
The young man cried (tearless) as Jonathan crouched next to him to comfort him, he stared at Johnny and Gappy and told them to go out there and support Dio.
Ciocolatta simply shrugged and left, before leaving his prescription paper at the table. And the bandaid too.
. . .
"WWWWWWAAAAAHHHH! ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINEEEEEDDD?!" Stroheim asked but the crowd cheered harder.
"Such a FUCKING SHOW OFF!" Ghiaccio snarled. "I wonder why they called a timeout for Dio though." Formaggio asked.
Jotaro watched his daughter as they enjoyed Stroheim's little parade about his military grade weapons stored inside his body.
"... We could use him for research." Smokey whispered to Funny Valentine.
"Smokey! Research?! Sheesh, you're disgusting!" The President said. "What, WHY?!" The VP asked.
"Is it the same research the young kids these days say to ask for porn sources? Is Rudol turning you on? I didn't know you were a... A robosexual!"
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!"
"CYBER SEX!"
"NO! WE CAN USE HIM FOR SOME SORT OF SUPERSOLDIER RESEARCH FOR THE CIA, SHEESH."
. . .
His little show came to an end as Dio walked out with an adamantine rod. Designed to withstood an insurmountable amount of pressure before breaking.
"HEY." Dio raised the rod "Give me your best shot..!"
The crowd booed, before chanting Stroheim's name.
Stroheim played along with a grin "LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!"
"AND NOW THE LION IS BACK! THE TERMINATOR WELCOMING HIS CHALLENGE! WILL DIO MAKE IT TOMORROW OR WILL THE FIRE IN HIS LIFE BURN OUT?!"
"GRAB HOLD OF THE STICK!" Tonpetty said as the two men grasped the rod.
They sat down in unison without breaking off their staredown. Dio started corpsing because Stroheim's grin was infectious.
"F-FUCKING STOP SMILING, YOU'RE MAKING ME LAUGH." Dio chuckled.
They placed their feet against eachother.
"I WILL WIN AGAIN!" Stroheim humbly boasted. "Show me!" Dio grinned.
He heard some metallic noises and the sound of the ground being drilled.
"MY ASSHOLE HAS A FIRM GRIP ON THE FLOOR, AFTER GAUGING YOUR STRENGTH, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO LIFT ME." Stroheim announced.
"Oh shit." Dio cussed.
"READY... SET! BEGIN!" Tonpetty announced.
"AND THEY ARE OFF!" Speedwagon screamed.
Dio growled ad he tried his best to lift Stroheim. The cyborg opted on giving him a chance by not trying to be offensive. He simply sat there and let Dio try.
"NGGGRRRRR! SO GODDAMN HEAVY!" Dio gritted his teeth.
"For fuck's sake! Giorno is gonna be happy about this!" Johnny said. "... Why?" Gappy asked.
"Dio is gonna lose without getting too injured. He is fucked."
The crowd jeered as Dio try to lift the favorite. "URYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!"
"I AM GONNA TRY TO FIGHT BACK." Stroheim said as his knee bent the wrong way and started working.
'Oh shit..!' Dio grunted as he panicked, he tried his best to stay on the ground.
"No, no, no..!" Dio muttered.
He clenched his buttocks and pushed against the stick.
'SMART MOVE, IF YOU PULLED, YOU WOULD HAVE PULLED YOURSELF TO DEFEAT!' Even Stroheim's inner thoughts are loud.
Dio analyzed the rules. 'Quick! Think! How can I bend it?!'
The rule is pretty straight forward, pull on the stick and try to lift the other guy with your feet and legs.
Lift the guy with your feet and legs...
'Feet and legs...' Dio zoned out, but he was quickly brought back to reality as he was slowly getting overpowered. "OHHHHHHHHH YOU ARE ABOUT TO LOSE DIOOOOOOOOOO!" Stroheim yelled as he pulled the stick slowly.
"FEET AND LEGS!" Dio screamed as he squeezed his thighs shut and kicked Stroheim in the dick.
"AUGHHHAAK!" Stroheim yelped.
"WOOOOOOAAAHH! IN A TURN OF EVENTS, A LOW BLOW HAS OCCURED AND IT CONFIRMED THAT STROHEIM'S GENITALS WERE ORGANIC!"
"WRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Dio roared as he easily lifted Stroheim up. The lock he had on the ground was swiftly deactivated by the foul blow.
Everyone's eyes widened.
"W-WE HAVE A WINNERRRRRRR!"
The crowd went sour as Dio won again by an underhanded method.
They started throwing their drinks and trash at the arena.
Dio giggled as he got up and ran, Tonpetty cussed at the crowd as Stroheim laid there motionless with his arms layed out.
"E-EVERYONE, PLEASE CALM DOWN!" Speedwagon pleaded as Pucci once again removed his robes "WORLDSTAAAAR!" and threw stuff back at the crowd.
"This is gonna be one hell of a job for the janitor-" William was hit in the head by something sticky. He grimaced as he took it off and realized what it is, a used condom.
RUDOL "THE TERMINATOR" STROHEIM RETIRES IN THE SIXTH ROUND
. . .
