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Tom Brady

I don't remember exactly when this was, but I was still living in Atlanta at the time. it was sometime after I had gotten back from TiT2 beating everybody up and stuffing them into garbage cans. I remember I was on my way over the Tekken crib at the time, which was hosted by the almighty Bane. Bane's place was the place to be not only just for the Tekken , but just for the good times and good people. All kinds of wild stuff went on there, but i might have to keep it between me and the people who were there.

The first time I met the legend himself, Tom Brady was at Banes. I think Bill was just bored driving around the U.S. in his Trans Am and decided to head to Atlanta because he heard there were some quality gamers there. At the time he didn't really play Tekken, he was still the MK Legend. We popped in MK4 on the N64 and bs'ed around for awhile. I know a lot of ya'll played Smash for years on the n64, but I have to say that n64 controllers might be the worst thing ever invented in modern times. Ya'll must have REALLY loved Smash (and apparently, Smash players really love children too).

Bill was a cool cat to kick it with. He didn't stick around too long as his journey across the galaxy needed to continue. We would end up meeting again a few years later on the release of Tekken 4 in the arcades. I was heading up the east coast to compete in a tournament at University Pinball in Philly. To return the favor of hospitality I showed him, he housed me along with Fetz(old school Soul Calibur legend) and a few other players. Bill had a pretty rocking training set up. In his backyard, he had pretty big shed and it was loaded with coin operated fighting games. It was pretty snazzed up too. It had some lighting, carpeted floor, and even had air conditioning installed. A fancy new Tekken 4 machine was one of the coin-op fighters he had in there. It was pretty damn badass.

I don't remember if anybody got any sleep due to the hours of Tekken 4 and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles marathons that were going on up in there. There might have even been some money lost on NFL Blitz betting. We eventually had to part ways with gaming heaven and head up to Philly and beat some faces in. Me and Fetz ended up taking first and second place due to the massive advantage we had before the tournament. Several days of free access to a T4 machine went a long way back then. It wasn't on console at the time, and the only competitions were on arcade cabinets.

I parted ways with Bill not too long after the tournament to head back to Atlanta, GA. But not to worry, there were many more Tom Brady stories to come over the years. Some more of them will eventually be shared here. Most of them taking place at the House of Goons after I moved to Texas. Oh and Eddy Pistons was there too.........


The House of Goons - Dimeback

The House of Goons was THE place to be for fighting games in Texas. It was the place to come chill, the place to come level up and the place to meet players from all over the world. Anybody you can think of that was a well known figure in the FGC, they have likely been to the HoG.

You probably already heard this on Aris' stream, but I figured I would re-tell it from my point of view. This took place during the time when MLG was trying to slime their way into FGC tournaments I don't remember if this was a Tekken 6 MLG even of a TTT2 event, but it's not really that important. Anywho, I will first preface this by saying that Korean showers are not the same as the showers we have here in the U.S. We have desginated shower areas in the bathroom whether they be a tub or a shower stall, but its a contained area so water does not soak your entire bathroom. Korean showers do not have shower curtains and the entire floor of the bathroom is basically the shower area. So, as you can imagine, water sprays on anything and everything. But it's ok because they are designed that way.

As I mentioned above, American bathrooms are not designed that way and I didn't know that before this incident occurred. So Dimeback, a prominent Korean Tekken player, was staying at the HoG along with JDCR, Saint and Knee. We were housing them for the MLG event over the weekend. Dimeback decided he was going to take a shower in the upstairs bathroom. After about 15 minutes, out comes Dimeback all squeaky clean with a smile on his face. I pass by him going up the stairs, giving him a nod as I pass. I had to take a piss so I was on my way to the bathroom he just finished showering in.

I walked into the bathroom and I found myself damn near wading in an ocean. This man had soaked the entire bathroom from the countertops and walls to floor with the latter being completely flooded. As soon as he got to the bottom of the stairs, I began stomping down the stairs behind him and in my best Scorpion voice, I yelled "You! Come Here!". I was beyond pissed. He turned towards me looking at me like I was going to murder him, and slowly started lurching towards me not knowing what was coming next.

I don't think he understood English at the time, so me pointing at the walls and floor yelling "What the f*ck is this? What the f*ck is that?" probably didn't register with him. It was like he was a dog who had shit the rug and now I was putting his face in it.

