Jonathan's Beef Palace.
Representative: Giorno Giovanna

The young man got up despite his sore body.

His mind fighting itself.

'You can't sleep when there are monsters nearby.'

VS.

'Screw that, people who investigate paranormal stuff dies.'

He was getting mildly anxious. His hut doesn't exactly provide protection from any animal that attack him in his sleep.
A ghost perhaps?

He is a bit creeped out by the idea of ghosts. Not neccessarily scared, just creeped out. But once you realize that there are no scare chords in real life jumpscares, it gets easier.

Giorno closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His meditations surely helped him calm down and made him more relaxed.

'Be rational. What would padre do?'

Giorno's eyes slowly opened "That's right."

His logic becames clear.

"A ghost won't kill you, because if you died, you'll be a ghost too and it will be awkward for the both of you."

He smiles at the thought before staring at the distance, he was about to put his lamp out until a large, humanoid covered in fur scurried through his camp.

All of a sudden, all the serenity was thrown out of the window.

"AAAHHH!?" He yelled in confusion, the creature also screamed in fear before running away.

Giorno's own body moved on it's own as he stood up and ran after the creature with lamp in his hand.
Millions of unanswered questions simultaenously torture danced inside his mind.
But the biggest one is.

'IS THAT A FUCKING SASQUATCH?!'

His mind wasn't so sure if he should pursue it, but his body certainly is as he was in hot pursuit of the legendary cryptid.

They've reached the riverside, Giorno panted as his previous injuries weren't completely healed.
He fell on his knees, but he gritted his teeth, stood back up and continued to run.

"Hey wait! Oh gosh, I'm so stupid, why did I expect thr thing to understand English- I'm only wasting my breath- WHY AM I STILL TALKING?!" Giorno, without a doubt, was excited.

. . .

Morioh Martial Arts.
Representative: Josuke Higashikata.

"Jotaro-san... Maybe we should take this easy..!" Josuke panted as he fell on his knees panting.

Jotaro just held up the kicking pads "No. Get up."

The young man ignored him and continued fixing his do.

"Hey, do your dumb fixing later, we still have a couple of rounds to go." Jotaro said.

Josuke slowly stood up, pissed. "What the hell... Did you just say about my hair?!"
He reared his fists back.

Jotaro simply blocked the oncoming onslaught.

"DORARARARARARARARARARARA!" The pompadour let out his battlecry.

"DURA!"

Josuke delivered a powerful guard breaking punch that knocked the pads away from Jotaro, causing the man to gasped "K-Kono powa!"

"Heh, now you're wide open from the chin down!" Josuke delivered an uppercut.

"You..!"

The pompadour hit nothing but air as Jotaro's quick reflex allowed him to reposition himself behind him.

"W-What the?" Josuke gasped but Jotaro just decked him and knock his angry ass out cold in just a single punch.

Thud.

Jotaro glanced at the clock "Good grief, I guess it's getting pretty late."

. . .

La Squadra Gains.
Representative: Risotto Nero.

"Okay sir, dine in or takeout?" The girl asked from behind the counter. "TAKE OUT! YOU, WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT TO ADD, HUH?!" Ghiaccio asked his junior.
Risotto just shrugged and kept staring at the woman, creeping her out with his crimson eyes.

. . .

Panzerkamfwagen Gesundheit.
Representative: Caesar Zeppeli.

"I am rooting for you, Caesar." William told as he patted the young man's head. "You can count on me, grandfather." He replied politely.

"YOU CAN COUNT ON HIIIIIIM, OLD MAN!" Stroheim screamed.
"Why did you even come here with me? Vaffanculo!" Caesar lost his patience as William himself was a little irked by the German's appearance. It was 30 minutes til midnight and this guy just chewed the scenery.

. . .

Mirror Friendly Physique.
Representative: Illuso Kathreftis.

Doppio blinked as he found the gym with open lights. 'Huh? I could have sworn I closed the gym.' He checked his watch before approaching the building.

He witnessed Illuso moonwalking on tbe treadmill.

. . .

Duwang Calisthenics Park.
Representative: Yoshikage Kira.

"The hand fetishist strikes again." Yoshihiro reads the newspaper before returning his gaze to both his sons holding Mary Queens' severed hands.

He scolded them in the gentlest way possible "Look, I love you. But you have to control your impulse."

"No need." Kosaku said without even looking away from the hand. "We covered our tracks pretty well. No fingerprints, we wore hairnets, and mask. There's no DNA left in the crime scene. We sedated the powerful adopted sons of the woman. The police have nothing to work with." Yoshikage adds monotonously.

Meanwhile.

"... Damnit. There's nothing we could work with." Abbachio's superior cussed as he simply stared at him emptily.

. . .

Musclemania Powerlifting Gym.
Representative: Bruford Ford.

