Stang's stone-faced doubt of their existence caused me to light a fire under hunting these down and getting them up. Having said that, please take the following rules into consideration:
- No making fun of my dumb hair.
- Ditto for how skinny I am.
- Whiffed ultras are for dramatic effect, bro.
- I totally got scraped by that Abel player on purpose.
- I stole the sway in the second video from Juicebox Abel.
These are still uploading, so I'll add a couple more soon. The crowd at the main casual station (three times the size of the tournament room crowd) was making me sweat through my shirt and miss all types of shit that I thought I had on lockdown back home and generally spaz out from time to time. Landing some gimmick on a guy and then hearing people behind you whisper about it is bad fucking ass, though.
Next up is me versus a shitty Honda who, again, almost beats me because I am nervous like a little girlie-man. My thought process in action: "He probably has a charge for that jab headbutt, maybe I shouldn't jump in... fuck it."
And now for the unfortunate finale. It's kind of ironic that the match I knew the least in the game turned out to be Abel. The footage of this loss is what lead me to develop my current anti-Abel strategy: get my shit off first. Abel has a hell of a time getting out of his own mixups and trickery, especially if you have no idea how, like myself. This guy was pretty clearly 1-2 months ahead of me, and I ended up drinking/talking Abel with him at the gameworks later that night; definitely a stand-up dude. Also, watch out for the hilarious wheel kick slam somewhere in there.
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