Noppo travels back in time to that nanoscond right after he threw the first punch at Big Bro's face, and hits him again before Big Bro has time to throw his own punch. Then he travels back in time to the nanosecond after that, and so on....
Let's be honest: Big Bro cares much more about being cute than about winning. All Noppo needs to is offer up a free make-over and access to the Ghost Hotel's extensive collection of wigs, and Big Bro would forfeit in a heart beat.
Big Bro wants nothing to do with your testosterone fuelled death match when he could be glamming up for his own fashion show.
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The obvious and most simple answer to Noppo's work schedule is that he can't work anywhere else. This is obviously an emaciated unhealthy individual who doesn't possess transverable life skills beyond an creepy appearance that can be further enhanced by make up. He has exploited all his life by Dio in this way. Forced to man the counter at a hotel where no sunlight reaches him and even if he sneaks some bedtime in one of the rooms he'll have an intensily uncomfortable time.
The obvious and most simple answer to Noppo's work schedule is that he can't work anywhere else. This is obviously an emaciated unhealthy individual who doesn't possess transverable life skills beyond an creepy appearance that can be further enhanced by make up. He has exploited all his life by Dio in this way. Forced to man the counter at a hotel where no sunlight reaches him and even if he sneaks some bedtime in one of the rooms he'll have an intensily uncomfortable time.
No transferable life skills? Have you ever tried to run a hotel? Noppo's dealt with everything from drunk and unruly guests to thieving employees, all without allowing a single moment of stress to interfere with the charming and unruffled service he provides to his treasured guests.
We all know that wrestling is a scripted wink wink nudge nudge sport, where the winner is determined less by fighting ability and more by their ability to spin a convincing back story. That's why Big Bro rocks at the sport; nobody can deny his charisma and natural showmanship... but a martial artist he isn't.
Our hotelier on the other hand figured out how to travel through time via the power of dance -- not to draw attention to himself, no, nor for fame and fortune -- but simply so he could provide the best possible service for his guests. Anticipating needs is this guy's middle name.
A trip to North Corel is barely a hardship for him, whereas Big Bro will be exhausted from the long journey.
Noppo doesn't work at the most prestigious hotel in the most exciting place in the world because he has to. He does it because he is, quite simply, the best.
And he'll swiftly kick Big Bro's arse to the curb, just so he can get back to his beloved hotel.
And then they all pull guns.Grab him! Kick the crap out of him!
Yo.
Do y’all hear that?
I hear a beat dropping.
Uh, yeah, what
Y’all try to play like Noppo/Pete’s got all the power
But Biggy Bro’s got it, he beats folks by the hour
Pete’s skinny arms and legs be snappin’ up like twiggies
You better turn away, this ain’t safe for the kiddies!
Training like everyday, Big Bro’s got all the muscle
He’s focused in on winnin, all he know is ‘hustle’
Ya boy Pete don’t stand a chance
his defeat will be quick
He’ll try the time warp dance
but by then he’ll be RIP
Yo judges, can’t you see? Big Bro’s got rights to hella boast.
Cuz when he’s done with Pete, Noppo will be a real ghost.