I was looking at this like he was just a disrspectful piece of shit who had no regard for his hosts home or belongings. So before I tombstoned him from the second story of the house, JDCR came to his rescue and explained that he was not used to American bathrooms and didn't know he was doing anything wrong. JDCR diffused the situation and we came to an understanding. Everything was cool. After the incident was over, I came down the stairs and everybody including Aris was looking at me like "Is it still safe to be here?" I guess I can be scary when I'm angry.


Cyberstation - Damian and Arario

The first Tekken Tag Tournament hit the arcades in 1999. The first arcade closest to me to get it was Namco Cyberstation about 20 miles south of me. So I piled into the '79 Trans Am I had gotten as a high school graduation present and sped down to the Galleria Mall in Atlanta to check out the new hotness. When I walked into the arcade, I saw the shiny new and glorious TTT machine. I was prepared to make love to this thing. It had a 50 inch projection monitor, a surround sound audio system, and a gigantic panel for the joysticks and buttons. The player 1 and player 2 play areas were so spread apart, it felt like you were on your own little island when playing. I knew this arcade was going to be my new stomping grounds.

I went and cashed in a few bucks to get some Namco tokens and try out the local competition. There was a HUGE crowd around it so I killed some time watching a young fellow play Time Crisis 2. No, just saying he was "playing" Time Crisis 2 is doing him a disservice. This man was DOMINATING Time Crisis 2. I had never seen anybody play a rail shooter like that. He was pin point accurate with his shots, knew exactly how many shots each enemy took to defeat, and transitioning from target to target was lightning fast. It was almost like I was watching a professional shooter. After I picked my lower jaw off of the floor, I looked over at the TTT machine and it was my turn. So I grabbed my token from the machine and I was ready to do some fightin'.

Boy was I disappointed. This entire group of guys hanging around playing were some of the most soggy corn flake bitches I had ever played against in a video game. They had these unwritten rules they all played by and it was mind blowing. They considered it cheap and unfair if you launched somebody, and followed up for a combo. You weren't allowed to attack somebody while they were grounded, AND you were not allowed to attack them low. I had never heard of anything like this before in my days of arcade competition and I was ready to vomit all over the floor.

Of course I ignored these ridiculous rules. I played to win and used every tool at my disposal to do it. I beat the living hell out of their ankles so bad they needed lotion. I would beat them entire rounds just by keeping them grounded. They didnt take kindly to this and a couple of them were so pissed off, they were ready to take me outside of the arcade and beat me down for being a cheating bitch. A police officer was stationed outside of the arcade, so they calmed down real quick but also said if they see me in here again, there would be bad business.

They took their lame asses home and I was left on the machine by myself for a bit since nobody wanted to play against me because "omg he throws". Minutes later, the Time Crisis 2 machine exploded and out of the fiery rubble emerged the rail gun Jesus I was watching before. (It didnt really explode, but it may as well have). He casually walked up and popped his tokens in and hit the start button. I didn't really know what to expect from him, but I was thinking that anybody who put the time into mastering any game would carry that mindset over to fighting games as well. I was not wrong. I was having a blast playing against this guy. He was substantially better at Tekken than anybody from Aladdin's Castle (besides Art the Killer) and we were rumbling for quite some time before he had to go. He introduced himself as Damian before he disappeared from the arcade, and he would later become one of the more prominent members of the Atlanta Tekken crew.

After Damian headed out for the evening, I found myself playing single player for a bit, just getting used to the sticks and practicing execution for various moves and combos. About 30 minutes later, a small Korean boy came in and stood behind watching me for a couple of minutes. He might have been 12 or 13 at the time. I figured he might be new to arcades or might wanna just try this game out because it looked cool or some shit. He popped his tokens in, he picked Jin and Heihachi(the team I was playing at the time) and we proceeded into the fight. He didn't move around much, nor did he press many buttons. I always had the mentality of a blood thirsty savage when I played fighting games and I never took it easy on anybody, I don't care if you were missing limbs. I came at him full force and he intercepted me with a well placed flash punch combo to the grill. Hmm, ok lucky hit. He continued to stand across the screen, not doing much so I came at him again this time with a hell sweep from Jin. To my absolute surprise, he blocked it and punished it, not with a WS2, but by standing up and doing an EWGF. My eyes popped out of my head so hard that I knocked somebody unconsious on the other side of the arcade. Who in the blue hell was this child and what has he been eating? He only had time for one game a his parents were in a hurry to get out of there, so after soundly pounding me into the pavement one time, he was gone. I think I had found my new nemesis.


