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[X]Tsukune vs a little girl with a stick

Jojo will be just fine. Tsukune needs all the help he can get.
 
[X] Tsukune vs a little girl with a stick

As much as I want to see Yukari and Jotaro beat up some wrestlers, I'm voting for this.
 
 
EvaUnit01 said:
I, unfortunately, have the bulk of tomorrow booked.

It's really, really gonna suck.

So your Jotaro Gaiden is probably going to be ready long before Tsukune Route gets posted.

Hopefully it won't be too long of a wait for you guys, though.
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Hey, that's fine.

JoJoMania 2015, then RoA Update, then that Stand User SI thing.

Decent schedule to keep myself busy with
 
All right. So, I made that joking edit to the joke vote, right? And then I imagined how that might happen. And then I started writing and when I was done it was 3 AM and I had written this... thing.
So yeah, here's an omake I wrote while half asleep. And yes, I did put in some invisitext.



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At first, things seemed so simple. Some guy who claimed to be from the Mechanics Club came to their Club room to reclaim his club's motor oil, which the Wrestling Club had pillaged earlier. They mocked him, of course. They had defeated those weaklings and claimed the Oil as their Spoils of Conquest. Did he really think they would just hand it over just because he asked? That he could intimidate them into handing over the precious oil they would use to anoint themselves before wrestling? Did The fool truly believe he could take on all of them at the same time?

As it turned out, he did. The upstart mechanic answered their taunts with deep intake of breath and a punch that sent one of the junior members of the club flying, followed by a jab that set one of their more experienced wrestlers, who had just oiled himself up for a fight, on fire. The Wrestling Club responded immediately, of course, their best fighters stepping forward to answer to the challenge. For a moment, things seemed stalemated. The young man, who could only be the Mechanic Club's Secret Weapon was fast, strong and cunning, but their own warriors had the advantage of numbers and experience. They knew they would win. Sooner or later the Mechanic would grow tired and they would crush him.

And that was when he appeared. A pencil thin boy, running straight into the ongoing brawl with a maddened grin and wide eyes on his face, followed by a pint-sized witch controlling a number of mops, brooms and buckets who seemed to be doing her best to crush him into a fine paste.
More like a terrified expression on his face. Poor Tsukune had no idea Youkai Academy had so many janitor's closets.
The boy was as fast as he was devious, dodging every mop and bucket the Witch sent his way, always making them strike an unsuspecting wrestler, distracting them long enough for the Mechanic Club's Champion to strike them down. It became even worse when the wrestlers tried to hit him. He mocked them by pretending to dodge all their strikes by accident, only to lead them into trap after trap, making even the strongest monsters in the Wrestling Club into fools. time after time he pretended to fall on his ass, only just dodging a Lariat and using his assailant's momentum to make them collide headfirst with a charging bucket.

He would always pretend to lose his balance and trip just in time for a broom to pass where his head was and hit the back of another wrestler's own head. And he never stopped mocking them and the miniature typhoon the was the Witch, telling her to stop already, that she shouldn't be doing something so dangerous, that he was so, so sorry whenever an attack meant for him hit another member of the Club. The boy could only be a shade or Trickster Demon hellbent on humiliating them, his wide, crazy eyes betraying his true nature. 'That's it!' thought Tsukune. 'I'm never going anywhere without Moka or Kurumu ever again!'

Meanwhile, the black clad Mechanic continued to crush anyone who came within reach of his punches with absurd ease, while his body glowed with a faint aura of golden light. And worse, the young man didn't seem tired at all. If anything, his breathing was even more calm and controlled even as he took on three wrestlers at once and won. The President of their club himself stepped up to fight him, but he couldn't even begin his transformation into his true form, that of an enormous red Oni, before glowing Mechanic punched him right in the gut and sent him flying backwards.

In that moment, the wrestlers allowed themselves to be hopeful. The fool had sent their President flying right to where that crazy boy was, surrounded by so many brooms and buckets he had no chance of dodging! Their President would crush him in his flight, and then he would get up and he and his fellow wrestlers would defeat both the Witch and the Mechanic!

Alas, their hopes were shattered. The moment he saw the Oni flying in his direction, he smiled with maddened glee and opened his arms wide. The Demon closed his eyes around the waist of their President and twisted his body backwards. Using his momentum and his no doubt tremendous strength, the boy used their President's body as a shield, the cleaning implements striking the Oni's body with such strength that they shattered, followed by driving him up to his chest into the ground with a perfect German Suplex.

In that moment, after seeing the unconscious body of their President and strongest fighter and the sublime teamwork that led to his and their Club's downfall, the few members of the Wrestling Club that remained conscious finally understood. They were played for fools the moment the young man claiming entered their Club room. The entire beginning of the fight, the whole brawl afterwards, everything was just a show to humiliate them. Their defeat had been carefully planned by a mastermind so vile and devious that none of them could have seen it coming until the very end. Thus they stood, petrified by the sight of the Mechanic nonchalantly picking up the cans of Motor Oil and the Witch who watched them with cold eyes, daring them to try something. More like astonished and disbelieving, really.

After a moment, they heard a cruel giggle coming from where their leader had fallen. There, still seated beside him was the Demonic youth. he was looking around the destruction he had wrought with an amused grin and repressing a bout of laughter. When his gaze fell upon them, the wrestlers couldn't help but flinch in fear. That it seemed, was the final straw for the Demon. he began laughing at them, a terrifying cackle that chilled them to their very souls. As one, the remaining wrestlers ran away from the room, unwilling to stay near those monsters among monsters, the maddening laughter following and taunting them along the way. 'AHAHAHAHAHA Nope, nope, no way this didn't just happen, FUCK this!'

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Yeah, you can see I had no idea how I wanted this to go other than "Tsukune accidentally Suplexes someone" and "the idiots think everything was Just As Planned", and then it went out of control like everything I write.
 
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