Poganin
Heartbreak One
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"Shit!" Craig Galloway mouthed the curse and forced himself not to smash his fists against the console or the screen. He had just been defeated four times in a row in a game that he had been the unquestioned master of in the local arcade. They had even started calling him the King because no one could actually defeat him no matter the handicap he agreed to and now he was having his ass professionally owned and handed to him. What was even worse was that he had no idea whom he was losing to a hardcore gamer from this arcade who had practiced a lot or just a newbie with a lot of luck -- his opponent was sitting on the other side of the console.
A considerable crowd gathered during the match, some cheering, some marvelling that he was losing and some offering him their condolences with relieved, false smiles. Today was the last day they would call him the King. At least each time he managed to win at least one round, but just barely. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bandana tied around his wrist and put his last token into the slot. It was now or never, if he managed to win this time he would regain some of the lost face but if he lost, he decided that he would never come to this arcade again in his life and switch his interests to gardening. Pushing his glasses up his nose with the stiff middle finger of his right hand he chose Helena and waited for his oponent to choose their fighter -- Tina once again... Craig cursed and tried to relax.
At first it was going smooth, almost too smooth. He managed to evade the first string of his opponent's punches and took advantage of the delay to input his devastating 13-hit combo which shaved some 60% of Tina's health off. He almost cried in joy when every hit connected. From then it all went downhill... Just as Tina was getting up he guessed she would use a low sweep kick and countered with a reversal... only it wasn't a low sweep kick but a low multipart throw that ended up pushing his Helena from the arena to the stage below and taking off even more health. He decided to play defensively and blocked the first combo... just to get a stun when there was a sucker punch follow-up... and another combo that ended the round with his defeat.
Craing rubbed the sweat from his palm on his thighs and snapped his fingers, trying to make them more flexible. The second round was even shorter than the first. Initially he blocked and evaded but then was caught in one multipart after another and finished off with a dropkick that sent him flying, ending the final round in a flawless victory for his opponent.
Sighing he got up from the console, trying not to look at the sneering audience and rounded the machine to see whom he was playing against. The box covered the face but as he cranked his neck to see better his jaw dropped in astonishment. In the second seat there was a girl. He lost his voice in disbelief.
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This story is open for the moment. I need one writer to take on the role of the chick that whooped Craig's ass somewhat fierce. Please PM me if interested.
A considerable crowd gathered during the match, some cheering, some marvelling that he was losing and some offering him their condolences with relieved, false smiles. Today was the last day they would call him the King. At least each time he managed to win at least one round, but just barely. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bandana tied around his wrist and put his last token into the slot. It was now or never, if he managed to win this time he would regain some of the lost face but if he lost, he decided that he would never come to this arcade again in his life and switch his interests to gardening. Pushing his glasses up his nose with the stiff middle finger of his right hand he chose Helena and waited for his oponent to choose their fighter -- Tina once again... Craig cursed and tried to relax.
At first it was going smooth, almost too smooth. He managed to evade the first string of his opponent's punches and took advantage of the delay to input his devastating 13-hit combo which shaved some 60% of Tina's health off. He almost cried in joy when every hit connected. From then it all went downhill... Just as Tina was getting up he guessed she would use a low sweep kick and countered with a reversal... only it wasn't a low sweep kick but a low multipart throw that ended up pushing his Helena from the arena to the stage below and taking off even more health. He decided to play defensively and blocked the first combo... just to get a stun when there was a sucker punch follow-up... and another combo that ended the round with his defeat.
Craing rubbed the sweat from his palm on his thighs and snapped his fingers, trying to make them more flexible. The second round was even shorter than the first. Initially he blocked and evaded but then was caught in one multipart after another and finished off with a dropkick that sent him flying, ending the final round in a flawless victory for his opponent.
Sighing he got up from the console, trying not to look at the sneering audience and rounded the machine to see whom he was playing against. The box covered the face but as he cranked his neck to see better his jaw dropped in astonishment. In the second seat there was a girl. He lost his voice in disbelief.
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This story is open for the moment. I need one writer to take on the role of the chick that whooped Craig's ass somewhat fierce. Please PM me if interested.
