It was an ordinary day in the land of the Miis. An unassuming Guest B decided, after his usual morning routine, to try something different. He noticed a poster advertising for the local Boxing club, which shouted "Newcomers Welcome!" in bold text, and after realizing he had nothing else on his schedule, he decided to give it a try. After filling out the necessities, he was due to spar against Ryan, a fellow newcomer who he'd spoken to a number of times before - a friendship, almost blooming. It was supposed to be a one-and-done day, lax, without expectations. Supposed to be. Right before their match started, Guest B immediately noticed something was out of place. His arms and body started to move without his mind telling them to - someone, some _thing_ was commanding them in his place. Guest B was frightened, and any attempts to vocalize his thoughts were silenced before they could even form. He realized he could do nothing but watch from inside his own mind at the events that were to transpire. One question lingered in Guest B’s thoughts - “What was its goal?” Whatever it was, it quickly became evident that this entity wasn’t just moving along for the sake of it. It had a purpose. The entity was a master of boxing, its ins and outs realized to the point where an entire fight was reduced to a simple flowchart. It knew when to throw out punches, how to excruciatingly target vital after vital, and how to make sure its opponent was never going to get up again until after the bell rang. What was supposed to be a friendly sparring match effectively turned into an execution. “Fight!” the announcer shouted. Eight seconds and eight punches later, Ryan fell to the ground, after a sharp left hook right to the frontal lobe. The crowd screamed at this turn of events that arrived from nothing, all under the impression that Guest B was a pure novice - as green as the grass that surrounded the stadium outside. Yet, it had happened right before their eyes - Ryan was down, and didn’t even have the chance to throw a punch. The organizers scrambled through all of their records, and they all indicated that Guest B was telling the truth - he hadn’t participated in anything relating to boxing prior to this day. Maybe he trained privately? Maybe he dueled in some faraway place? Whatever the answer was, Guest B only replied in nods and shakes - a definite answer wasn’t arriving any time soon, thanks to the entity preventing Guest B from speaking. Multiple affiliates started swarming Guest B after the match was concluded, all shouting about how he should join the professional league immediately. “You might be able to take on Matt!” one of them said. Guest B had heard of Matt before, the reigning champion of boxing even well outside of his prime years several decades before. “So, that’s this thing’s goal.” Guest B mused to himself. “Beating the champion.” And so, the fights continued, one after the other, with the same overwhelming menace that had occurred against Ryan. Despite the opponents having more experience, better technique, refined prowess, all fell down in seconds. It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except getting to Matt. After twenty two fights, a string of uncontested wins, and a flawless track record, Guest B found himself face to face with the man himself. And just as suddenly as the entity arrived, it relinquished its control over Guest B right before the grand finale. “It wants me to do this for myself,” Guest B understood, “No puppet strings attached”. Watching from the inside, he had learned the art of sheer force from all the fights that he had witnessed. With an eerie calmness, Guest B walked up to Matt. The bell rings. Immediately, Guest B launches a right jab to the neck and a left jab to the head. Matt, almost entirely unphased, attempts to retaliate in kind. “You’re fast.” Guest B thought, launching a powerful right hook, “But I’m still faster.” The hook connects, while Matt’s comes up short - nearly half of his health bar is depleted at once. Guest B follows with a left jab to the face, and both reset to a neutral stance. “This is the end.” Both launch left hooks aimed for their heads. Like before, Guest B’s hit connects, while Matt’s just barely fails. Matt falls to the ground. It’s over. Guest B had won.
Guest B's constant seizures could lead to something here. my guess is that he has this unquenchable thirst to lay people out. every second he's not throwing a punch, he feels undeniable pain. B needs this. this is his life. this is the only way he can feel relief.
i think the way that Guest B plays out the fights, makes it seem as if he's holding back, sparing their opponent's life by keeping the full gauge of his true power halved and abacked. truly remarkable performance it almost feels uncanny that this matches are held with the knowledge that Guest B can decimate their opponent, knowledge previous to the fight only points to the task of defeating him being something impossible.
I have a great, but equally catastrophic suggestion [which I think might be possible but I’m not sure]: A TAS run with the mod that minimizes the punch cooldown
A game I've always wanted to see a TAS (Tool-Assisted Speedrun) for is Knockout Kings 2000. It was a great and challenging game. Please consider doing this game-you will not be disappointed.
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It was an ordinary day in the land of the Miis. An unassuming Guest B decided, after his usual morning routine, to try something different. He noticed a poster advertising for the local Boxing club, which shouted "Newcomers Welcome!" in bold text, and after realizing he had nothing else on his schedule, he decided to give it a try. After filling out the necessities, he was due to spar against Ryan, a fellow newcomer who he'd spoken to a number of times before - a friendship, almost blooming. It was supposed to be a one-and-done day, lax, without expectations.
Supposed to be.
Right before their match started, Guest B immediately noticed something was out of place. His arms and body started to move without his mind telling them to - someone, some _thing_ was commanding them in his place. Guest B was frightened, and any attempts to vocalize his thoughts were silenced before they could even form. He realized he could do nothing but watch from inside his own mind at the events that were to transpire. One question lingered in Guest B’s thoughts - “What was its goal?”
Whatever it was, it quickly became evident that this entity wasn’t just moving along for the sake of it. It had a purpose.
The entity was a master of boxing, its ins and outs realized to the point where an entire fight was reduced to a simple flowchart. It knew when to throw out punches, how to excruciatingly target vital after vital, and how to make sure its opponent was never going to get up again until after the bell rang. What was supposed to be a friendly sparring match effectively turned into an execution.
