Rocky III Page #4

Tonight is the champion's final

and perhaps most difficult defence.

- Rocky, are you in your best shape?

- Absolutely. I feel real good.

He's a deadly weapon.

He's one of a kind and he's gonna do it.

- Clubber, are you as fast as Balboa?

- No talkin'. I do my talkin' in the ring.

(barrage of questions)

I told you, you better get outta here.

I wanna be alone.

- Will you retire after this fight?

- Yeah. This is the last one for sure.

This is definitely the last one.

You're parasites and leeches.

Get outta here.

What will you do after tonight?

I'm not sure.

- Maybe join the circus. Huh, Mick?

- Yeah, have some fun.

- Come on, take your robe off.

- Take off your robe!

I told you to get outta my face!

With us is the former heavyweight

champion of the world, Apollo Creed.

Do you have any predictions on this fight?

How do you see it going?

Strength would have

to go to the challenger...

...while experience and the world's

hardest head would have to go to Balboa.

Remember, Rock, don't trade with this

guy. Take your time. Wear him down.

But don't stand toe to toe.

This punk's never been 15 rounds before.

- Take him good.

- OK. I will.

- I predict the champ's gonna take it.

- Do you really think he can hit that hard?

Why do you think I'm here with you?

(cheering and shouting)

Hey, sucker! You're finished!

You're through! You're washed up!

- I'm the baddest in the world!

- Not to me.

What you say, paper champion?

I'm gonna beat you like a dog.

Get that ape back in the ring.

- You made me wait too long! You'll pay!

- Come on, mouth.

(Mick) Get him outta there!

(Clubber)

Do you know who I am? I'm the man!

- I'll get you, sucker! You're dead meat!

- Let me go!

(Adrian screams) Rocky! Rocky!

- What's wrong?

- It's his heart.

Get a doctor!

Somebody get a doctor! Come on!

(reporters shouting)

Get 'em outta here!

- Mick, will you sit on the table?

- I'm all right.

Take a deep breath.

Get those guys outta here! Move!

Paulie, tell 'em the fight's off.

Go on. Go on!

The fight's not off.

Are you outta your mind? The fight's on.

- Mick, we can't tonight. I ain't fightin'.

- We're gonna fight.

Just let me get my breath.

Is that against the rules?

- Will you please get a doctor?

- He's on his way.

Mick, I can't go out and fight like this.

Get outta there. Get goin', will ya? Take

him. Take him good - get it over with.

Adrian, what am I supposed to do?

What do ya mean? After all these years

together, you don't know what to do?

You oughta be ashamed of yourself.

Now get out there and do it.

Do it.

Do it.

- You're the best.

- OK. OK.

(crowd chants) Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!

Oh, my God.

Adrian, take care of him.

Take care of him.

(MC) Ladies and gentlemen...

...welcome to the heavyweight

championship of the world.

And fans, with us tonight,

truly one of the fistic greats.

He's coming up from ringside,

the Master of Disaster, the King of Sting...

...the one and only Apollo Creed.

(cheering)

(Bill) There's the former heavyweight

champion, Apollo Creed.

He looks like $9 million.

Get outta my face! I don't need

no has-been messin' in my corner.

Get that bad look off your face

before I knock it off!

Come on. Wanna jump me? Jump!

Come on. Come on, Creed.

Come on. Yeah, come on.

Yeah. Just like a chicken. You better run.

Give everybody a present and drop this

chump, all right? Good luck to you, man.

(cheering and applause)

(bell rings)

All right, fans, here we go.

On my left, out of the blue corner...

...hailing from Chicago,

weighing in at an even 235lb...

...the world's no.1 challenger...

- Wonder how Mick's doin'.

...Clubber Lang.

(cheering and booing)

I'm the best! I'm the best!

You and Clubber exchanged words.

Any comment?

No comment.

His opponent in the opposite corner,

really needing no introduction...

...he weighs in at a trim 201 lb.

The pride of Philadelphia,

the Italian Stallion...

...and the reigning heavyweight champion

of the world, Rocky Balboa.

(wild cheering)

(Stu) Listen to this crowd.

Now to give instructions in the middle

of the ring, your referee, Marty Denkin.

Clubber, Rocky. I want a good, clean fight.

When I tell you to break,

step back and break.

Now go back to the corner

and come out fighting at the bell.

Dead meat.

(Bill)

This is not gonna be a fight of finesse.

These are two guys

that really throw punches.

- The chump is scared.

- Yeah. Tear him up, champ.

He's scared. See the look in his eyes?

I'm no trainer. Just go out

and kill the guy. Kill him, Rock.

He's scared.

I'm the new champion!

I'm the new champ as of tonight.

...ltalian Stallion, a rugged champion,

in the final fight of his colourful career.

(bell rings)

(Stu) Here we go. Oh boy,

the champion came out swinging.

Balboa's off to an incredible start,

determined to destroy the challenger.

Move him back! Move him back!

Defence.

They're goin' at each other.

You got him.

Double up! Double up!

Come on! Come on now, boy! Come on.

The challenger is hitting him

with everything he's got.

Come on, Balboa. Make me weak!

Come on, Balboa. Come on, weakling.

(bell rings)

(audience gasps)

(Stu) Clubber away.

Trying to get him to his corner.

Grab him, Paulie.

- Where's Mick? Where's Mick?

- He's OK.

I need him.

He ain't nothin'! I told you he ain't nothin'.

- He's too strong.

- Don't talk like that, Rock.

I'm gonna smoke him.

I'm gonna smoke him.

I can't keep him off.

He's mine! I'm gonna get him!

I'm losin' it, Paulie.

- What have you got?

- 200 over 50.

All right, let's start CPR.

- Rock, you can do it.

- I'll try.

(Stu) Round two.

Rocky appears to be staggering.

- Yeah, I'll get him.

- Out of the corner, here comes Clubber!

Come on, Balboa, come on. Give it to me.

Move on the inside.

The champion is nearly helpless.

Gosh, what a beating he's taking.

Don't stand toe to toe with him.

(crowd roars)

- Man, get up.

- (Clubber) Get up! Get up!

I told you I'm gonna get you.

Come on, get up!

(referee) Seven, eight, nine...

...ten. You're out.

(Stu) The champion is finished

in the second round!

It's unbelievable. Incredible upset.

Balboa, in the corner,

is out on his feet, out of the fight.

(MC) We have the time.

The winner by knockout, the new

heavyweight champion of the world...

...Clubber Lang!

(Clubber) I told you! I told you I'd do it!

I'm the new champion of the world!

(barrage of questions)

Come on, get outta here!

- What happened?

- I'm all right. How's Mick?

He wouldn't go to the hospital.

Mr Balboa, we must get him

to hospital immediately.

OK.

- Mick?

- What?

- Mick?

- Wh... what? Wh-wh-what?

- Is it over?

- Yeah. Yeah, it's all over.

Hey... listen. What happened?

It was a knockout.

- What round? What round?

- Second round.

Yeah, I knew it. That's good.

- We did it, huh?

- We did it. We did it.

You don't have to worry about nothin'

no more. Everything's gonna be OK, Mick.

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