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

fighting.

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.

BLACK FIGHTER:

(to cornerman)

... I'm gonna bust his head

wide open!

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.

CORNERMAN:

(lackluster)

... Ya waltzin' -- Give the

suckers some action.

ROCKY:

Hey --

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