Those who've played Kings of the Beach can vouch for that particular Konami peppiness that was built into the game - the bongo drum music, the moves that each competitor had, the "argue with the referee" feature that actually worked on occasion. You won't find any of that here. The music has this sort of feel that reminds you of bad 80s skater movies and little kids playing on their Casio 20-key keyboard. All the players look pretty much the same; even the women have this perfectly buff body even though they're wearing bikinis. Animation is nonexistant as jumping is represented by your character moving up and down, and spikes and such are a little hard to time as a result.
There are four different teams of two you can pick and you can go into a mini-tournament or just play an endless series of single matches - a far cry from the worldwide tournament that Kings gave you. Also, the screens at the end of matches have that same eerie feeling the rest of the game has - while not horrid per se, there's something about them that makes you want to turn off your NES as soon as possible and stick your head under a pillow. Star-shaped fireworks blare off as an anonymous dude waves at you if you win; a scary-looking dude sneers at you to the tune of the blackest, deepest music in the world if you lose.
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