You guys got the easy life.
How you guys doing? Did anybody move today?
How's life in the bowl? You have to exercise once in a while.
Would you like a snack? Here you go.
Come on, Cuff. Link, you drowning down there?
You want to hear some TV?
Come here, Butkus.
Come here, boy.
What'd you do today?
Did you bark at anybody today?
Yo, Adrian, sometimes I look at Butkus, and I don't think he's a normal canine.
- What do you think he is? - I don't know.
He just don't look like a regular dog sometimes when I look inside there.
Earliertoday, I was at Apollo Creed's palatial gym.
As usual, the world champion was not at a loss for words about Rocky Balboa.
I know a lot of people out there want to see me in a rematch...
with a timid fellow who calls himself the Italian Stallion...
but this man does not have the honor to meet me in the ring.
- Or is it "Scallion "? What's his name? - Rocky Balboa did officially retire.
The bum's hiding and running.
He doesn't want to face me. He's scared. You and I know it.
Apollo, I think there's more here than meets the eye.
You've been under close scrutiny ever since that split decision victory.
A lot of reporters, including me, thought it was an even draw.
That's your opinion, and you're entitled to it.
But now I'm ready to have a rematch...
to prove that this lucky club fighter...
does not have the skill to last five minutes in the ring...
with a superior athlete like me.
The man's running and hiding and doesn't want to face me.
So I say to you, Rocky Balboa, or whatever your name is...
that I want the American people and the whole world to know...
I'm ready, willing and able to meet you anywhere, anyplace, anytime.
I will meet and defeat this fighter called "The Italian Stallion "...
if the man has the guts to call me.
You can call me collect.
Call me, Balboa!
This would be a legitimate rematch: the boxer against the puncher.
I think everyone wants to see them back in the ring together.
There's only one problem: Where is Rocky Balboa?
- I'm Brent Musburger-- - No good bum!
You know, I was thinking.
I ain't supposed to do no commercials.
I ain't supposed to work in no meat house.
I'm supposed to be a fighter.
But you gave that up.
I think I'm becoming a nobody again too.
In whose eyes? Not mine.
In mine.
In here.
We'll get by.
That's just it.
I don't want to get by the hard way.
I want you to have good things.
I want the kid to have good things.
We'll have them.
I think we need them now, don't you?
Rocky, please, you don't have to prove anything.
Adrian, it's all I know.
I don't want you to do it.
I never asked you to stop being a woman.
So I'm asking you, please...
don't ask me to stop being a man.
I think we ought to knock his block off.
Absolutely.
I'm sorry.
Let's do it.
Apollo, has a site been chosen for the rematch?
This fight will be held in the philadelphia Spectrum...
because I want this man's hometown to see this.
I want all of philadelphia, all of America...
and the whole world to see me destroy this man after two short rounds.
After this fight, he'll have to donate what's left of his body to science.
But there won't be much. That I can guarantee.
What do you think about the fight taking place in the Spectrum?
- I'm very happy about that. - Why?
It's only ten minutes from my house.
Apollo, people say you lost the first fight, a victim of the southpaw jinx.
Did fighting a left-hander throw you off?
Southpaw jinx nothing!
I took the last fight too lightly, and this man was plain lucky.
But this time, you all will see the real Apollo Creed.
The whole world will see the real Apollo Creed:
lightning fast and hard to catch, no playing, no jiving, just business.
All right.
Rocky, do you think you have a chance this time against Apollo?
I don't know. He looks pretty mad.
Me and Mick will try our best.
His lungs he's going to punch out.
- Who's that, Al Capone? - I don't sweat you.
A lot of people may not like me, and that's okay.
But come November, Apollo Creed will provide the ultimate spectacle.
On Thanksgiving, in front of this man's home crowd...
I'm going to drop him like a bad habit.
Rocky, your pay for the fight is very substantial.
- What will you do with the money? - First, I have to pay the rent.
Then I made this list of things to do.
I'd like to get a couple of hats and a motorcycle...
and a couple quarts of perfume for Adrian.
She likes to smell good.
Some Muppet toys...
Ernie and Big Bird and that frog Kermit.
I thought maybe a statue for the church...
and I think a snow cone machine for you, paulie.
- Don't you like snow cones? - Yeah.
Rocky, got anything derogatory to say about the champ?
"Derogatory"? Yeah, he's great.
