I never really played any SF beyond SF2 Turbo Champions Edition, but it's one of my favorite games of all time.
Overly longwinded story incoming, I mostly just want to type it out for a nice walk down memory lane.
TLDR at the end.
One of my most beloved core memories was on an SF2 Championship Edition.
1992. My big brother brought me (10 years old) to the arcade with him one night.
Huge crowd of teenagers around the SF2CE machine.
This one dude was using Chun Li and just murking everyone. Basically the whole arcade is taking turns getting stomped by this dude.
I finally squeeze my little 10 year old self to the front of the line and drop my quarters in.
I distinctly remember hearing someone in the crowd say "this'll be quick" and laughter from a few others.
Pick my go to, Sagat.
This is a huge, nerve wracking moment for a 10 year old. Being out at night surrounded by teenagers.
I get crushed in round 1, I hit him at least once because it wasn't a Perfect, but probably only once.
Round 2 starts and I immediately throw a tiger uppercut that he jumps right into, then pin him in the corner with high and low mixed fireballs for a minute. I take round 2. Not a total beatdown but I still had about half health at the end.
Round 3 starts, I stupidly throw the tiger uppercut again but he does the spinning kick instead of a jump kick and knocks me down, pins me in the corner with lightning kicks. I'm getting an occasional hit in but he's just picking me apart in the corner.
I'm down to a barely visible sliver of health, out of desperation I stop blocking long enough to throw a tiger knee out, it lands and knocks him back, I immediately start spamming tiger uppercuts, land 2 in a row and it's over.
I swear to god the whole arcade went insane. The roar of the crowd was fuckin' deafening. I didn't realize until I turned around that the crowd size had doubled from the beginning of the match.
All these kids aged like 15-20 and it took the 10 year old to knock this guy off the machine. I felt like a superhero celebrity. I was so overwhelmed by the whole situation I'm pretty sure I completely bunted the next fight and got knocked off the machine.
TLDR - 1992. Saturday night. Teenage dude beating the brakes off every challenger in packed arcade.
10 year old me steps up and knocks him off the machine with a psychotic come from behind victory.
Crowd goes wild. Core memory unlocked.