#disclaimer: I've never played MK1 and I know i didn't describe the dlc properly

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Flawless Victory, my goofy submission for @ghouljams King Killer Challenge

Gaz x reader // cw for slightly graphic depictions of Mortal Kombat fatalities.

That's right. I put that motherfucker in MK1.

"New MK DLC tonight, babe," you sing. "Ready to get your ass beat?"

Kyle waggles his brows at you, the dirty dog. "Lemmie go get the paddle."

"Way ahead of you." You laugh when he frowns at the controller you place in his hand.

"Clever, luv. Alright, let's see what we got."

Nothing too good as it turns out. Most new characters are old wash ups from worse games, one new action hero. You're googling if Reptile will have any good alt looks when Gaz comments on one of the few truly new characters.

"König. Special ops," he reads blandly and you glance up at the hooded character's minimal bio displayed on screen. 

"Just like you, babe."

"Yeah… had enough of those blokes," he grins, moving onto Ermac.

"Well, I like the boys." Moving your own cursor over to König, you spin him around like a little ballerina for your inspection. "Like this cat's hood, too. Looks like an executioner."

Kyle selects Kitana cause he's got a massive crush. "Maybe that'll be his fatality."

"Metal," you cheer sarcastically as you wait for the load screen. Kyle shuts you up with a kiss.

You don't get to find out König's finishing move that round. You barely get to find out any of his moves at all. You know he's got a gun; it's about the only thing that keeps Kyle's flawless victory away, and when Kitana puts your guy through her blender sandwich, you gape in shock at the screen.

"Is that the first time you've won?"

It is but he would never admit it, elects instead to tease, "No wonder you love this game."

"Alright, round two." Pulling Kyle's hat off, you place it backwards on your own head, all business. 

"Sore loser."

"Yep!"

You refuse to check the move list as a point of pride, spend the time it takes Kyle to select Raiden giving your little guy a pep talk instead.

It doesn't do much good, not even a matter of minutes before Raiden slams the two sections of König's bisected body together like that stupid fucking toy monkey with it's cymbals.

"Goddamnit! Again!"

It's no use. König gets both his cool hood and his face ripped off by Geras's sandpaper storm. He get his skull cross sectioned by Johnny Cage's Hollywood star. Kung Lao cuts that mother fucker asunder and he gets throat fucked by Kenshi's samurai sword. Nothing works. You even check his move list, spend three rounds dedicating yourself to mastering basic low attacks. The big bastard just cannot manage anything more than a few gunshots.

When Ashra rains holy blades down on him you resort to button mashing, get Nitara's chest burster bats for your troubles in the next round. 

"Sure you don't wanna call it a night, luv?"

"I will win," you seethe. You flip Gaz's hat around rally cap style and select König's stupid thumbnail with a reluctant grimace.

It almost works. You mash buttons so quick your fingers look like they're playing DDR. You bob and you weave, leaning into Kyle's space as if it'll make König's range attack quicker. You pull out every stop in the book and get Li Mei on the ropes -

Only to have her rip König's small intestine out and light it like a fucking dynamite wick, kicking his head off so the spark travels cartoonishly up the length of his digestive system to blow in his suspended mouth. 

"That's it, I quit!" you shriek, throwing your paddle down onto the coffee table rather childishly.

Kyle just sits there stunned. "Was trying to let you win."

"I don't wanna hear it!" You huff, taking a moment to collect yourself and giving him a grin when you feel less like a petulant teen. "Did you ever remember where that paddle is? If I'm gonna get my ass beat tonight, I at least wanna have some fun."