483. WWF War Zone
We played this game at my friend Dave's birthday party in the year 2000 or 2001 at the latest, I'm assuming. Can't remember the exact age of celebration but I don't think he had it brand new.
Dave (name changed for protection) will come up in many of my other game pics as a friend I knew and hung around with from kindergarten all the way through to graduating high school and the first year of college or so when I came back home. His parents chainsmoked like wild so after you stayed at his place for more than 5 minutes you reeked of it. Also, their white walls and any posters were stained off-brown from the nicotine. This, combined with the fact they lived in a doublewide that seemingly only had kerosene space heaters for warmth lead to some precarious gaming situations. In the fall and winter we would generally game in Dave's room with the window open because it was so hot and god-awfully smoky inside from everyone huffing cigs inside and not on the porch. Dave was well known for raging at games and at life.
Two non-gaming incidents include him being a goalie on our street hockey team and after getting ~4 or so goals against him in one game, in the middle of the 3rd period he ripped off all of his equipment piece by piece, left it on the rink ground, jumped over the sidewall and walked off into the distance across two barren fields back into the nearby town (about ~300 yard away). There was also another incident where someone gave him an atomic wedgie during a full-grade meeting in the auditorium and he threw his trapper keeper like a frisbee, knocked both a lamp and the sheet music holder off the piano, then ran out of the room and out of the school into the woods, where he took the goat path down the park and sat in a baseball dugout for a few hours.
Anyway, Dave was at the time the only person in our 4 person circle of outcast gamer friends who had a PS1 so the rest of us weren't familiar. He had made a custom character of himself and used his Gameshark to have max stats in everything. There was some sort of infighting going on between him and our friend Craig either about custom characters being used when none of the rest of us had a chance to make them or had bad stats, or Craig being mad about the Hamburger Helper (which is pretty much all that Dave's family ate as that was the only thing his dad could make and it was considered a house specialty). Craig and I had been playing it a bit and we realized that using Kane and kicking nonstop was extremely overpowered. Craig ended up challenging Dave to a battle against his custom character and that he could beat him using only kicks. Dave agreed.
Craig did it, slowly whittling down his life bar. Dave tried blocking, grapple moves, whatever. Every time he would do anything, he'd caught in a kick loop and then fall over where Kane would kick him some more in the ribs. His life drained away and his stun timer got longer and longer and he got more and more angry. Finally at one point myself and our other friend were begging Craig to end it as Dave was about to blow his top, so Craig went in for the pin.
Right before the ref counted to three, Dave gave his PS1 a one-handed hammer blow directly to the disk tray, popping the door open and crashing the system. He then took the War Zone disc and flung it out the window. He then gave a Hulk Hogan vs Andre the Giant style chest-slap to the PS1, rocketing it across the dresser and into the TV stand next to it where it fell off the back and into the extremely narrow space between the dresser and the wall. At this point we were all laughing wildly while Dave was yelling, "FUCK YOU CRAIG, FUCK YOU!" He ran outside his room, and within seconds came back with a big steak knife. He then jammed it through his door (shitty particle board fake wood doors) and demanded we all leave immediately. We all got scared and yelled for his parents and they said we had better go and for Dave to go into a back room. We then all called our parents and sat outside waiting to get picked up We also got the War Zone out of the shrub outside the window and threw it back in onto the bed.
Luckily there were no consequences to this incident beyond the knife hole in the door. War Zone still worked, the PS1 was fine, Craig was banned from ever going to Dave's place again by Dave, but myself and other friend Chaz returned to game many more times, at least until Dave's brother threatened to severely injure us with a pool cue and then ended up pointing a gun at us while flinging quarters from his hands at warp speed, hurting us badly, until we ran out the back door and back to the school parking lot.