Art the Killer Final

After losing to Art the Killer again, I was feeling pretty down on myself. My invincible neighborhood champ aura was shattered, but after I got over feeling sorry for myself, my determination returned. But the thing about The Killer, is no matter how hard I tried, or how much I improved, I was never able to get the best of him.

I got to a point where I was able to beat him maybe 3 games out of 10, but that was the absolute best I could ever manage against him. It was infuriating and frustrating beyond all hell, but I couldn't really feel anything but pure respect after awhile. I just kind of accepted the fact that this russian destroyer was something I just couldn't overcome. I guess it was alright knowing that if anybody ever walked into that arcade, I was going to mash their head in as long as it wasn't Art. And thats exactly how things went down.

Art never made it out of state with us when me and the Atlanta crew started traveling. I don't remember why, but there was a stretch where we didn't see eachother so I could never let him know that we were going to travel the states and crush everybody in our path. I believe that if Art traveled with us to those TTT majors, the complexion of the compeititve scene would have been much different than it turned out to be.


Art the Killer cont.

I was one of those kids who beat up all his friends in fighting games. I was the "neighborhood champ" who didn't have any experience playing against anybody but his brother and Billy up the street. Inside my little bubble, I was a god who could beat anybody in the Milky Way Galaxy, so getting my head mashed in was something that never crossed my mind.

But let's be serious here. Where did I get off thinking I could beat people with Jin, when my combo was the SLOWEST executed WGF, then Demon Slayer (1,2,2) follow up combo? I also thought Demon Spin (u/f,4,4) was a good ass move. I deserved to lose, and f*ck it, I probably deserved to get jumped too. Against somebody like Art, who actually studied the game, I had snowball's chance in hell.

Art worked as a kiosk in the mall. For awhile, when I saw him at the arcade, I would dodge him like a little bitch and wait for him to head back to the kiosk before I started playing. I would try and emulate some of the shit he blew my backside out with, and for a couple of weeks, I would continue this. I was beating up the locals harder than I ever had, and I felt like I was Prince Adam who picked up the Sword of Power and shouted to the heavens. I was going to beat Art with his own shit. I was ready.

I got my ass beat harder than a kid who got all F's on his report card.

What you thought this story was gonna end with me getting the W? I got f*cked up.......again.



Anything that is worth competing in will have Rivalries. Rivalries are what keep competition going strong. The foundation of what made Atlanta Tekken "the mecca" back in the late 90's and early 2000's were.....rivalries. But before there was Atlanta vs Texas, JOP vs Eddy Pistons, JOP vs Tomhilfiger or JOP vs Ryan Hart, there was Eric Akins vs Art the Killer.

Art was a russian man, the dark and mysterious type with long dark hair. He might have been Johnny Depp in another life.

This was a time in my life where I was considering stepping out of the 2D realm of Street Fighter and Mortal Kombat and giving 3D fighters the ol' college try. Me and my brother (you might know him as Tekken Tim) got a little tired of beating each other up and it was time to try out the local competition.

It was friday, school was out for the weekend so I headed to the ol' stomping grounds: Namco's Aladdin's Castle at Town Center Mall. I immediately headed towards the Tekken 3 machine where Art was sitting on a 30+ winning streak. As he was effortlessly giving these poor bastards the business, of course I was thinking "just wait til he gets a load of me". I thought I was a hard ass in the game of Tekken 3

After going several against Art, my ass was anything but hard. It had been pounded to a soft, lumpy bright red mangled mess from that Russian long stroking. My mom had just finished shopping and walked in right at the end of this vicious beating I received. She could see I was visibly upset. As she looked around the arcade to see what would be the source of my misery, there was Art looking at her like Ivan Drago looked at Rocky after he killed Apollo Creed. This was my first real taste of defeat in a fighter and I wasn't about take a pounding like that without also dishing one out.

I vowed I would take this Russian Superman down