It was an ordinary day in the bustling town of Sunnyvale, but in the darkest reaches of Golfland USA, some hearts beat only for the fight. Blakuma had spent the whole night building his iphone app, but felt something disturbing his work, something distracting his focus. "I must go now," Blakuma announced to his wife. "But where will you be?" she asked with concern. "I have some unfinished business," he assured her. Blakuma kicked right through the doors of SVGL, instantly killing the initial d players. As he walked over to get credits, he could feel his Gouki sense growing stronger, stronger than it had ever been. When he walked to the 3rd Strike cabinet, there was none other than Match, ultimate japan demon waiting for him. "I have traveled a very long way and gone to great lengths to find you Blakuma. I am here to claim the title of Top #1 akuma from you, and bring it back to the damn fine country of japan. When I'm done with you, you will barely be able to demon flip!" Blakuma was taken aback by the crude challenge presented by the foreigner. "NOW MATCH, YOU KNOW I'M THE BEST AKUMA WITH MY COMBOS," proclaimed Blakuma. "I will defeat you just as surely as I did the 3 hit red fireball and then nuki tried to super me and I canceled into demon." As they both tried to pick secret color akuma first, Blakuma decided such an ass beating was not worthy of mere mortals such as match. He moved the cursor to hugo and selected black hugo. The match began and blakuma flexed his claps. The pressure proved to be too much for match as he succumbed to a devastating blockstring of 3 ex claps in a row. "HU-DIESEL!" exclaimed blakuma. Match was visibly shaken by the earth moving power of blakuma's Hu-Diesel Gas Claps. As match cowered in the corner, blakuma unleashed a surprise crouching roundhouse(hugo's most damaging overhead), killing him in complete shame. Just then the sound of large screeching escalade tires permeated the sound barrier. The bass shook the very ground of golfland, bringing into question the legitimacy of many golf games. The back door of golfland exploded with gunfire. It was G-Unit! 50-Cent approached the cabinet with young buck and the game and M.O.P. "Blakuma! I'm here to take the title of greatest akuma from you... Or die tryin." As the match began, 50-Cent was overwhelmed by the style and consistency of Blakuma's demon flip dive kicks. "He IS DEFINITELY the 3rd best akuma after myself and Jiro," thought fitty. Blakuma's third consecutive demon flip dive kick made contact, and he followed up with a killing 6 hit combo. He threw the 3 hit fireball and canceled it right into demon. This setup is very impossible to escape because you can't cause if you parry you will get demoned and if you block you will get chip damaged and die. Blakuma watched akuma charge forward with the red fireball and admired his work. "Hate it or love the underdog is on top," thought blakuma. But soft, what light, through yonder window breaks? 50-Cent woke up with a KKZ! "G-G-G-G-UNITTT!" yelled 50-cent, disturbing all the golfers who weren't shot. Blakuma looked at the screen in horror. The final round was upon the two warriors. Blakuma unleashed a devastating offense of demon flips and tatsumakis with the occasional air fireball. As 50-cent ran into strike after strike, he thought about what life would be like if he were still just pushing bricks. Blakuma let loose a 3 hit fireball canceled into super 1. As 50-cent tried to get a teleport out, his whole life flashed before his eyes. "I been shot nine times," said fitty, defeated. Blakuma raised his fist in victory and struck down on the 3s cabinet, kkzing the surrounding area. As pieces of burning guilty gear movelist littered the ground around him he felt himself ascending, to shin blakuma. A hefty promotion with a lot of new responsibility. Blakuma left the golfland, sensing that all threats to the crown were extinguished.
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