Chapter 3.
A/N: Tribute show time! It may seem at odds because I've never written anything like this before. And I've practised. This is the best that I could come up with.
"Aye I'm gonna go get some weights or sumfink' cause there ain't much here is there"
Tool handed him some keys and said;
"Go to Barneys place. That will. Oh the address... eh I dunno I only know where abouts it is but all I know is it's the big farmhouse at the end of town" Tool tried to explain.
"The big black one? I think I know where it is. Passed it on the way up here... Oh forgot about these!" Mickey handed him a credit card.
"That's your credit card. After you left I practically sold everything but the house but I let it out... so you know"
"Cheers" Rocky said genuinely. Rocky turned to leave and go to his/ Barneys place to go train.
"Wait! I want to go" said Lee. No one but Tool had ever actually been inside Barney's farmhouse. They'd been in the barn which had been turned into a plane hangar.
"No you don't" said Tool, "I do". He said it sternly so Lee wouldn't argue. Lee scowled at him.
"Fine" But he perked up when he remembered the tribute show.
"Could I come?" asked Mickey.
"Sure" said Rocky, Tool nodding in approval.
The guys waited until Rocky had driven out the truck to his place. Then they dragged chairs and randomly piled them around the TV to watch the tribute show.
Tribute Show start:
"Rocky Balboa disappeared over six years ago. Never found, so every year from now we will show you a tribute to the great Hero"
Pictures of a younger Rocky flashed across the screen. The other gaped in shock; he was just as muscled as Caesar back then.
"Rocky 'The Italian Stallion' Balboa rose from nothing, the dredges of Philadelphia. He took on opponents almost twice his size and skill. Hulk Hogan, Ivan Drago and Apollo Creed, may he rest in peace, are the best of many examples".
The pictures of the men they mentioned flashed across the screen and they flinched. They thought of the pain these men could dish out to someone a lot smaller them.
"We are going to go through some of his best matches... some of his interviews and even interviews with Mickey Goldmill, Adrian Balboa and his son, Robert Balboa jr"
They stared, eyes glued to the TV as pictures of a woman, a boy and clearly a younger Mickey.
"First we are going to give you some history:
Born on the 6th of July 1946 Robert Balboa went to public school in the town of Philadelphia, he never graduated and instead led off into a rather crime based career. A loan collector working for The Cut throats led by a man nicknamed Gazzo. He trained at an old gym that gym was owned by Mickey Goldmill... former boxer trainer, he saw potential in Rocky and trained him. Now we know him as surely the closest thing to a perfect boxer yet"
A tall man with white hair was sat in the middle of a room accompanied by another man with black hair.
"So Ivan Drago, you fought Rocky did you not?"
"Yes I did" answered the white haired man with a strong Russian accent.
"Was he a tough component?"
"Yes, his stamina was phenomenal... it won him the fight" The Russian sounded disgruntled.
"Mmm, you were declared unbeatable... but Rocky did it. Now let's watch that match..."
Suddenly the camera changed. The quality wasn't all too good but was no worse than what it was in the eighties.
Two boxers were in the ring. One six foot odd and blonde, a huge mountain of muscle, who looked scarily alike Gunnar.
"Woah he looks like you" Lee said shocked.
"I must break you" The blonde giant said to Rocky as the hit their gloves together.
Rocky looked determined.
Dings ding ding!
They saw Drago lumber forward while Rocky darted forward and tried to go through the others defences. But Drago just pounded into Rocky. And he continued to do so through the next thirteen rounds but in the fifteenth round...
Rocky started pummelling the giant. Punch after punch after punch. The giant Russian started to falter until finally he collapsed to Rocky's superior stamina. They saw Rocky thank the audience and were overpowered with respect and awe.
1 and a half hour later:
They had seen so many fights now they had lost track, so many interviews they forgot the answers. They hear so much past information that it all blurred into their minds.
And as one they thought: we will help Rocky train, we will get his son's killer. Rocky don't want to kill but sure as hell Barney would and possibly Rambo.
"And now our tribute is at its end we wish you goodbye and don't ever forget the Eye of the Tiger!"
At that the voice drifted off while The Eye of the Tiger by Survivor started playing.
"Good Jesus... that was bloody brilliant" Lee told them.
"No mistake" Yin agreed.
Caesar shook his head in disbelief.
"He says never give up, no matter how hard you get hit... just keep coming back, go at it and that is how you win" Toll said drifting off towards the end.
"I knew he could have done all that now... never mind thirty odd years ago" Gunnar said confidently.
"That's why The Line beat 'im then?"
"Meh I still stand by what I say"
"Sure Gunnar" Lee finished.
A/N: Another short chapter. Sorry! I started watching Rambo 1,2 &3 and got distacted.