How about some clowning shots, Apollo?
Yeah, come on.
Does this look like a circus to you, man?
Come November, you're mine.
He's very upset.
See how smooth he moves there?
See how he pumps that jab into your eye?
Yeah.
You got guts to go back in the ring with him, kid.
Thanks a lot, Mick.
Your style's too easy to figure out.
Left-handed fighters are the worst.
They lead with their face mostly, trying to throw that big left.
The right's no damn good.
They ought to outlaw southpaws.
Why didn't you tell me this before?
I didn't want to hurt your feelings.
Now look...
to pull this miracle off...
you have to change everything.
You have to learn to be a right-handed fighter.
This will confuse Apollo, and it'll protect that bad eye.
I can't learn how to fight right-handed.
What's "can't"? There ain't no can't!
Now he will beat you uglier than you are now.
Listen. You start fighting right-handed.
Then you change sudden, and that will make history.
But first, you have to get demon speed.
Speed's what we need.
We need greasy, fast speed!
I'll show you a trick how to get some speed in them legs.
You have to wear that stinking sweatshirt?
It brings me luck.
It brings flies.
Now I want you to try-- Listen to me.
I want you to try to chase this little chicken.
Why do I got to chase a chicken? It's embarrassing.
First, because I said so.
Second, because chicken chasing is how we trained in the old days.
You catch this thing, you can catch greased lightning.
- Ready? - Yeah, I'd rather eat it than chase it.
- It ain't very mature, but you say so. - That's good.
Neither are you very mature.
- Now listen, get this thing. - I'm a fighter, not a farmer.
Come on at it. Go on and get him!
What's the matter with you?
pick him up!
You're so fast? Are you standing still?
Speed! Can't you catch a little chicken?
Run! Move your tail!
You look like a girl out there. What's the matter?
I feel like a Kentucky Fried idiot.
Wake up. Will you wake up?
Come on. Give it!
Rock, what's the matter with my sister?
I wish you'd go talk to her. Adrian don't like this none.
She started crying. She don't like me fighting.
What's with this domestic stuff?
Tend to business!
Jab that till it hurts.
Five hundred times without stopping! Do you hear me?
Mick, I want to use my other arm.
if you do, I'll chop it off. Is that clear?
I'll figure something.
I wish you would. I'd appreciate it.
- I'm sorry. Are you finished? - Yeah.
Can we go to work? That would be nice.
Now hit that bag. Jab it till it hurts. Go ahead!
Three, four--
I want 500 hard ones! Go!
Where was I, seven or eight?
Five, six.
One, two!
Come on, turn it over.
Snap it. That's it.
Dig!
All right, pick it up.
Come on, pick them up.
Faster!
Time!
Get up! Get me another one.
You have to ease up on these sparring partners.
You just get me another man.
Time!
What's the matter, that bag too fast for you?
You're going to pound that sass right out of him.
Last time, we should have won, but this time, you'll be scary, kid.
You're going to be a greasy, fast Italian monster!
You'll eat lightning and crap thunder.
We'll have to put you in a cage, kid.
Let's take a break, all right?
What break?
Where you going? We're not finished.
I said where the hell you going?
Talking to myself.
Speed!
Catch that punk!
Speed, damn it!
Can't you catch that little squirt? Cut him off!
Get the lead out! Move! Fast!
You look dead out there!
if you catch that speedball, you'll catch Creed easy.
Come on, move!
Time. Dead ass, get over here.
You sick, kid?
- What's the matter with you? - Nothing.
Let me tell you something, kid.
For a 45-minute fight...
you have to train hard...
for 45,000 minutes.
That's ten weeks, ten hours a day. You listening?
And you ain't even trained one!
What are you waiting for?
I don't know.
Suit yourself.
Yo, paulie, how you doing?
I'm worried about you. I been watching.
- Why? - Your head ain't screwed on right.
Come on, I'm doing okay. I've been thinking.
Would you like to work my corner? You want to get involved in this fight?
Get involved watching you get murdered?
I'm doing okay.
Come on! My sister has you so guilty, you're running all over the place.
- She'll be all right. - It ain't all right.
- It's okay. - It's not okay.
Just leave Adrian alone.
Kid, carry this.
Because I liked you better when you was carrying spit!
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that you're training like a ninth-rate pug...
who ought to be pumping gas in Jersey someplace.
I think I want to go take a shower.