"Yes, I know the killer is in the competition. I am sure of it." Bruford said as he crushed the bottle of beer with his grip. Page, Jones, Plant, and Bornnam glanced at eachother and sighed. "You have our full support." Bornnam said. "Where's T by the way?" Page asked.
"He doesn't like beer." Bruford shrugged before reaching for another bottle, Plant took the bottle away from his reach.
"Hey, what gives?" Bruford asked in annoyance. "Don't bother grabbing a bottle if you're just going to crush it, you're wasting beer." The man scolds.

"Oh, sorry."

. . .

Oasis Gymnastics.
Representative: Guido Mista.

Mista simply lied down watching Netflix. "Well, that movie sucks." He yawned. It was strange, he was yawning but he still can't sleep.

Its almost a month since he last heard from Giorno. He called Jonathan about it but he just said he has nothing to worry about.
'Maybe he just went for a vacation? Or maybe he was doing some crazy training. Ah, that bastard.' He chuckled at the thought. They need to catch up sometime. He knows the young man was torn to shreds after Dio's passing.

'Damn, just when they started to be actual dad and son... But screw that I can't sleep!' He groaned.

But he shrieked in fear as the next movie's title scared him.

"ICE AGE 4: CONTINENTAL DRIFT."

He promptly turned it off and muttered "They should have ended it with Dawn of the Dinosaurs..! Why'd they add a fourth installment, goddamn..."

. . .

Lean and Mean Crossfit.
Representative: Narciso Anasui.

The man woke up in Texas 3 weeks ago, for some reason. He fooled the people who helped him that he was an amicable person. But the prospect of vengeance is still on his mind.

Giorno screaming while beaten to a bloody pulp makes him angry.

"I will finish the job next time..." he muttered as he fixed the hay on the barn.

. . .

ACDC 247 FITNESS.
Representative: Wamuu Williams.

The young man's eyes stared at the abandoned trailer in front of him.

His feet went to a stride. His arms beside him, his elbows bent and his palm facing forward.

What he did next completely obliterated the trailer in to just pieces of scrap metals.

"Kaze no Mōdo: KAMIZUNA ARASHI!"
(WIND MODE: DIVINE SANDSTORM)

. . .

THESE 10 MEN WILL SOON COMPETE AND FIGHT TOOTH AND NAIL, IN THE IRON MAN SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST-

-TSETTIF EHT FO LAVIVRUS NAM NORI EHT NI, LIAN DNA HTOOT THGIF DNA ETEPMOC NOOS LLIW NEM 01 ESEHT

The rules have changed. Precisely on the third week of Giorno's training.

Robert Edward Oliver Speedwagon added 6 vacant slots due to popular demand.

The requirements were high and only the elite passed.

The test is simply submit a list of your feats with video evidence.

Some of these people aren't representing gyms.

The unaffiliated winners will win 40% of SWF's income. Which is a shit ton mind you. The affiliated winners will have their gyms exposed and will have endorsement and international fame, along with 15% of SWF's income, which is still a shit ton mind you.

Here
They
Are

. . .

Maya Santiago
Unaffiliated

She TRIED to mask her identity. Pretending to be a man.

But Speedwagon saw through her ruse.

She was an infamous underground mercenary going under the name of "Flaming Trousers"

Feat: Assassinated the previous don of Passione. While wearing a go pro. With a pepper spray. Alone.

. . .

Emporio Alnino
Unaffiliated

He is only 13. He believes he is cursed, he was abducted by people from the criminal underworld and performed heinous experiments on him.

He joined for the sole purpose of crushing those responsible.

Feat: He is capable of flipping a car over. He filmed it and went viral on YouTube.

. . .

Rubber Soul
Unaffiliated.

A greedy con artist.

Feat: With the power of CGI and editing, he managed to convince the experts in the prestigious Speedwagon Foundation that he can stop a train. For fuck's sake.

. . .

"I'll show him... I'll show him! I can do something on my own! Nghgg!" Joshu grunted as he tried to bend a frying pan.

Joshu Higashikata
Unaffiliated.

Feat: Was able to bend a horshoe.

. . .

Unknown
Polnareffland Gym.

Polnareff held a grudge on Jonathan for running him over with a car and making him wheelchair bound (JoJo braked just in time and just nudged Polnareff, causing the frenchman to sprain his ankle)

So he went through ALL the effort to establish a gym to be able to compete against Jonathan. He felt bad however when THE LION died.

He thought finding a representative would be difficult but there are some weird men in white coats who approached him and proposed they will cover what he needs.

But now he finally saw who's going to be his representative.

He gasped, started sweating, and his knees started to buckle.

Dr. Straits simply smiled at him as the representative stepped towards his new boss.

"You've gotta be kidding me... You have..." Polnareff gulped.

The representative grinned a toothy smile.

"Who are you?!" The frenchman asked in fear.

The person he asked simply licked his lips.

"Diego."