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(AN: not a yaoi fic where Jotaro proposes to Kakyoin)
“You don’t have to do this, Jotaro.”
“I know, Kakyoin. I know.” Jotaro dropped his heavy coat onto a table and pulled his shirt off. “I’m doing this because I want to.”
“It’s not a sensible way to make money, Jotaro! You could get hurt!”
“I’m going out there, Kakyoin.” Jotaro sat down on a stool. “Now help me out.”
Kakyoin stared at Jotaro. Sighing, he stuck his hands into a bucket of oil and began rubbing Jotaro’s shirtless chest.
“Faster, if you don’t mind.”
Kakyoin sighed again and rubbed down Jotaro’s back and arms as Jotaro removed his hat. Kakyoin washed his hands and held them out. “Take good care of my baby.” said Jotaro as he daintily placed the hat in Kakyoin’s hands. “It’s served me well.” he said as he turned to a table. He put a heavy set of shoulder pads on, then put a red scarf on over than.
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” Kakyoin nodded. Jotaro then removed his pants and put on two sets of yoga pants and then heavy boots that went up to his knees, then put studded leather gloves on. (AN- he’s dressing up as Star Platinum). He held his fist out to Kakyoin, who then bumped it. Jotaro then took a heavy leather belt in his hands and a gold circlet. He then left the room.
Jotaro waited in a dark hallway as he strapped on the heavy belt. Suddenly, from the other end of the hall a single light went on and a guitar riff blasted over loudspeakers. Jotaro started running. As the second riff blasted out Jotaro leapt out of the tunnel just as a spotlight shined on the empty space now occupied by Jotaro (AN: the song playing is this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dvqk4u_8r9M). Jotaro stared out at the crowd clamoring in all of the seats. Jotaro then planted his feet on the floor, spread his arms wide and then put his circlet on his head as the drums and vocals came in. The crowd went nuts as Jotaro began running, eyes locked to his target:
The Wrestling Ring.
Jotaro dived under the ropes, rolling into the center as the chorus came in. He put his hands up, turning on the spot as several spotlights shone on his stern face. Pyrotechnics at each corner of the ring went off, flying up into the sky as Jotaro held his fist up to the air, posing for the crowd. He put both of his hands into the air, enjoying the vocals as he bowed to the crowd, turned 180 degrees, then bowed again. He strutted to the corner of the ring left of where he exited the tunnel as the song came to an end (AN- 1:15 on the video) and sat down on a stool already there.
“YEAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!” shouted one of the announcers. “STAR PLATINUM’S BUSTING INTO THE RING, READY TO KICK SOME ASS!!”
“Whoo!” said the other announcer. “My friend Speedwagon seems to be getting more excited than I am, but then again, I haven’t seen who he’s fighting yet!”
“Right you are, Joseph, and I do!” said the first announcer Speedwagon. “This morning I received a letter from a certain “GG”, and all the letter said was “I’m going to get you back for killing my dad!””
“Platinum’s receiving death threats?!” shouted Joseph into the microphone. “That’s crazy!” movement down below as someone passed Jotaro a microphone as Joseph shouted “Platinum! How do you feel about the threats issued to you?!”
Jotaro held the microphone to his face for a full ten seconds before speaking. “Whoever this is, I’m going to kick his ass, and I hope he knows how much it’s going to be kicked.” Jotaro’s next sentence was interrupted as the opposite side of the arena lit up as music began blasting. (AN- this song: youtube.com/watch?v=q0qI62olmuQ). Someone in a robe came out of the other side of the arena.
“I’m here to take my revenge on you!!” the robed man shouted. And with that, he let his robe fall to the floor as he began walking. He was a man in green goggles with wings on the side, a golden jumpsuit with a ladybug on the belt, and three coronets and a ponytail in his spiky blond hair.
“Is that…” pondered Joseph.
“It couldn’t be! He’s dead!!” Speedwagon yelled into his mike.
“But- the letter!”
“HE’S DIO’S SON! HE’S DIO’S SON BACK FOR REVENGE ON JOTARO FOR KILLING HIS DAD!!” Speedwagon hollered, rising out of his chair slightly.
“JOTARO! HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS TURN OF EVENTS?!” Joseph yelled even louder.
“I’m still gonna kick your ass!” Jotaro said into his mike as the crowd went nuts. “I hope you’re better than your dad!”