That's a good idea.
Soak your head someplace.
Soak it good.
Adrian, where are you?
Yeah. What the hell you doing?
What do you mean?
About what?
About messing up that guy over there.
Don't start with me. I'm trying to keep him safe.
Feeding these goddamn squirrels?
Did I teach you to ditch the guy when he needs your help?
I can't believe my ears.
You didn't teach me anything.
And I never hurt Rocky.
You're messing up his brain real bad.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Don't tell me! He's going to get hurt because of you.
- That's not true. Don't say that! - I'm saying it.
- Come and tell him it's all right. - It's not all right!
If he goes blind, you walk away. I can't.
I love him, you don't!
What are you doing?
What's wrong? What's the matter?
Where are your guts?
What's your problem?
- My problem? - Yeah.
You got the problem, kid.
You got a ticker problem.
What's the matter? You got nothing left inside?
You're training like a damn bum.
You know that?
- "Bum"? - A bum!
Maybe you're right. Maybe I ain't got it no more.
All right, then don't you waste my time no more.
You hear that?
Go away! Go back to the docks where you belong!
You go back to being a two-bit nothing!
But don't you ever come back here again...
because I'm too old to waste my time...
trying to train a no-good loser like you, you bum!
Rock, they want you across the street.
- What's the matter? - Your wife's sick.
Mr. Balboa? I'm Dr. Cooper.
The baby is fine, even though it's a month premature.
- What is it? - It's a boy.
Holy smoke, I didn't know she could do it.
Yeah, how's Adrian? Where is Adrian?
She's had complications.
Like what?
Your wife was hemorrhaging when she was brought in.
The premature delivery was most likely caused by straining or overwork.
The sudden loss of blood has caused her to slip into a coma.
It's me.
They said you're very sick, but I don't want to believe that.
I believe you're just tired.
Don't worry about nothing. You just sleep as long as you want.
I'll be here when you wake up.
Come on. You're not doing any good here.
Let's go see the kid. Adrian would want it.
No, we got to see him together.
It's okay.
Mr. Balboa, visiting hours are over.
Can't I stay? I'll be quiet.
I'm sorry.
Hospital rules.
I can't do any more of this watching stuff.
Do you have a chapel?
Yes, we do.
Good night.
Hi, Rock.
It's 3:00 in the morning.
I went up to your house.
They told me you was here.
It's 3:00, kid.
That Adrian is a good girl.
Me, I'm sorry for both of you.
Ain't nothing I can do, is there?
Except...
I'd like to tell you something once...
and then I won't say it again.
You got another shot.
It's the second shot...
at the biggest title in the world.
You'll be swapping punches...
with the most dangerous fighter in the world.
And just in case...
your brain ain't working so good...
all this happens pretty soon...
and you ain't ready.
You're nowhere near in shape.
So I say...
for God's sake...
why don't you stand up and fight this guy hard like you done before?
That was beautiful!
But don't lay down in front of him like this...
like some kind of mongrel or something.
He'll kick your face in pieces!
That's right. This guy doesn't just want to win.
He wants to bury and humiliate you!
He wants to prove to the whole world...
it was nothing but some kind of a freak the first time out!
He said you're a onetime lucky bum!
Now...
I don't want to get mad...
in a biblical place like this...
but I think you're a hell of a lot more than that, kid.
But if you want to blow it...
if you want to blow this thing, I--
Damn it, I'll blow it with you.
if you want to stay here, I'll stay with you.
Yeah.
I'll stay and pray.
What I got to lose?
It's going to be okay.
"There ain't no other trail to the ranch, or no shorter one.
'Oh, yes, there is,' said Marvel.
'When I was a kid, I helped my old man...
trail some cattle up from the border.'"
Can you hear me?
Keep listening.
"After breakfast, Bruce watched the party get away on the chase.
He saw Cora and Kay and Bud...
start up the valley 15 minutes ahead of the others.
At the last minute, the girl--
Replied Olga, 'Buck Mason? Who is he?'
White pointed towards Marvel...
who was leading the horses to the corral."
I just wrote this thing for you, Adrian.
I don't know, maybe you'll like it.
I'll just read it.
"Remember when we was on ice skates...
And I thought you was supposed to be great...
But I kept giving you lip...
And you kept trying to slip...
So I could catch you...
And that was our first date...
And after that, every day was great...
So now I want you to know...
