undefeated
heavy-weight champion of
the world, Mason "The Line" Dixon.
Alright, gentlemen.
Alright, Mason.
Rocky, we went the
rules at the dresser room.
I expect a good clean fight,
watch for kidney punches,
rabbit punches, those low blows,
be careful with those, alright?
Gimme good sportsmen-like combat.
Remember, gentlemen a fair, but a firm!
Touch your gloves.
Enjoy the ride.
Champion's not in the best
shape we've seen him in.
Maybe just plans to pound this winning,
and go home early.
That wouldn't be a surprise.
Love you, kid. Glad you could make it.
One thing about Rocky we know for sure:
this guy's showing up in shape!
The old man's crazy!
You know what, he's
gotta be crazy, he's in here.
Okay.
You just take it easy,
this is an exhibition, alright?
- Alright, alright.
- You'll tune it.
You got three rounds to set a pace now,
every time you hit him,
you gonna make a damp.
Got it.
The moments before Rocky Balboa
fight. I can't believe it's here!
Round one begins. If old George Foreman,
shocked the world with one
punch, why can't be Rocky Balboa?
And as much the excitement
as the race in the arena,
there's a sense of foreboding as well.
And now, Mason "The Line"
Dixon goes to work with his jab,
as though he's fighting against
the number one challenger,
in the heavy-weight division.
See, this is to be expected early on.
You knew the champ is
gonna control the distance
with his jab, his height, his range.
Balboa, looking to get
a shot, misses wildly!
You like that?
It looks like a speed bag
against a punching bag.
Now Rocky is understandably frustrated,
he came out of retirement
to get into a fight.
The guy's named Rocky,
don't like to be toyed with.
One punch can still turn it around.
Apparently, he forgot his
arthritis meds this morning!
Rocky misses.
There's a meat-seeking missile
from the jab by the champ.
Pour pinpoint dance by Dixon.
There's a hard right hand
and a left and a right by Balboa!
He prised Dixon into the
rope with a series of shots.
And the crowd goes insane!
C'mon!
C'mon!
Dixon punishing Balboa
for the temerity of landing those shots.
It's toe to toe in the corner,
Balboa and Dixon letting it all go.
Balboa landing hook combination
to the head of the champion.
A wake-up call for Dixon.
- Are you alright?
- I'm alright, yeah!
Sit down.
Man's got bricks in his gloves!
What happened to your
angry stuff in the basement?
It's still there, it's still there!
Well, he came to battle you, okay?
Listen to me!
Things that he bomb in your body
he can break, he's gonna do it!
His bomb breaks too.
- Alright? Give the man a little respect!
- What about my respect?
Rocky box numbers
tell a ghostly story here.
Balboa landed 9 to 13
punches in that round.
Dixon landed an incredible...
...59 out of 69!
Are you listening to me?
Rocky's been here a
million times before.
Coming out to start another round,
after he took a beating.
- Remember what I said, okay?
- I won't...I won't.
Rocky's tired. His legs are
going fast or already gone.
And what's truly extraordinary,
is that Rocky can still take it!
The Boxing Comission, which remember
was criticized for licensing again,
will be massacred if
something happen to Rocky.
And a monstrous straight left hand!
Down goes Rocky, and that could
conceivably be the end of the fight.
That could be the
exhibition right there, but no.
Balboa up.
As referee Joe Cortez asks if he
wants to continue, and Rocky says yes!
Even Rocky Balboa could be
too brave for his own good.
Dixon comes right
back to try to finish it!
Balboa almost went down.
Rocky actually shuts Dixon back.
As Dixon lands these brutal shots.
Cover up! Cover up!
Open shots at close
range right and left hands,
and down goes Balboa,
perhaps for the last time,
in his fighting career.
That should do it.
4, 5, 6, 7...
- Get up, get up!
- Eight.
Nine.
- How do you feel, man? You OK?
- Alright, alright.