“Fight!” the announcer shouted. Eight seconds and eight punches later, Ryan fell to the ground, after a sharp left hook right to the frontal lobe. The crowd screamed at this turn of events that arrived from nothing, all under the impression that Guest B was a pure novice - as green as the grass that surrounded the stadium outside. Yet, it had happened right before their eyes - Ryan was down, and didn’t even have the chance to throw a punch.
The organizers scrambled through all of their records, and they all indicated that Guest B was telling the truth - he hadn’t participated in anything relating to boxing prior to this day. Maybe he trained privately? Maybe he dueled in some faraway place? Whatever the answer was, Guest B only replied in nods and shakes - a definite answer wasn’t arriving any time soon, thanks to the entity preventing Guest B from speaking. Multiple affiliates started swarming Guest B after the match was concluded, all shouting about how he should join the professional league immediately. “You might be able to take on Matt!” one of them said.
Guest B had heard of Matt before, the reigning champion of boxing even well outside of his prime years several decades before. “So, that’s this thing’s goal.” Guest B mused to himself. “Beating the champion.”
And so, the fights continued, one after the other, with the same overwhelming menace that had occurred against Ryan. Despite the opponents having more experience, better technique, refined prowess, all fell down in seconds. It didn’t matter. Nothing did, except getting to Matt.
After twenty two fights, a string of uncontested wins, and a flawless track record, Guest B found himself face to face with the man himself. And just as suddenly as the entity arrived, it relinquished its control over Guest B right before the grand finale. “It wants me to do this for myself,” Guest B understood, “No puppet strings attached”. Watching from the inside, he had learned the art of sheer force from all the fights that he had witnessed.
With an eerie calmness, Guest B walked up to Matt.
The bell rings.
Immediately, Guest B launches a right jab to the neck and a left jab to the head. Matt, almost entirely unphased, attempts to retaliate in kind. “You’re fast.” Guest B thought, launching a powerful right hook, “But I’m still faster.” The hook connects, while Matt’s comes up short - nearly half of his health bar is depleted at once. Guest B follows with a left jab to the face, and both reset to a neutral stance.
“This is the end.”
Both launch left hooks aimed for their heads. Like before, Guest B’s hit connects, while Matt’s just barely fails. Matt falls to the ground.
It’s over. Guest B had won.
it’s… it’s peak…
so this is Guest B: The Prequel?
@@lennyface5314i guess
I see you can write a story as well as you can make a TAS
Okay, that's it. I'm actually going to have a friend make a fanfiction out of this. I'll let you know when he's done writing it
Guest B's constant seizures could lead to something here. my guess is that he has this unquenchable thirst to lay people out. every second he's not throwing a punch, he feels undeniable pain. B needs this. this is his life. this is the only way he can feel relief.
the cheering in the background start to sound less like cheering and more like terrified screams after a point
they know what guest b is capable of.
Leave my boy Matt alone, he's had enough
Seeing this makes me wanna see a TAS speedrun for NES Punch-Out!!
That exists! Someone has done it.
@@dragonslayerz2220 I know but I meant like... from him. Also maybe an updated one.
i think the way that Guest B plays out the fights, makes it seem as if he's holding back, sparing their opponent's life by keeping the full gauge of his true power halved and abacked. truly remarkable performance it almost feels uncanny that this matches are held with the knowledge that Guest B can decimate their opponent, knowledge previous to the fight only points to the task of defeating him being something impossible.
I have a great, but equally catastrophic suggestion [which I think might be possible but I’m not sure]: A TAS run with the mod that minimizes the punch cooldown
perfection
A game I've always wanted to see a TAS (Tool-Assisted Speedrun) for is Knockout Kings 2000. It was a great and challenging game. Please consider doing this game-you will not be disappointed.
The Kubrick stare on the big screen while the announcer calls the final “knockout!”… chilling
Fun fact: Wii Sports is almost 18 years old
and I AM 18 years old
also fun fact
Stop reminding me how old I am.
@@CaptainDogFood uh...
sorry?
Man, Wii Sports is almost old enough to vote
@@jennasloan396or have a family
Guest A will get his chance one day to shine
IT IS HIS TIME. HIS PATIENCE IS WANING ITS NOT ENTERTAINING AND THE ROPES HAVE BEEN LOOSENED. THERE IS NOTHING HOLDING HIM BACK
To Summarize This Whole Thing
*_"STANDING HERE"_*
**"I REALIZE"**
THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
@@horesfan400THAT YOU WERE JUST LIKE ME
TRYING TO MAKE HISTORY
BUT WHO'S TO JUDGE
I never noticed how the crowd gets fuller as the levels go by
That is actually a pretty neat detail!
This is one of the most satisfying videos I've ever seen.
At some point, this stops looking like boxing, and more like a Roman gladiator-style bloodbath, just with Guest B instead of lions. D:
Beautiful.
I have my doubts that you actually secured your wrist strap...
This is such a powerful TAS
@AmenYehudah Tool Assisted Speedrun, using tools to make a series of inputs that can beat a game as fast as possible with inhuman speeds
Great TAS! For the hitbox rng, Is it possible to look through the game code to find out what's going on?
2:37 brutal
The different camera angle on a knockdown looks so weird, and it’s a very specific thing to change in 1.1
when do they get swords
Swords are not in the original game. It's in the sequel, Wii Sports Resort.
Submit to TASvideo ?
Who would win?
Guest B vs Perc Angle?
holy shit...
Ultra instinct player
*how fights would play out if the Wii remotes actually cooperated*
Wait why isn’t the reply there?
TAS handing out CTE
matt deserved better
Bruh i thought is a nerd (slow down to notice it) 1:04
When my wife doesn't get me a fresh cold one after a long day's work: 6:44
Jesus man