After a few days of major heart break and disappointment, along with drug abuse and overall pitiful attempts to bring himself happiness without the pink succubus. Mister Berial Spike Joestar decided that it was time to host a competitive competition which would bring him mild amusement hopefully brightening up the once proud ruler feared lycan beast. With that being said the beast set out from his usual tiring tasks of demeaning and demoralizing canine like behavior he left his home for the first time in a while aside from his usual drug trades, and the prostitution ring, he when to the most unique arena located in modern day California.
"I guess this will put a smile on my face seeing a couple of knuckle heads beat themselves senseless.. Hmm I must give a proper reward for the 'winner' although.. In the end the only one who is going to win here is me.. hehe"
In his sick twisted mind he thought about what he would do to this winner, sure he'd be given fame, fortunate beyond his wildest dreams. But like everything else in this world every good thing came at a price. He had something planned for this occasion something far more sinister then a simple sports game. Oh how those fools would see, what genius he was at lease that is what he thought about while he posted fliers up on the sides of buildings, in schools, and even in physical fitness areas.. However news of his fabled Martial Arts Tournament did not stop with simple posters and bill boards. No there were ads even in new articles and television commercials.
Soon the word got out every where and the buzz was on fighters from all over the world, no universe were signing up left and right to gain what they thought to be fabulous treasures and glory behind their wildest dreams. Who could ever image what Mister Joestar was really planning or what they were truly getting into..