My very first ranked match in Tekken 7 puts me up against an Eddy masher

I don't have nostalgia for many things, but ploughing that guy with my deathfist brought back all those happy memories of the painfully loud, piss-scented arcades that ate up afternoons and evenings of the past.

I have never been much of a Tekken fan, but that honestly felt nice after a really shitty week.

Thanks, Harada?