"It's too late... He's... Dead."

"JOJOOO! GAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!" Ruby finally hit her breaking point and cried out in grief, she fell on her knees and yelled out as Jonathan died posing. Yang and Blake silently sobbed but Weiss...

Weiss just stared at the screen. No tears fell, no words escaped her mouth. Somehow, between all the sadness in the atmosphere, she finally felt... At ease. Knowing that he won't suffer anymore, it made her happy.

"You earned your well deserved rest, JoJo." she muttered to herself as the ship finally exploded.

And Dio... Even though he boasted how he was above humans, at the sight of his worthy opponent's corpse, he felt a complicated, human emotion.

Jonathan Joestar died Febuary 7, 1889.

Died posing, hugging his archnemesis. What a way to go.

Team RWBY grieved at his death. Weiss finally had tears flowing down her face. Yang bit ther lip to cease her sobbing, Blake rubbing her teary eyes repeatedly, Weiss covering her face as she wept, and Ruby screaming in grief. They feel like they're in a funeral of someone they knew personally. Watching the boy grow in to a man, rooting for him.

The sun rose as they agreed that this show is beautiful. Erina was riding the casket that Dio brought. Holding the child, lamenting how her husband's achievements will never be heard by the public, but his descendants will. She was rescued in Canary Islands a day later.

The cast of the part appeared in the sky.

Part 1: Phantom Blood Fin. Yang hugged her sister, comforting her as she slowly calmed down.

"This show is... Amazing." Blake said as she paused the show. "Is it odd to say that his death was beautiful?" Yang asked. "No. Not at all." Weiss smiled sadly as she stook the first napkin to wipe her tears. "They killed off the hero..." Ruby said with sorrow. "Don't be sad, sis. He died sacrificing himself. It's the most badass way to go..." Yang ruffled her hair.

They heard a knock on the door.

"Ughh.. The pizza is finally here." Weiss grumbled as she stood up and grabbed her card. "I'll go get it." she sniffled and walked towards the door.

Opening it, her eyes went wide and her mouth fell. You thought it was some generic pizza boy but it was I, Dio.

The muscular blonde looked bored and handed her a pizza, taking her card as his radio spoke. "Dio! These radio stuff are quite the innovation! Allowing you to communicate from far off distance!" they heard JoJo's cheery voice on the other line. "Oh hush, JoJo! I'm dealing with a customer!" Dio yelled as he handed her the card back before leaving. Weiss held the pizza and stared at his back with utter shock, paralyzed. A few minutes passed as she kept staring in to empty space, the blonde vampire long gone. "Weiss? You alright?" Blake approached her and sniffled. Weiss shook her head off and whispered "I could have sworn Dio Brando just handed me a box of pizza."

"Heh. You're just too deeply invested in the story. Earlier this morning, I saw Jonathan Joestar in the library. Trust me, it's normal." the faunus chuckled. "Yeah... I-I think so."

Upon returning and resuming the show. They heard the strum of roundabout as the camera showed a pillar... In the distant jungles of Latin America, the Pillar Man sleeps tonight.

"W-What the hell is that?" Yang whispered as the credits rolled. "A teaser for Battle Tendency.." Ruby said monotonously. It's time to call it a night, the girls decided they'd eat the pizza tomorrow since the stupid pizza delivery vampire arrived late. Time for bed. As they closed the lights, Weiss could have sworn she heard Ruby cry herself to sleep. She ignored it, but she couldn't help herself and cried too.

Tomorrow arrived.

"W-What the?? You look alot like me!" Jonathan exclaimed as he dropped some books on the way to Ozpin's office. "My dear grandma Erina always told me I'm the splitting image of my late grandfather." the man in question said as he posed.

RWBY was silent in class. They are sad yet relieved that JoJo can finally rest in peace, it hit them really hard since they got too attached. Tonight they will start Battle Tendency, none of them talked about it but they all agreed not to get attached to the characters so it won't hit them hard (RIP Jonathan and William)

The night finally came as Weiss microwaved the pizza. "Let's get this started, yeah!" Yang exclaimed in an attempt to cheer everyone up. Ruby said nothing as she sat on the edge of the couch. Blake flipped the remote and played.

"Hey! Don't get started without me!" Weiss placed the food down at the small table in front of them.

A sunny day in the middle of a desert, a scarred old man wearing a business suit got down from a helicopter. The narrator said that this is a man from Phantom Blood. "ROBERT SPEEDWAGON!" RWBY exclaimed. "Aw man, I wonder how he reacted to JoJo's death. Poor guy." Yang muttered, imagining the extroverted Speedwagon screaming loudly and flailing his arms out after finding out his bestfriend died. "Huh. Judging by that aircraft, it looked like it was atleast 50 years after Phantom Blood. Considering Speedwagon was old here." Blake muttered. Three men arrived as one of them greeted Speedwagon the oil tycoon.

