INT. BLUE DOOR FIGHT CLUB - NIGHT
SUPERIMPOSE OVER ACTION... "NOVEMBER 12, 1975 - PHILADELPHIA"
... The club itself resembles a large unemptied trash-can.
The boxing ring is extra small to insure constant battle.
The lights overhead have barely enough wattage to see who is
In the ring are two heavyweights, one white the other black.
The white fighter is ROCKY BALBOA. He is thirty years old.
His face is scarred and thick around the nose... His black
hair shines and hangs in his eyes. Rocky fights in a
plodding, machine-like style. The BLACK FIGHTER dances and
bangs combinations into Rocky's face with great accuracy.
But the punches do not even cause Rocky to blink... He grins
at his opponent and keeps grinding ahead.
The people at ringside sit on folding chairs and clamor for
blood... They lean out of their seats and heckle the fighters.
In the thick smoke they resemble spectres. Everyone is
hustling bets... The action is even heavier in the balcony.
A housewife yells for somebody to cover a two dollar bet.
The BELL RINGS and the fighters return to their corner...
Somebody heaves a beer can into the ring.
The Black Fighter spits something red in a bucket and sneers
across the ring at Rocky.
... I'm gonna bust his head
In Rocky's corner he is being assisted by a shriveled,
balding CORNERMAN, who is an employee of the club... He
works on Rocky without any enthusiasm.
... Ya waltzin' -- Give the
suckers some action.
Ya movin' like a bum -- Want
some advice --
... Just gimme the water.
A FIGHT FAN rushes up to Rocky... He is sixty-five, with
yellow teeth and wearing sunglasses.
Should I bet the fight don't
go the distance -- Ya feel
... Ya want some good advice?
... I just want the mouthpiece.
The BELL RINGS... Rocky makes the sign of the cross. The
fighters engage in battle. The other fighter grabs Rocky in
a clinch and purposely butts him... The butt opens a bleeding
cut on the corner of Rocky's eye.
Rocky becomes furious over the foul and drives a flurry into
the man's body... Rocky slams the man on the jaw and the
fighter is out for the night. The fans throw rubbish into
the ring. Rocky ignores it.
The fans loudly go about collecting bets. The referee does
not bother to even count the fighter out and drags him under
the ropes where he is placed on a stretcher. Two new
fighters enter the ring. Rocky slips on a tattered robe.
Embroidered clumsily on the back is, "The Italian Stallion."
Winner, Rocky Balboa -- Next a
six rounder between local
Without pomp Rocky climbs out of the ring and bums a
cigarette from a spectator... The fighter on the stretcher
passes behind him. He watches for a moment and continues up
the aisle... Before he even reaches the rear of the club the
BELL RINGS and the next fight has already begun... Rocky
fades into the darkness of the rear of the club.
THE TITLE CREDITS END:
INT. DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Rocky has nearly completed dressing and reaches into his
locker for his hat... Also in the dingy room are ten other
fighters... Two taped fighters talk shop in the corner.
... Tomorrow me an' my woman
are gonna tip on down to
Atlantic City, man.
... It's cold, Bro'.
... That's right, I got the
city to myself...
Another paces nervously... Two other fighters shadowbox and
spit nervously on the floor.