That wherever you go...
Atlantic City or in the snow...
Don't worry about a thing...
'Cause as long as I got this ring...
I'll always be there to catch you."
I knew you'd come back.
Thank God.
Anybody want a refill? It costs six bucks a bottle.
I don't need that. I ain't drinking now.
You haven't seen the baby?
- I was waiting to see him together. - I seen the kid.
The kid's a winner. He's got forearms like you.
- Yeah? - Here he is now. Look.
- Here's your mommy. - Oh, baby.
Is that it?
- I can't believe it. He's ours? - Yeah.
- He's really ours? - Thank you.
You done all the work.
I can't believe you done this!
Believe me, we did.
He ain't got a name. What do you want to call him?
paulie's a great name.
Yeah, paulie's a pretty good name.
What about after the father?
Rocky Junior?
- You really want to do that? - Yeah.
He's the best I've ever seen. You really done good.
You look so tired.
Why don't you go get some sleep?
No, I feel great.
I've been thinking.
if you don't want me mixing with Creed no more...
we'll make out some other kind of way.
- There's one thing I want you to do. - What?
Come here.
Win.
What are we waiting for?
Take this!
Faster!
Keep moving!
pick them up!
That's it.
Yeah!
- Speed! - Come on.
Don't be a slacker!
- Fifty-nine! - One more! push!
44, 45, 46...
yeah, 47, 48...
49, 50.
Again, kid!
All of it! Come on!
push! Don't give up! Get that olive oil out of you!
41, 42, 43--
46, 47--
push! Again!
Left! Right!
That a boy!
I did it!
That's speed!
Good night.
Come on.
Go!
Yeah!
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is Bill Baldwin...
speaking from the magnificent philadelphia Spectrum...
the site of Superfight II...
with Rocky Balboa, the challenger and Apollo Creed, the world champion.
My sidekick and partner toni ght, Stu Nahan.
Thank you. For those of you who are watching tonight's telecast...
we're going to see a real great battle...
in every sense of the word.
Don't worry about nothing.
It's okay.
I got to go.
I wish the doctor would let you go to this fight.
Me too.
You're the man. You're number one.
The champ, the best of all time.
The girls, men and old people love you.
Young people love you.
You're the best, and he's yours.
This bum shouldn't even be in the same ring with you.
I want you to show him who you are tonight. Stick him.
- You'll help with the baby, right? - I'll take care of everything.
Just take care of everything. You're in charge.
I'll take care of the dumb house. You'll be late for your own fight.
- Everything will be fine. - Maybe I better go fight now.
- I love you. - I love you too.
Adrian, I wish you could go.
The doctor said no. That's his instructions.
- Take care. - Good luck.
The champion has let it be known to the press...
that he's in the best shape of his illustrious career.
Rocky Balboa is a five-to-one underdog.
He's still a street brawler from philadelphia...
but can he repeat that incredible performance of ten months ago?
He took a real beating at the hands ofthe champion.
Father Carmine, you home?
It's me, Rocky Balboa. Yeah.
I'm going to the fight right now, but can you do me a small favor?
It's about the fight.
Now I got a family and a baby.
I was wondering if you could throw down a blessing...
so if I get beat up tonight, it won't be too bad?
Could you do something like that?
Thanks a lot, Father. I appreciate it. I have to go.
I'm so late. I'll see you at church, I hope.
Take care.
Run or I'll breakyour head!
Where you been? You lost your brains?
- We got a fight tonight. - I'm sorry. I'm here.
Remember that? Get dressed! There's a million people.
Stu, there are many rumors circulating about this fight.
The most obvious being a definite desire...
for Apollo to draw first blood, to end it quickly.
This would prove his claim that the last fight was a fluke.
Come on, lightning and thunder!
Hurricane!
- Get him. - I'm gonna get him.
- He's ours. - You're gonna get him.
It's time, kid.
Let's do it.
All right, I'm ready.
I think I'm getting a headache.
You are in perfect working condition. You are perfect.
- You look good too. - Thanks. And you look perfect.
Mick, in case I don't get a chance...
I want to say I'll be trying hard for you today.
Thank you.
Ain't this robe nice? It's better than last year.
- Remember that baggy one? - This is gorgeous. It's perfect.
- Yeah, it's real cute. I like it. - Yeah.
Here's Rocky Balboa heading toward the ring now.
