What if Mickey Goldmill had Aspergers, and was siphoning money from Rocky? What if Rocky was nothing but B-Roll from the inside of a Gamestop? This movie was like watching a message board flame war, only instead of flames, it was an electric blanket with Blanka on it barely keeping anyone warm, and or interested. The movie is supposed to be about Justin Wong, and his climbing the Street Fighter IV champion ladder, what it actually is about is a semi exploitive mutant named "Triforce" who tries to ride Justin's fame bus. The movie itself doesn't really follow any sort of narrative arc, and doesn't go into the details of the tournaments (which was surprising). The music was also very out of place and often grating. I am surprised I watched the whole thing, but I was also a little drunk which I think gave me the longevity needed to watch a fighting-game-pro-pimp with a power glove lose his 'best friend". I doubt fighting game enthusiasts will get anything but uncomfortable from watching this very stilted documentary.