Rocky III Page #7

It's the anxiously awaited rematch...

...between former champion Rocky Balboa

and the reigning champion Clubber Lang.

We now switch to our remote

cameras inside the dressing rooms.

Would you comment on how you plan

to fight Balboa? What's your strategy?

Don't need any.

Balboa's so predictable and stupid.

The man comes straight ahead. He's

tailor-made for me. He's gonna get hurt.

- That's good.

- Turn 'em over. Good?

How does that look? OK?

No, I don't hate Balboa. But I pity the fool.

And I will destroy

any man who tries to take what I got.

Remember where you came from.

Remember what it took to get you here.

And remember what

he did to you last time, right?

Both are brawlers, with the edge

and power going to Clubber Lang...

...so I would say the odds are very long

against Balboa regaining his title.

Now it's your turn. It's your turn, huh?

What's your prediction for the fight?

- Prediction?

- Yes. Prediction.

Pain.

Lang likes to hurt a man to the body.

And Balboa may never have

psychologically recovered...

...from that vicious knockout

that Clubber laid on him.

It's time.

- Here.

- What?

I want you to wear these.

Come on, Apollo. These are the colours

that you wore in our first fight together.

I... I can't wear your colours.

Just wear 'em.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Thanks, Apollo.

Just make sure you wash 'em

before you bring 'em back.

Will do. Will do.

- Thanks, Apollo.

- Hey, and remember...

...after this you owe me a favour.

What favour?

I'd have to agree. Toe to toe, Lang is

devastating, and he's much too strong.

(crowd chants) Rocky! Rocky!

Listen. I wanna tell you

that I'm proud of you.

It takes a helluva man to change,

and you did it. Prove it to 'em, right?

- You did good, Apollo.

- Thanks, Paulie.

Let's do it, Paulie.

(Stu) Here come Rocky and Apollo,

the two former champions.

Look at the tenseness in his face,

that taut body.

- Boy, does he look serious right now.

- He does.

You know, Stu, the word is that this is

Rocky's last fight - win, lose or draw.

(Stu) There he is, the Italian Stallion,

Rocky Balboa, climbing into the ring.

Boy, he looks incredibly thin.

I'd say he's gotta be about 20lb lighter.

(Bill) Rocky Balboa,

the iron man from Philadelphia.

This crowd is with him tonight. Listen.

(Stu) Balboa doesn't really have

any boxing skills.

But I've never seen as much

raw determination...

Hold it, Stu.

Here comes the champion now,

Clubber Lang. Look at this crowd.

(Stu) Look at those eyes. I've never seen

a guy with such sullen eyes. He is tough.

Clubber, go back where you came from!

He even belted a spectator.

Did you see that? Look at that man.

Boy, awesome. Man, he's tough.

(Bill) Clubber Lang,

the heavyweight champion of the world!

Hey, fool! You ready for another beatin'?

You should've never came back!

- Don't look at him.

- Let's just be cool.

Hey, boy.

Hey, boy. After I crucify him, you're next.

- Just stay outta my face, chump.

- Don't turn your back on me.

(Stu) We got a brawl before the bell.

- (bell rings)

- This ring is ready to explode!

With the fight about to officially begin...

- I'm gonna get you! Let him go!

- Come on!

Let him go! I want him!

- You said be cool.

- That was cool.

I'm the champ!

I'll beat ya like I did last time.

You won't have to look to find me.

I'm here.

Boxing fans around the world...

...welcome to Madison Square Garden...

...and tonight's heavyweight

championship of the world!

Out of the red corner...

...the challenger, weighing 191 lb...

...from the fighting city of Philadelphia...

...the former heavyweight

champion of the world...

...the Italian Stallion...

...Rocky Balboa!

(cheering)

I tell ya, he has so slimmed down,

he looks like a middleweight.

Out of the blue corner, weighing 237lb...

...the hard-punching pedlar

from Chicago...

...the reigning heavyweight

champion of the world...

...Clubber Lang!

- (booing)

Referee... Lou Filippo.

OK, boys. Let's go.

We went over the rules yesterday.

I'm gonna repeat a few of 'em.

Watch your low blows

and rabbit punches.

In case of a knockdown,

go to the corner I tell you to...

...and you stay there

until I tell you to come out.

Is that understood? Any questions?

Let's go back to your corner now.

Let's go.

- I'm gonna bust you up.

- Go for it.

(Stu) Here we go. The war is on!

We're just waiting for the bell.

Take my belt off. I'll get that chump.

Don't let this bum let you fight his fight.

You're the best!

Hell.

Rhythm and power. Then jab him.

(chanting) Rocky! Rocky!

(Stu) It should be a great fight!

(bell rings)

Balboa goes right out of his corner

and right after Clubber Lang.

He's going right to left, into Clubber's

face. What a start to the fight!

(Bill) Another jab. Another jab.

And another!

This is not the Rocky we expected!

Looks fantastic.

(Stu) Another right. And a right.

Look at that! A right and left to the head!

(Bill) Clubber Lang doesn't know what's

happening. He's being stung by this style.

Look at the shots he's taking.

- He can't corner the fleet-footed fighter.

- It's absolutely unbelievable!

Come on, you oversized hick!

Bring it to me! Hit me!

(Stu) That right hand is like a triphammer!

- Rock, tie him up!

- Bring it to me! Hit me!

Come on, get back. Get back!

(Stu) Tough first round!

There's Rocky with

a couple of rights and lefts.

Get off! Get off!

(Bill) This crowd is going absolutely wild.

(bell rings)

(Bill) We got pandemonium in the ring

at the end of round one.

Lang wants more.

He can't realise that the round is over!

(Clubber yells)

All right, you looked great.

Just don't get crazy and we're home.

- I'll kill you, man

- The man is strong.

I'm gonna kill him. I'm gonna kill him.

Now he's gonna come hard, right?

- Don't give him a chance to settle.

- Counter and move. Counter and move.

(Stu) He had Lang at his mercy!

(bell rings)

(Bill) Now it's Lang coming out for Rocky.

Rocky has him in his corner

and is still landing rights and lefts.

A right to the head. Another.

He's really setting him up.

Five unanswered shots!

Kill him! Kill him!

- Get outta there!

- Get back!

All right!

Break it up. Break it up.

- What are you doin'?

- Come on, Balboa.

Get your hands up. Come on, Rock!

That right hand hurt Rocky again!

(Bill) Balboa's in trouble now.

Hold him, dammit!

- Come on, Rocky!

- (Bill) This is Clubber's round.

And Balboa is down.

- Get up, dammit!

- Come on.

- Five!

- (Stu) He's in trouble.

Six!

Seven!

(Bill) It's Clubber again. Lang with

the left hand. Another left and a right!

And down goes Balboa again.

Stop the fight.

- Six!

- I got some more, so get up.

I got a lotta moves. Come on!

(Bill) Here we go again.

Clubber coming into him!

- You ain't so bad. You ain't so bad.

- (bell rings)

You ain't so bad. You ain't nothin!

You must be crazy.

You're just a stupid fool.

- But I ain't breathin' heavy.

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