Yes, sir. He's known to millions as the Italian Stallion.
He's making his way to the ring.
Why this fighter of limited ability has gained such popularity is a mystery.
He has an awful lot of backers here.
Balboa is wearing a black and gold robe.
He wore a red one last time from that meat packing plant.
Some said that was from the high school he never graduated from.
Thirty-one years of age. There he is shaking hands...
with the referee L ou Filippo.
We're waiting now for the champion to come into the ring.
This area is packed with Rocky's people.
I've never seen so many Italians in one place in my life.
- You said that, not me. - Rocky!
- These people are for you! - I appreciate it.
- Are you ready in here? - I think so.
Tonight's our night, kid.
By the sound of the crowd, the champion is just now entering the Spectrum.
The champion Apollo Creed looks a little more determined this time...
than he did the last time.
- It's Apollo. - Who did you expect?
I was hoping he wouldn't show.
The champ of all time!
Now the champion is climbing into the ring.
Very determined looking. Very serious right now.
Rocky doesn't look as confident.
Apollo Creed, master of disaster!
The greatest of all time!
You're going down.
Don't let it bother you, kid.
- Would it bother you? - Yeah.
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...
and welcome to the philadelphia Spectrum!
This is your main event of the evening:
15 rounds for the heavyweight championship of the world!
In the black corner, the challenger...
weighing 202 pounds...
from the great fighting city of philadelphia...
the Italian Stallion, Rocky Balboa!
And in the red corner...
weighing 220 pounds...
a champion who needs no introduction...
anywhere in the civilized world...
the true master of disaster...
the undefeated...
heavyweight champion of the world...
the one, the only--
Referee Lou Filippo will give the instructions.
Okay, boys, here are the instructions, and I expect you to follow them.
Watch your low punches and watch the kidney punches.
Watch your rabbit punches.
In case of a knockdown, you go to the corner I tell you to...
and stay there until I tell you to come out.
Understand? Okay, let's have a good fight.
You're going down.
Good luck to you.
- He's still upset. - Who cares? protect that eye.
No matter what happens...
don't go back to fighting southpaw till I tell you.
- You get him. - Rock, 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.
As Rocky Balboa prays in his corner...
the champion is dancing over in his corner.
We're seconds away from the fight of the century.
There's the bell.
The champion comes over in a hurry.
He throws a couple rights and lefts out there.
He takes command early. Now he motions.
Rocky's holding that right hand back.
- He's fighting right-handed! - I don't believe it.
The southpaw from philly is fighting right-handed!
Where's your damn jab?
protect that eye!
- Is that all you got? - Come on!
- Break it up! - You ain't got nothing!
- You ready to lay down? - A good right!
And another right and another thrown by the champion.
Three good rights stagger Balboa.
Here comes Balboa. A left and a right to the head.
Now back off the ropes.
Balboa appears to be getting hit often...
but he seems in pretty good condition.
A hard right thrown by the champion! Another right!
Balboa is in trouble now!
He is in trouble taking rights and lefts...
as the champion begins to open up.
That was a tremendous right hand! Balboa is down!
Get back.
We see a cut over that bad left eye. Remember from the first fight?
That's the eye that was cut last time. Balboa getting up rather shakily.
Go get him!
Go after him, kid!
Yeah.
The champion starts to move in again.
He's taking those punches pretty well.
Now Balboa is coming right back!
Across the ring and into the ropes. Coming out, he looks at him.
Balboa is tagged with left and right combinations by the champion.
- There's the bell. - There's the end of the round.
There's a lot of bad blood between these two.
Good round.
- I can't believe it. - What?
He broke my nose again.
Balboa's in great shape to withstand that butchering.
That's just what it is: plain old butchering.
Did the switching bother you?
- Nothing bothered me. - Then you should have had him.
You can't be hurt because you are too tough.
Don't let up on this man. This man is dangerous.
I'm dangerous!
- That guy is great. - No, he's only a man.
You can beat him because you're a tank kid.
You're a greasy fast, 200-pound Italian tank!
Go through him! Run over him!
I'm a tank. I'm gonna get him.
- This is it, man! - You're the best.
Here we go with round two.
The champion comes back out.
He's leading across again starting with a left.
A left to the chin, a left to the head.
Coming around now. He's holding that right hand.
He's got it cocked, just waiting for that precise moment.
There it is! He unloads, but here comes Balboa!