As chaos ensued outside, Dio returned to the room but the room is empty. He saw his phone on the table buzzing, he picked it up and saw a text message telling him to meet the crew in the spot at the woods.
10:16 pm
Jonathan smiled as he saw Dio walk towards them.
"I won!" He boasted. "We know, that's why we left." Johnny replied.
"People are having a food fight back there." Gappy said.
"Giorno?" Dio called his son. His son simply nodded. "Hey, your face. The wound disappeared." Dio said. "The doctor left a skin graft for me, he told me it'll merge with my face and dissolve the scar." The young man replied.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"What can I do, besides accepting it?" Giorno sighed in defeat.
"Learn from it! And lets take a fucking picture, the stars are breathtaking!"
And so, Jonathan tore off a branch and ripped it piece by piece, Gappy assembled the sticks to create a makeshift tripod.
Setting Jonathan's phone on timer, they all posed with a smile with their back against the beautiful nightsky.
'Dr. Greene's paper showed that padre's chance of survival dropped down to 45% because he noticed symptoms of hemorrhage and internal bleeding... But, I guess its better than 0%.' Giorno thought as he grabbed his sleeve in his pose.
"What the fuck is taking so long?" Dio asked through his grin.
'Dio Brando. My father. I just have to believe in him.' Giorno continued his internal monologue. 'Uncle was right, showing doubt is futile. And is a message that says I don't have faith in my father. It must have hurt him when I lashed out...'
"I don't know, I am pretty sure I pressed the red circle." Gappy said.
"RED CIRCLE?! It's for filming shit! We've been posing like this for 24 seconds now, goddamnit Josuke!" Johnny snarled.
Take 2
"Alright, I set the timer this time. I'm sure of it." Gappy ran back to his spot with a smile before pulling his pose. "You better!" Dio angrily said through his smile.
.
.
"How long did you set the timer for?" Jonathan asked. "15 seconds." Gappy replied without missing a beat.
"Damnit, I'm getting sore! What kind of a fucking camera had a timer of 15 fucking seconds?!" Dio asked. "Jonathan's phone?" Gappy answered.
The camera flashed and the picture was decent.
"I'm gonna fucking choke you out!" Dio ran to strangle Gappy without taking in to account that the guy was a grappler, so he ended up being the one in a chokehold.
Take 3
"Alright, lets take one more, gentlemen." Jonathan said, he grabbed his phone and opted for a selfie with the team. "Hey, let him go." Johnny told Gappy to which he obeyed wordlessly.
Giorno felt contented. They've come a long way. It's been awhile since he felt finally at home.
. . .
"Tomorrow is the last match." Polpo said. "Why are you covered in..?" Diavolo asked. "There was a food fight!" Polpo answered. Doppio licked the man's tricep "Hey! Asshole!"
"Mmm, strawberry jam." The underboss said.
"I think I'm done betting." Diavolo said as he folded his arms. He watched the arena get swarmed by janitors and cleaning trucks from the large television in the VIP room. "I'm quite enjoying the show as it is."
Polpo smiled at his boss' change of tune.
. . .
"I can't believe he won..!" Kars grunted. "Easy. Maybe he is the chosen one or some shit." ACDC chuckled.
Wamuu entered the clinic. Without any dirt or grime from the chaos that ensued.
"Oh? Where've you been, kid?" ACDC asked.
"I have participated in the war outside and managed to incapacitate 28 people." He said with a straight face. "What the fuck! You didn't kill anyone did you?!" ACDC asked in panic.
"No. I have crippled a few. But I have restrained myself."
. . .
"OAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Josuke roared, scaring alot of people outside the stadium. "Grunkle! Stop!" Jolyne grabbed his arm.
Trish helped her restrain him.
"WHICH ONE OF YOU THREW A SPINACH AT MY HAIR?! TELL ME!"
"THEY WON'T TELL YOU, THEY'RE SCARED!"
The pinkette whined as she was also scared at Josuke's fiery mood swing. Making a note to never touch or make fun of his hair.
. . .
The next morning.
It was 5 am, 4 hours before the final match.
Giorno heard intense knocking from his door.
He opened it groggily.
"What?"
It was his bestfriend Mista.
"Giorno! Holy fuck, bro. I have been looking everywhere for you last night! There's bad news! You guys HAVE to stop the match!" Mista said in panic. Giorno was suddenly wide awake.
Did something happen to Dio?
Did the killer that killed Mary Queens returned?
Did they find out where Anasui went and what happened to the Weather guy?
He was silent, urging Mista to continue. But he steeled his resolve, he was prepared for the worst.
"Okay, so. Remember what happened during Dio's fight with the doc?" Mista asked. Giorno nodded.
'Alright, it must be an injury that padre got from that round.'
"And-and nothing bad happened in the match anyways but something bad happened to YOU instead?" Mista asked.
"Yes." Giorno said with confusion, not sure where this is going.
"That was the FOURTH round and guess what?" Mista crossed his arms. 'Oh for crying out loud.' Giorno rolled his eyes "What?"
"Today is the FOURTH DAY OF THE GAUNTLET!" Mista was suddenly shouting.