I can’t believe this. I never thought there is a second person who has lived through the need to learn Tekken.
Story time! Back in ‘16, I used to work in a coworking space. Every Friday night there was a “retro” tournament, where one of the guys that works for the coworking space popped an old PS2, put on Tekken 3, and we would have a serious AF tournament with bets, prizes and the coveted Slack title “Undisputed Tekken 3 champion”. Fuck did I want that flair bad. The current holder was this really weasly looking guy, who was sorta creepy. Gave shoulder rubs to all his female coworkers kinda type, y’know?
I had to beat him.
Sadly, I was pretty trash. Outside of doing a few basic moves with Brian, there was nothing I could do. Forshadowing, for everyone that knows how to play Tekken 3, later I realised he was an Eddy cheeser button masher. He whooped my ass, I couldn’t come near him at all.
First thing I did when I got home was to check ebay’s listings for a PS2 and Tekken 3. I decided on a main, Paul Phoenix, and picked Xiaoyu as well. I played for hours upon hours, days, weeks. I watched videos of the best tekken players to figure out the timing of juggle combos. I invested a stupid amount of time to really improve my Tekken skills. Not a pro-level for sure, but the more I played and watched videos, the more I realised that this guy sucks, and he’s just a cheeser.
I still participated in the weekly tournaments playing Brian, weakly like, to not reveal my true self until I was ready.
One day, I felt it’s time. We did a best of 3. I destroyed him, and then the announcer on the tv screen said “Perfect”. Literally no one cared, but my heart was beating like CRAZY. The flair was mine.
I can’t believe this. I never thought there is a second person who has lived through the need to learn Tekken.
Story time! Back in ‘16, I used to work in a coworking space. Every Friday night there was a “retro” tournament, where one of the guys that works for the coworking space popped an old PS2, put on Tekken 3, and we would have a serious AF tournament with bets, prizes and the coveted Slack title “Undisputed Tekken 3 champion”. Fuck did I want that flair bad. The current holder was this really weasly looking guy, who was sorta creepy. Gave shoulder rubs to all his female coworkers kinda type, y’know?
I had to beat him.
Sadly, I was pretty trash. Outside of doing a few basic moves with Brian, there was nothing I could do. Forshadowing, for everyone that knows how to play Tekken 3, later I realised he was an Eddy cheeser button masher. He whooped my ass, I couldn’t come near him at all.
First thing I did when I got home was to check ebay’s listings for a PS2 and Tekken 3. I decided on a main, Paul Phoenix, and picked Xiaoyu as well. I played for hours upon hours, days, weeks. I watched videos of the best tekken players to figure out the timing of juggle combos. I invested a stupid amount of time to really improve my Tekken skills. Not a pro-level for sure, but the more I played and watched videos, the more I realised that this guy sucks, and he’s just a cheeser.
I still participated in the weekly tournaments playing Brian, weakly like, to not reveal my true self until I was ready.
One day, I felt it’s time. We did a best of 3. I destroyed him, and then the announcer on the tv screen said “Perfect”. Literally no one cared, but my heart was beating like CRAZY. The flair was mine.
I would have been your hype man if I saw that for sure.
Awww <3
Damn. You took the one thing he thought he had going for him.
Congrats though.
Thank you for sharing this story.
This story cured my depression… (for like 10 minutes)
Loved that story