- You can't hurt me. He can't hurt me! - Break it up.
- Break clean. - The champion motioning for Balboa.
You're too slow!
Get your cameras ready. Watch this. He's going down.
Here it comes.
Down he goes!
Get up, Rock!
Balboa, for the second time, is down and struggling to get up.
- Just stay down there, chump. - Back up.
- I told you! - Beautiful!
Seven, eight.
protect that eye, kid! Get at it! The body!
- Let's go. - You're a tank!
I told you!
Here comes the champion.
One, two now!
Here's a left and a right. He's got him back in the corner!
Here comes Balboa again! Where does he get that stamina?
He's got the champion trapped in one corner!
He's trading lefts and rights!
Keep it up! Keep at him!
- I'm standing here! - They're taunting each other!
The round is over, but they're taunting each other!
Everybody in the audience better get ready for World War III.
I ain't going down no more.
That a boy. Go get him.
Come on, kid!
That don't hurt. Fight!
Break it up.
The champion again with combinations to the head.
That was another round for Creed.
Creed is piling up the points.
Hit him.
Another round for Apollo Creed.
Here comes Balboa again into the corner!
- Lefts and rights to the midsection! - Get out of there!
pound the body.
He's won another round. He begins to taunt Balboa again.
- Creed coming right back. - Come on!
Get out!
I have to give that round to Balboa.
What's on Apollo Creed's mind now? He's lost his first round.
Go for it!
Hands up! Just stick and move!
This man is breaking you up inside! Keep your hands up!
Hit him back!
I thought he took a beating ten months ago...
but tonight is twice as bad.
Another round for the champion.
His left eye is closed. Now bust him. Keep working on him.
- Stay away from him. - Don't let him breathe! Get him!
Balboa is taking another beating in the corner.
Another round forthe champion.
You've got him beat on points. You understand? Stick and move!
- He's gonna fall. - Don't go for the knockout!
He's breaking you up inside.
- How's that eye? - It works.
- Can you do much more with that? - I know what I'm doing!
You get in trouble one more time--
- please don't stop nothing. - Let me stop it.
- You're getting killed out there. - It's my life.
Apollo is well ahead. If he stays away, he retains the title.
- Just stick and move. Understand? - It ain't gonna be like last time.
- You got three minutes. - Now switch to southpaw.
- No tricks. I ain't switching. - Yeah, but you're fading, kid.
- I don't need no tricks. - All right.
- I ain't switching. - You have a plan. You have to switch.
He's ready, believe me.
Don't go for the knockout! You got it won!
They come to the center ofthe ring for the 15th and final round.
- You're going down. - No way.
Here we go. Let's see what Creed does now.
Creed is moving in on Balboa.
- He's going for the knockout. - The champion comes out jabbing.
- He's sticking that left hand out. - The champion is beating Balboa!
Now!
Balboa nearly floored the champ! A hook caught the exhausted champ!
- Yeah! - Creed doesn't know where he is!
Balboa's staggering from exhaustion!
A right to the head of the champion! Another right and a left to the head!
Stay away from him!
He's won this thing if he stays away, but now it's Creed coming back.
- Creed with a left hand! - Don't box with him!
What's keeping these two guys up?
- A tremendous close to this fight! - Now!
Get away!
-They're toe-to-toe. -I don't know why the champ is fighting!
Go for it!
One!
Two!
- If neither gets up, it's a draw. - Three!
Creed will win the title automatically!
- Four! - Get up, man!
Get on your feet!
- Five! - Get up.
- Balboa reaches for another-- - Get up!
- Six! - Each fighter trying to beat the count!
- The champ is trying to get up! - Seven!
- Eight! - Get up!
- Nine!
The champ is still-- He's down!
Ten! You're out!
Rocky Balboa has shocked the world!
He is the new heavyweight champion of the world!
Ladies and gentlemen!
In a stunning upset...
scoring the win by knockout...
the new heavyweight champion of the world...
- Rocky Balboa! - You're great.
Good luck.
Excuse me.
I can't believe this has happened.
I want to say thanks to Apollo for fighting me.
I want to thank Mickey for training me.
- We love you, Rock! - Yeah, I love you too.
Most of all, I want to thank God.
Except for my kid being born...
this is the greatest night in the history of my life.
I just want to say one thing to my wife who's home.
Yo, Adrian, I did it!
I love you.