I work at a game studio, so it’s not rare that we’ll play games during the day. SSF4 was a constant during lunch for months with my coworkers. We have a few offices and we just were starting up a new one. The best SF player in the company was going to the new office, so I decided I’d move to help get that new office off the ground… and also to play against him far more often, I won’t lie (just don’t tell my wife!)
He simply is not used to losing when playing face-to-face, but he’s never really gone out to tourneys or anything. He’s a decent mid-level Rufus player. He hates fighting Vega with a passion, but we play anyways. When he’s playing against anyone else, he’s clearly enjoying himself and holding back, but gets dead serious playing against me. I usually win against him… say… 7-3 out of ten games.
Things were going as normal this one day… I’d win two or three, he’d pull out a win here and there. He was near the corner and I started rolling his way and canceled from the roll into a super jumping to the wall directly over his head pretty much at the start of the 3rd round and landed it. The round wasn’t even close to done, but it pissed him off so much that he punted our Rock Band stool about 30 feet away and nearly into a wall, then left without saying a word.
Hard not to grin after that.