The green x blazes in my eyes, controller in my hands
Animation of fist and kicks processed by the mind
Skip it and go straight to arcade and tension courses through the veins
Orders me to select and Ryu is my main
First few foes were a breeze till my nemesis arrived
Zangief was the name and grappling was his game
Dashed towards him for first hit but it was all for naught
Grabbed before the combo could be put and my bar is almost gone
Quickly recover and fear is clouding my judgement, too late the distance is closed
Try to block but another wrestling move has me dead and roaring for blood
Go for another round, spam my hadouken and he walks uninjured
Backed into a corner and only one choice, the ultra-combo had to be used
Blue is the only color for a moment till it fades to reveal him in his Russian glory
Taken out like the trash and very salty, the controller flies to collide with the floor