Playing Immortal Kombat at the local arcade and lording it over those he beat was one of the favorite pastimes for Tut.

"I'll admit you're good at spamming those light attacks, but that just gets me riled up . EAT THIS!!! TRIPLE AXEL KICK!! UZI PUNCH!!........ WHAT? That’s it? Oh come on, I had a few more moves lined up. Well I guess I'll settle for guillotine kicking you dead body. What can I say, shouldn'ta riled me up..... any other challengers?..... Oh well!!"

He began to relax with the hands behind his head the crowd around him began dispersing whilst muttering various expletives.

"I guess it's time for me to wind up..... maybe pick up a McQueen burger with secret sauce on the way to the gym and visit..... Oh? A challenger?" He began smiling as a character began taunting his own avatar on the screen. "Dude, whoever you are, let’s do this!"

------15 minutes later-------------

"MOTHERF*****!!!!! ......YOU!! GET ME MORE COINS!! ...... I'm gonna grind and smash this asshole......" he broke off muttering in his rage.

The formerly dispersed crowd was back and surrounding him and watching the carnage with glee and cracking comments.

"Can’t take the heat now can he...."

"Losing 9 times in row without even grazing the opponent is a greatest achievement I've ever seen"

"This is gonna go down in Immortal Kombat's history as worst beat down ever,18 rounds 'Perfect', never even seen first-timers do this badly"

"Dude doesn't even realize he's turned gay since his ass has been pawned so hard"

"Must have pissed off a god-level player when he was bragging so loudly earlier."

"Bad winner and Sore loser, Awesome Combo"

"GRAAAAHHHH!!!!"

KRRRRUUNCH

The crowd instantly fell silent as Tut punched the machine and the it just crumpled like a soda can. In the next instant, it was like an audition for Houdini as the entire crowd disappeared almost magically. Gamers, God-level or otherwise were one thing, but guys who could crumple metal with their bare fists? Those were people you didn't stick around when they were pissed off.

Feeling kind of better having vented his anger, Tut looked around to see if he could find the so called 'god-level' player and then back at the destroyed arcade game in front of him.

"Ah crap, guess I'm banned again. Well, there's still two other arcades I haven't entered yet"

At that point, one of the store employees made his way gingerly towards Tut. When he reached the diminutive arcade machine murderer, he kept his eyes on the broken machine like it really was a dead body.

"The owner would like a word with you...... sir" he added as an afterthought.

"Yeah? Well too bad, I'm leaving and you guys can’t stop me. But don't worry, I'll pay you guys for the damage caused."

Saying this he began to leave.

"The owner also told me to tell you that the 'God-level' player is in the office, if you'd like to meet......"

"LEAD THE WAY!"

----A few minutes later---------

"Hello Mr. Tutankhamun, I'm Mel and I own this arcade and also the one who owned your ass out there. First, don't worry about the damages. Second, I asked you here so that I could pass this on to you, apparently, you'll know what to do with it. Third, stop staring and drooling, it's creeping me out. Fourth, you're banned until you've worked out your anger issues. Fifth, that is all, get out of my store."

Throughout this, Tut's mouth remained open. He had never seen such stunningly gorgeous woman in his life. In a daze, he took the proffered folder and mumbled something under his breath which sounded suspiciously like 'Marry me'.

Having said her part, the beauty got up and walked out of the rooms through the curtains that hid a door directly behind the chair she had just been sitting on.

Tut stared at her the entire time and almost blushed when he saw that she was wearing a backless top no bra strap. But 'almost' ruled the day as he noticed that the entirety of her upper back was covered with scars. It wasn't too noticeable because of...... makeup?

His mind cleared of all the pink nonsense that had been swirling around inside it as a hint of anger surfaced at the thought of anyone hurting Her.

Thus began a romance that would become legendary for its comedy through stupidity, hope of league jumping and tragedy.

Tut finally looked down at the folder he had been handed by his Goddess as he was leaving the arcade. He didn't notice that the machine he had previously broken was now spotless with not a trace of damage on it.

As he finally began reading through the folder his blood began boiling at the opportunity he had been presented made itself comfortable at the top of his list of priorities just slightly above the idea of Her. His relaxed walk became purposeful as he headed towards his dojo.

-----

Mel watched him from the window as he walked down the street and turned to the man sitting in front of her desk.

"You sure about him? Doesn't seem too stable if you ask me."

"I didn't ask you now, did I?"

"Well, your funeral, I guess I didn't really teach you enough abo......"

The man cut her off sharply, "You taught me well enough and I've moved past that level of thinking now, let’s just leave it at that."

"So you say."

"So I do"

"Can you prove it?" she said nodding her head the two arcade machines that were in the room.

*sigh.... "Let’s get it over with."

---5 minutes later------

Mel gaped at the screen in front of her, looking shell-shocked at the result.

"I told you I've moved past what you taught me. And I didn't even start with my cheat" he said tapping his temple.

"B...bu.... but..... but how?"

"There's always somebody better out there Mel. For you, that’s now me."

Something in the way he said that made her look at him.

"You mean there's someone out there better than you?"

"Yes, though I doubt that statement would apply to him."

"..........."

"Well regardless, Tut wasn't my choice, so I didn't really have say in this. Just a simple messenger."

She stared at him in disbelief.

"Cat got your tongue I see"

"Who chose him?"

"......."

"Come on, you can trust me............ can't you?" she added as she noticed a look on his face.

"I trust you enough to tell you, it’s the fellow who's out there better than me. Well you shouldn't really worry about this. I'll see you around sometime. Take care of yourself and make sure you don't lead the poor boy around too much, we need him operational."

And now it was her turn to watch speechlessly as he left. She finally got a hold of herself just he disappeared through the doorway.

"Yeah well those wooden sandals look like crap on you." she muttered and then flushed in embarrassment at the thought of the childishness she was displaying.