Rocko! C'mon!
He convinces Cortez he
wants to keep fighting.
Dixon's pointing the ref to end it.
Rocky waving his arm to say he's fine!
Let it go, let it go!
And Balboa comes back
with a left and a right,
and bows Dixon into the ropes,
for the second round in a row!
And back comes Dixon
with brutal left hand shot.
Dixon hurt his hand there!
Go after him!
This is Rocky's best chance
right here, the champ
obviously just turning
his hand on Rocky's rib.
And Balboa immediately
going to work to the body!
Huge right hook.
Balboa ripping the way Dixon's body.
These are big punches.
Yes!
Rocky Balboa has knocked the
reigning heavy-weight champion down!
- Two, three...
- You hurt him, Rocky!
Mason the Line Dixon
has never taken this kind
of punishment in his
entire professional career!
Maybe he's fearing that guy, but the
body shots nearly caved in his ribs.
Balboa is thinking knock-out himself!
Another counter hook by
Balboa followed by two more!
Dixon fires back his own hooks.
- Now Rocky's stunned.
- All along the ropes...
...as round two comes to a close.
I mean a giant turmoil into the ring!
Incredible!
You're alright!
Welcome to Rockyland!
- How's the hand?
- My hand's broken.
We lose, it's your ass. Your ass!
It will numb up on you, alright?
It will numb up in a few rounds.
Once the hand numbs up,
Dixon's gonna be able to throw it hard.
Until then, here's Rocky's chance.
You can do it!
Take the pain, champ.
Hey, stay on! Everybody thought
this was a joke, including me!
Now nobody's laughing!
Stay on, you go get him!
Go out strong!
Keep him up there.
That's it, that's it!
You won that round, break him down!
Bomb him, bomb him!
Yeah!
Just keep throwing the bomb!
Come on!
You can do it!
Yeah, go on.
Go to him, run over him.
Unload on him.
Dig down, Mason!
There's nearly nothing
left on the table, guys.
The fans are still standing.
They'll not be able to
sit down for a week.
You're doing great.
I can do better. I feel good.
He's okay?
I've gotten worse.
Toe to toe, one round to go.
Who would have
believed this was possible?
Can you see out of your eye?
Wait, let me talk, let me
talk! Look at me, look at me!
Don't take any more chances
out there than you have to.
There's nothing more to prove, pop.
There's nothing more to prove!
I gotta go out, the way I gotta go out.
You can do it, Rocko!
- You can do it, Rocko!
- One more round, we go home.
Okay, then do it.
There's an old saying
that every great champion
has one great fight left in their own.
And Rocky is proving it, so far.
Come on, let's go
guys. Touch your gloves.
Rocko! The last round of your life!
- Come on, guys.
- The last round!
Come on, touch your gloves. Let's go.
- You're one crazy old man!
- You'll get there.
Let's go.
Tenth round of a scheduled ten.
Who would ever have
dreamed that Rocky Balboa
would still be in this quoit
exhibition against the
heavy-weight champion of the world?
You can do it, come on!
This fight is what goes Dixon got
on the job training and courage.
Cover up, cover up.
They're both in a pain freeze-up,
these guys to fight in
another dimension by that.
Unbelief, Balboa's just walking
straight into the Dixon's punches!
Target practice for Dixon.
They're exchanging right hooks.
Balboa's thrilled, here comes Dixon.
He's exhausted punching the man.
Rocky's sprawling out, Mas'!
What is it you said to the kid?
It ain't about how hard you hit.
It's about how hard you can get hit,
and keep movin' forward.
How much you can take,
and keep movin' forward.
Get up.
Let's go, get up!
Get up.
Another monster body shot.
Come on, Rocky! Shovel with his head.
Just two minutes to go!
The crowd is astonished
that Balboa got up!
- Come on, Come on!
- Kill him, all the way through.
...and retaliate with fury!
Chop him down!
Come on, Rocky, come on!
Take him out now.
They're trading shots again!
Balboa's trying anything,