Oil used to be the source of fuel in Remnant until it was replaced by Dust. Weiss concluded that Speedwagon is the equivalent of her father. A rich man. The only difference is Speedwagon is a nice person while Jackass Sch- sorry, I mean Jacques Schnee is a cunt.

"Wait, he looks like that Straizo guy." Ruby said and she wasn't wrong. It was him, Straizo. The narrator rambled how it was 49 years after Jonathan's demise. Straizo succeeded Tonpetti while Speedwagon found oil while wandering the desert screaming.

The aircraft ascended after they boarded it en route to the temple they saw last episode. "Now we find out what's up with that man in the pillar." Blake said as she ate a slice. "Mphargham."

"Yang, don't talk while your mouth is full."

"*gulp* Sorry, I meant to say I'm already hooked." she said smiling at her sister.

Speedwagon said how this terror is worse than Dio's attempt at world domination 50 years ago, worrying RWBY. A vampire raised an army of the undead and almost got what he wanted if it weren't for the courageous men who stood up against him, how can something top that?

As Speedwagon and his crew reached Santana's chamber, he shone his light to the pillar as RWBY almost choked on their food. "Another one?!" Yang exclaimed as she saw a stone mask. "No, look closer!" Blake pointed out as the camera panned out, there are multiple masks near the creature sleeping inside.

"Oh my God..." Blake whispered.

"Oh no..." Ruby followed.

"Oh shit." Yang added.

The scene changed, New York, 1938.

"Son of a..!" Weiss cussed, that discovery was more important than this cut to the city. They heard a young man's voice narrating, at the fall of 1938, looking for his next target.

It showed a dark skinned boy. Blake knew well that this kid is up to no good.

"You've gotta be joking! You've never heard of cola?! Well by your accent, I can assume you're a tourist. An English one, correct?" they heard a vendor said as the tourist just nodded. "Well, this is America! You need money to do stuff here, pay up. Gentleman." he demanded money, but as the tourist grabbed a bill from his wallet, Smokey snatched it and ran away.

The vendor told him to go after that little rascal. "Oh come on, how dumb are you, just standing there?!" Yang asked, irritated.

"Uhh, Yang? Zeppeli and JoJo got their cash stolen by Pocco though, so don't be so hard on him." Ruby mumbled.

Smokey ran in to an alley and chuckled. Until he was suddenly grabbed by an obese cop and his retarded partner. "I caught you red handed, you dumb monkey!"

Blake glared at this racist son of a bitch as the rest gasped. The cop just smashed the poor kid with his nightstick. "Wh- Hey! He is just a kid! Come on!" Weiss yelled. "Yeah! For all we know, he could only be doing that to survive! This is police brutality!" Ruby protested. Blake smiled at her teammates, they accepted her even though she's a faunus, one time, she wondered if they only made an exception for her, but now, she knows full well that they hate discrimination and she loved them for that.

The cop threatened to sentence him 20 years behind bars, Smokey protested that it was just a wallet. The cops then reconsidered and asked Smokey to give them 20 bucks along with half of what he steal every week. "What a fucking scum bag! If JoJo was here, he'd fight for him!" Yang said, remembering the gentleman's nature to stand up for the weak.

But then, his descendant answered the call. "Hey, excuse me." they heard a voice.

"Oh. It's the dumbass that got robbed. We're keeping your wallet as evidence."

They finally get to see him wearing a jacket. 6'5 feet tall and heavily built. "This is a Joestar alright." Blake snarked. So far, the Joestars shown were larger than life. George, Jonathan, this guy for sure.

"How should I put this... The wallet was a gift from me." everyone gasped. The team immediately remembered George I covering up for Dario the drunken idiot.

"He looked exactly like Jonathan! With brown hair!" Weiss exclaimed as the tourist removed his cap to scratch his messy unkempt hair.

"The second JoJo! The one that wore that stripperific crop top! What was his name again..?" Yang pondered.

The cops didn't buy the Brit's word but he persisted that the black kid was his friend. The cops asked him to say his name then. The cop smeared a booger to his cheek as he failed to answer. "Eww! What a pig!" Ruby exclaimed as her teammates' faces scrunched up in disgust.

"I'm curious, why did you do that? What's the purpose? What will you gain?" he asked the cop calmly.

"OH COME ON, JOSHUA JOESTAR, JUST PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!" Yang screamed, irritated at this bonehead Brit. "Joshua..?" Blake asked. Yang totally remembered wrong.

The cop yelled and replied that it's what he do while still having his finger inside one of his nostrils. And Joseph, as if he heard the blonde brawler's command, punched him in the face hard.

"THEN HERE'S WHAT I'D DO, FILTHY WARTHOG!" the 195 cm man screamed in anger as the cop got toally wrecked.

"HELL YEAH!" Yang exclaimed as the rest of her team whispered "Finally."

The fat bastard fell on the ground writhing in pain as his partner aimed his gun at Joseph, claiming that he is resisting arrest, the Joestar spat on the side.

Enter, Joseph Joestar.