MWC Results/Thoughts

So while these people in the Deviantart.com chat are taking forever to answer my questions on a camera, I'll go ahead and update my blog really quick. BTW, this picture that see over here, On the left is Wolfkrone, the top player in Michigan. He placed 4th at MWC this weekend. On the right? That's Alex Valle, who took first in the SSF4 Singles tournament. That's them fighting in teams, with a bit of editing on my part, of course. ^_^



This past weekend was Midwest Championships, a major Fighting Game tournament held in Chicago, at the Crowne Plaza hotel. Really nice place, by the way. I was able to go with a group of Michigan players, which was a blast. The drive out there wasn't too bad, but when we got lost it was pretty upsetting, since it was supposed to be about a 4 and a half hour drive, it turned into 6 and a half. Ugh. Nothing to really say about the drive itself, other than that it was full of hilarious joking/comments/statements.


We got to the hotel, dropped our stuff off in the room and took a breather for about half an hour. After we were settled in, got the bedding situation under control, we decided to go out and knock on some hotel doors for casuals and/or moneymatches. We slithered through the hallways, leaning up against doors that we thought we heard Fight Stick button presses and people talking about Street Fighter. We looked for a little while, and came across a room with a group of players from Minnesota. We went in, played a couple casual matches, but then one of their guys started talking a ridiculous amount of crap, one of the biggest mouths I've ever seen/heard in my life. It quickly escalated to a Moneymatch, where it was a 5 on 5, for $10. They won the first set, but it was obvious for a few reasons. One, we were all still stiff from the drive out there. Two, we were obviously tired from the drive out there. Three, the TV's the hotel had were lagging a bit, so we dropped some critical one-frame link combos. And 4, they had been there all evening and had been playing casuals, so they were all used to it and adjusted. We lost the first set, again, but then we ran it back and won the 2nd set, so we broke even. We called it quits and went back to the room to play some casuals of our own, and to just rest up for the tournament.


The next day, I couldn't sleep, and was up at about 7:30-8:00am. Got up and went outside, and me and one of the guys started roaming the halls looking for casuals. We looked and looked, but didn't find anything. We ended up going to the Minnesota room again, and played for an hour or so, then went down to where the tournament was going to be held to see what was up. We went in, looked around, saw nothing of interest at the moment, and went back and just waited for the 10am registration to start. I had a feeling that the day wasn't going to go right. It was the one time in my life I wish I was wrong.



The tournament registration starts, ends like a flash, it seems, and then the tournament itself starts. I planned to run Juri the entire tournament, but if I was counter-picked I'd use Sagat. Simple enough. The one thing I didn't want for my first match was to fight a Blanka, and to be on the stream. Lo and behold, my first match is against a Blanka, and on the stream. Oh boy, this day is going great already, isn't it? I beat him with ease, since I knew the matchup. The crowd was cheering for Blanka at first, but I had a lot of them cheering for me at the end, which was reassuring and invigorating. Winning my first match under such pressure boosted my confidence, so I reported the match, and waited for my 2nd match. It was against a Zangief. I wasn't too comfortable with the Juri/Zangief match yet, so I just ran Sagat, and got another win. I was on a high and on fire at that point, I felt so confident, like I was ready to take on the world. Or so I thought.



Then it happened. We had over 350 people there, in a very cramped space, and I was called to my 3rd match. By the time I got over, I was told, "You're not playing yet, if you want you can go sit down for the time being." I figured it was a pre-mature call, and I would just wait. One hour goes by. Another hour. Then they said they were starting Loser's Bracket. I wasn't called yet, and I hadn't lost a match. What the heck? I went over to investigate. Turns out the guy I was SUPPOSED to fight had gone up and reported that he played me and won. When I heard that, my heart just sank, and I felt a piece of me die inside. I knew this weekend was going to be terrible from this point on. I was right. They researched it and found out he lied, and they gave him his $10 entry fee back, and let him go on in the tournament from what I can see. They threw me up against some random guy, and I lost. Obviously, after what I'd just been traumatized with, I wasn't going to do well. I made a bunch of stupid mistakes, and because of that, was knocked into losers. I waited for my next match. And waited. And waited. And waited some more. 5 and a half hours later I finally get called, and I lose that one. You honestly expect me to win on a laggy TV after waiting for 5 hours, hungry, afraid to go get some good food for fear of being DQ'd? Sure, they had burgers and some hot dogs, and I had one, but it wasn't super amazing. I was still hungry, mentally exhausted, and my feet/legs were killing me. Playing Super Street Fighter 4 in a competitive tournament at a major was the FURTHEST thing from my mind at this point.


So now I'm out of the tournament, and I was furiously upset, ready to smash everything and anything I could get my hands on, but I composed myself, and went back to the hotel room to relax. I proceeded to tell anybody and everybody what had happened, and everyone I said that story to was just utterly shocked. The guy was a terrible player, so that just added to the fact that he didn't want to play me because he knew he'd lose. The worst part? There were no pros in the bracket, and I watched who I would have had to fight to get to the top, and you know what I found out?