“What’s your name, kid?” asked the ref as Dio’s son reached ringside.
“Gold Experience.” Gold Experience said into the mike in the Ref’s hand. “And I’m here to take vengeance on Star Platinum.” The ref patted his shoulder and Gold Experience grabbed the top rope and pulled back, letting go and flinging himself into the ring.
Gold Experience took a seat across from Star Platinum. Jotaro winked at Giorno, the man who was dressing as Gold Experience. Jotaro saw Giorno’s eyebrow move, which meant that he probably winked back.
The ref explained the rules that the both of them had heard before. They told him to skip it, and he rolled out of the arena.
“They’re skipping the rules!” Joseph pointed out.
“They must both be feeling pretty ballsy.” Speedwagon followed up with.
Jotaro and Giorno both straightened up. They began walking in a circle around the center, both eyeing each other.
“They’re staring each other down…” Speedwagon started.
“... and it’s about to go down.” finished Joseph.
Giorno suddenly leapt for Jotaro, leading to a “GOLD EXPERIENCE IS GOING FOR STAR PLATINUM!!” from both announcers. Giorno hit Jotaro square in the stomach twice, shouting “MUDA! MUDAAA!” each hit. Jotaro took it well, but still had the wind knocked out of him. Giorno grabbed Jotaro by the waist and neck, carrying him across his shoulders.
“He’s got him in a backbreaker!!!” yelled Joseph. Giorno began bending Jotaro’s back, following up with slamming him into the mat.
“He followed up with a suplex!!” shouted Speedwagon. Giorno then climbed up onto the turnbuckle, crouching. He straightened up and turned to the crowd, raising his arms a bit. The crowd cheered.
He turned back to Jotaro. “Is he going to..?” Speedwagon asked.
“I think he is…” Joseph answered.
Giorno leapt into the air. “HE’S DOING AN ELBOW DROOOOOP!!!!” both announcers shouted. Giorno slammed into Jotaro, his elbow smacking into the mat next to Jotaro’s stomach. But it sure looked real. Giorno got up, grabbing Jotaro around the waist and shoulders again. He then picked up Jotaro, and carried him to the other side of the arena. Giorno strained under Jotaro’s weight.
“Watch yourself. Don’t drop me!” Jotaro hissed.
“I’m trying… you’re gigantic!” Giorno whispered back.
Giorno wound up, planted his feet, and threw Jotaro out of the arena, towards the announcer’s table, prompting a “WHOOOOAAAAAAAA” from both of them.
“He’s DOWN!” Joseph sobbed.
“Is he down?! There’s NO WAY!!” Speedwagon screamed.
The ref started counting. He got to 5. Jotaro breathed deeply.
Jotaro strained to pick himself up.
Jotaro fell back down. 8. Jotaro looked up.
But before the ref could finish saying “9”, Jotaro jumped off the floor, a fearsome look in his eye. He walked to the Announcer’s table.
“Ss… sta… Star Platinum...” Joseph stuttered. “How are you feeling about-”
“Move.” Jotaro said, eyes blazing. Joseph got up, scared.
Jotaro picked up his chair, and brought it ringside. “Gold Experience.”
Gold Experience stopped posing and taunting and turned to Star Platinum.
“I don’t know if you’re evil like your father or good like me.” Jotaro brought his chair up onto the ring, climbing back in after. “So my CHAIR will be the JUDGE!!” Giorno charged him. Jotaro waited for the right second, and when that happened he swung the chair across Giorno’s pretty face, shouting “ORAAA!!!” as he did so.
“....Why don’t you have a seat over there…” Jotaro quipped, tossing the chair onto Giorno’s crumpled body. The crowd cheered louder than ever, holding up signs marked with drawings of Star Platinum, ‘MENACING’, ORAORAORA, or drawings of Dio with X-ed out eyes.
“I’m the BOSS of this TOWN, and NO ONE ever FORGET THAT!!” Star Platinum shouted into an offered microphone, standing on the ropes for extra emphasis.
“Now who’s next?!” Star Platinum said, getting off the ropes.
Suddenly, Holy Diver began blasting out over the stadium. And from Gold Experience’s side, someone in a Egyptian crown, thick armor, and heavy boots and gloves with breathing equipment on his back walked out of the tunnel gate.
“I am.” said the newcomer.
“Well then.” Star Platinum said, raising his arms. “You’d better hurry up!”