Rocky II Page #9

No matter what happens, don't go back

to fightin' southpaw till I tell ya. Get him.

- (attendant) Good luck.

- He'll try to kill you quick.

If you get through this first round,

then he's ours. Show him who you are.

(buzzer)

Rocky Balboa prays in his corner.

The champion dancing over in his.

We're just seconds away from the fight

of the century:
Superfight II.

And there's the bell.

The champion comes over in a hurry

and throws a couple of rights and lefts.

He starts to take command early here.

Moves his feet along the side of the ring.

Rocky's holding that right hand.

He's fighting right-handed!

The southpaw from Philly

is fighting right-handed!

Break that damn jab! Protect that eye!

- (Apollo) Is that all you got?

- (referee) Break it up there.

You ready to lay down?

A good right hand, another

and another thrown by the champion.

Three good right hands at Balboa.

And Balboa coming back out.

A left and a right to the head.

Balboa appears to be getting hit often, but

he seems to be in pretty good condition.

A hard right hand thrown

by the champion. Another right.

Balboa is in trouble now.

Taking rights and lefts

as the champion begins to open up.

- It was a tremendous right hand.

- Balboa is down!

Get back.

We see Apollo hit that bad left eye

from the first fight.

The eye that was cut the last time.

Balboa getting up.

- Go get him, Rocky!

- Go after him, kid! Go after him!

Yeah.

And the champion starts to move in again.

Going right, left.

He's taking those punches pretty well.

And now Balboa is coming right back!

Right out of the ring. Coming out now.

Balboa's tagged. Left and right

combinations by the champion.

- Another left.

- (bell)

- There's the bell!

- There's the end of the round.

There's a lot of bad blood

between these two.

Good round. Good round.

I can't believe it. He broke my nose again.

Balboa has gotta be in great shape

to withstand that butchery.

That's just what it is.

It's plain old butchery.

Did the switchin' bother you?

You shoulda had him.

You can't be hurt. You follow?

You can't be hurt, cos you are too tough.

Don't let up on him.

This man is dangerous.

Dangerous? I'm dangerous.

- That guy is crazy.

- No. Listen, he's only a man.

You can beat him, because you're a tank.

You're a greasy, fast,

- Go through him! Run over him!

- I'm a tank. I'm gonna get him.

- This is it, man!

- (commentator) Here we go. Round two.

Round two. The champion comes back

out. Starting with a left and left and left.

Left to the chin, left to the head.

Coming around now.

He's got that right hand cocked.

He's waiting for that precise moment...

There it is! But here comes Balboa!

You can't hurt me.

He can't hurt me! No way!

Break it up. Break it up.

Break it up. Break clean.

(Apollo) You're too slow!

Man, you're too slow!

Get your cameras ready. Watch this.

Watch this. He's goin' down.

Here it comes!

Rocky!

Get up, Rock! Get up!

Balboa for the second time is down.

Struggling to get up.

Don't get up. Just stay down there.

Just stay down there, chump!

- I told you!

- Beautiful! Beautiful!

Protect that eye, kid! Get at it! The body,

the body, the body! You're a tank, kid!

I told you! I told you!

And here comes the champion.

Here it is. A left and a right

and he's got him back in the corner!

But here comes Balboa again!

Where does he get that stamina?

He's got the champion

trapped in the corner.

And he's breaking left and right.

(chanting) Rocky! Rocky!

Keep it up! Keep it up!

- I'm standing here.

- (commentator) A great second round.

The round is over,

but they're taunting each other.

Everybody in the audience

better get ready for World War III.

I ain't goin' down no more.

Attaboy! Go get him!

(bell)

Come on, kid!

The champion again with a combination

of lefts and rights to the head.

- That was another round for Creed.

- Creed keeps piling up the points, but...

Get him!

Hit him! Just hit him!

Another round for Apollo Creed.

Here comes Balboa again. Lefts and

rights to the midsection. And those hurt.

(Mickey) Pound the body!

He's won another round.

He now begins to taunt Balboa again.

Get out!

(bell)

- I'm gonna give that round to Balboa.

- You wonder what's on Creed's mind.

He's lost his first round.

Go for it, Rock!

Balboa is on his way.

Hands up! Hands up!

Now, just stick and move!

This man is breakin' you up inside!

Now, stick and move!

(bell)

Lightning! Thunder!

Hit him back!

I thought he took a beating ten months

ago, Stu, but tonight it's twice as bad!

Another round for

the champion, Apollo Creed.

The left eye is closed.

Now bust him, understand?

- Stay away from him.

- Don't let him breathe! Get him!

(bell)

Balboa's taking another beating

in the corner.

Another round for the champion.

(bell)

You got him beat on points.

You understand?

Stick and move!

Don't go for the knockout!

- He's gonna fall.

- He's breakin' you up inside!

- How's that eye now?

- It works.

- You can't do much more with that.

- I know what I'm doin'.

- You get in trouble one more time...

- Please don't stop nothin'!

Now, listen, let me stop it.

- You're gettin' killed!

- It's my life.

Apollo ahead. All he has to do

is stay away and he retains the title.

- Just stick and move.

- It ain't gonna be like last time.

- Switch now to southpaw anyway.

- No tricks. I ain't switchin'.

- Yeah, but you're fadin' out.

- I don't need no tricks.

- I ain't switchin'.

- You gotta plan. You gotta switch.

He's ready. Believe me.

Don't go for the knockout.

You got him burned!

They come to the centre of the ring

for the fifteenth and final round.

- You're goin' down.

- No. No way.

Here we go.

Let's see what Creed does here now.

Creed has started to move in on Balboa.

He's going for the knockout.

The champion comes out

jabbing with that left hand.

- The champion is beating Balboa.

- Now! Now!

Balboa just nearly floored the champ!

A hook caught

the exhausted champ off guard!

Creed doesn't know where he is!

It's blind instinct.

Balboa is staggering from exhaustion -

but a right to the head of the champion.

Another right, and a left.

He's got him into the corner.

Stay away from him!

He's got this thing won if he stays away,

but now it is Creed coming back.

- Creed with a left hand.

- Go for it!

What's keepin' these two guys up?

A tremendous moment.

Now!

Here comes Balboa,

but the champion back with another left.

Get away from him!

A right hand! A right hand! It's Creed!

Now it's Balboa! Now it's Creed!

What a tremendous fight!

They're standing toe to toe.

I don't know why the champion

is fighting Balboa's fight.

Go, Rocky! Go for it!

A tremendous left to the head.

A left.

A left.

One!

Two!

Creed will retain the title!

If neither gets up, it's a draw,

and Creed will win the title automatically!

- Four!

- Get up, man!

Get on your feet!

Five!

- Balboa reaches for another!

- Get up, Rock!

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