I would have placed 3rd. Yep. No lie. The winner of our bracket was one of the WORST Balrog players I've seen in my entire life. He played no matchup correctly, yet somehow won. Probably because of the mental exhaustion people were under. I sat there and watched, and I knew I could have beaten him. So because of this guy lying about my match, I was not only cheated into Losers and out of the tournament, but cheated out of a 3rd place trophy, and good money as well. Yep. But that was just the beginning.



The next day, I had entered the Super Puzzle Fighter HD Remix tournament, and we entered the SSF4 team tournament, 3 on 3. Me/Mike/Keits, the runner of the tournament teamed up, since his Cody was pretty good. Mike more than did his job of carrying us. Why's that? Because everybody was a counter pick to my character, Rufus. Everybody picked Gief/Blanka/Honda/Seth/Sagat, and the list goes on. Every match I fought except for one was a counter pick. The match I fought that wasn't a counter pick I won, which was against a Vega. He was alright, but I just rushed him down in the corner and ended it quickly. We end up losing the 3v3, because we ran into a team that was all counter picks to our characters. No problem, I'll make it up in Puzzle fighter. Right?



Nope. I win my first match, then the 2nd match I went up against an absolute beast of a player. He'd been playing the game since it first came out for PS1. He was considered a Veteran, and I had been practicing in the PSP version, which is pretty different from the HDR version for the 360/PS3. I struggled big time, but he won it. I'm in losers now. I win a match, then I go up against Keits, the tournament operator. He wins the first match, then I win a match, then he wins a round, and I win a round. Final round, make it or break it time, Steve. You can do this. I let him pile me up so I could just end it with one blow. We had gone back and forth, but I knew I could beat him if I tried. I finally get the piece I need, and my screen has one last spot to put it in, and if I mess up this drop, I lose. I make the drop, I win. Guess what?


My X button died, so the piece didn't rotate before I hit Up to instantly drop it, and it cost me. They did absolutely nothing about it, either. Yep. Screwed over again. Everything that could have gone wrong, did. A 10-man tournament for Puzzle Fighter and I couldn't make top 3 to bring home a trophy because my luck was so bad.



Oh, and I got Alex Valle, a veteran SF player's autograph. The problem? One of the michigan players AaronS used the stick and smudged off the name. Yep. Can't win.



All in all it was a fun trip, but it sucks that I got robbed so badly for it, especially after seeing how far I could have gotten and the money that was mine, but stolen out of my hands. There will be other Majors. There will be other tournaments. And they won't know. They won't know the beast that will be coming for them, the unknown rookie that will come in and sweep. As salty as I am about this whole thing, the trip was still fun, and I took away a good lesson:

Always be mentally prepared to face the utmost worst circumstances, and most of all, be patient, be calm, and play YOUR game. Dont' ever give up until it's over, no matter how bleak the situation. Never Back Down. So my motto after all this, the saying that I'm going to live by for these tournaments now....



"I'll Continue To Fight, Till I Collapse."


This is Q, signing off. Hope you all have a great day. :)



Shoutouts from the tournament:

Alex Valle: Shame we didn't get an interview, was really looking forward to it. Next time I'll harass you until you do it, lol.
Marn: Good to see you aren't a jerk now, or not much of one. Looking forward to playing you soon, shame we didn't.
Floe: Great Juri, really inspirational. Hope to get casuals with you as well, maybe you can teach me some things and we can compare play styles.
Wolfkrone: Hype matches, every one. You were definitely the person to watch. Good Job on holding it down for Michigan, you made us all proud.
AaronS: Good stuff as well, you did good.
DeeDogg: Was cool getting to know you, hope to run into you at the local tournaments some more and play casuals.
PersonMan: Don't wear the Pokemon hat. Ever. Please. Other than that, yeah, cool hangin' with ya.
Keits: Good job on running the tournament, I enjoyed it. Mostly. I guess. lol.
Cali group: Thanks for the stream, that was enjoyable. Hope to see the footage uploaded so I can see my one good match that I had.
Seb: Great finally meeting to you and talking to you for a sec, even if it was onoly for just as we were leaving the hotel, hope to meet you again.
Dude from my local Library, AKA Ubersaurus: Next time tell me you're going, we'll play casuals. Was great seeing you again, didn't know you were into SF! Lol!
Skisonic: Good meeting you. And by meeting I mean saying "Hi" and that's it. lol.
Markman: I didn't recognize you until you were pointed out in a picture, else I would have come over and said hi to you, and probably interviewed you. Next time!
Chauncy Talon: CHIPS AHOY!!! HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPOS MONEY MATCH HYPE! Good stuff, man, you were hilarious.
Mike: Thanks for carrying us in Teams. lol. You had good matchups and wrecked shop.
And lastly, but CERTAINLY not least:
Mom and Dad, thanks for letting me go. It meant more than you could ever imagine. It was super fun. :)


Anybody else, if I didn't mention you, it was a long weekend, so you know who you are, keep up the good work, and hopefully we'll cross paths soon.


And now for some photos of the event:
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