#Rocky III

[masteremeraldholder]

some (bad) memes for rocky i-iv bc i've never watched v or vi lol. i spent way too much time on these smh

#rocky #rocky 1976 #meme #memes #rocky ii #rocky iii #rocky iv #words from m.e.

[aagciii]

Rocky III (1982) - Sylvester Stallone/Rocky Balboa

#rocky iii #sylvester stallone #rocky balboa #film

[retropopcult]

"It’s July 1982 and your mom gave you enough money for 2 movies. What are you gonna see?" - reddit user Quick_Presentation11

#retro #1980s #movie theater listings #Blade Runner #E.T. #Raiders of the Lost Ark #An Officer and a Gentleman #The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas #Six Pack #Tron #Rocky III #star trek the wrath of khan #Poltergeist #night shift

[sslimbo]

There is no tomorrow.

#carl weathers #2024 #rocky #rocky iii #rocky 3 #apollo creed #sylvester stallone #1982

[coolthingsguyslike]

#Clubber Lang #Rocky Balboa #Rocky III #chess #boxing #Mr. T #Sylvester Stallone #1982

[monkey-network]

Rest in Power, Carl Weathers. You were THE Apollo Creed

#Carl Weathers #RIP #Rest in Power #Apollo Creed #Rocky III #Rocky 3 #this trilogy would've been nothing without him

[ladyclaytons]

Been watching the Rocky series (thru Rocky Balboa) and started thinking about Rocky and Adrian. I can't imagine how broken Rocky was immediately after Adrian's death. He was so distraught while she was in a coma after having Rocky Jr. When he saw her in that hospital bed, he nearly lost it. He sat by her side and didn't leave or sleep until she woke up. Then, in Rocky III, Rocky completely broke down and sobbed over Mick's body once he realized he was gone. In Rocky Balboa, all it took was Paulie mentioning Adrian's death to bring Rocky to tears. Paulie had to talk him down. Rocky loved Adrian so deeply and, based off the things we saw on screen, I can't imagine how he reacted to or handled her death in that moment. If they had included those scenes in Rocky Balboa, I know Sy would have killed it, but Rocky was probably barely functioning during that time.

#rocky balboa #adrian balboa #rocky ii #rocky #rocky iii #sylvester stallone #talia shire #mickey goldberg #rocky series

[theactioneer]

Rocky pinball flyer (Gottlieb, 1982)

#sylvester stallone #rocky balboa #rocky iii #pinball #80s movies #boxing #vintage ads

[wwprice1]

RIP Carl Weathers. An absolute legend!

#apollo creed #rocky balboa #rocky iii #carl weathers #sylvester stallone #rocky #rip carl weathers

[sonimage1965]

#rip #burt young #rocky iii

[punster-2319]

Bored, so what’s your Top 10 favorite 80s movies? Here’s my Top 10:

1. Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

2. Die Hard (1988)

3. The Terminator (1984)

4. The Little Mermaid (1989)

5. Caddyshack (1980)

6. Rocky III (1982)

7. Airplane! (1980)

8. Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987)

9. The Land Before Time (1988)

10. The Fox and the Hound (1981)

#random #80s movies #1980s movies #top 10 favorites #who framed roger rabbit #die hard #the terminator #the little mermaid #caddyshack #rocky iii #airplane! #planes trains and automobiles #the land before time #the fox and the hound

[quinnsteria]

literally tag yourself

#rocky #apollo creed #rocky ii #rocky iii #rocky iv #carl weathers #im the count of monte fisto

[abduloki]

Rocky III (1982)

Acknowledging that your fear exist is the first step to recovering from a trauma. The next step is identifying what you fear exactly and why. Only then can you figure out ways to overcome it, or it will plague you for the rest of your life.

#rocky #rocky III #rocky 3 #rocky balboa #slyvester stallone #adrian pennino #talia shire #80s #life #life struggles #life lessons #fear #trauma #recovery #back to the 80s #bring back the 80s

[colorfultyrantearthquake]

Hold me close (Rocky Balboa x Fem!reader)

Part I

Description: Suffering loss; Rocky lacks motivation, his trust in himself and his belief in his power. Will he comeback like he always does? Will you have a role in it?

Warnings: Self conflict, self doubt, self criticism, depression, panick attack, anxiety, mentions of physical pain, overthinking, frustration.

Words: 1k+

Setting: not precise, it best suits the 3rd/5th parts if you want to build certain tragic circumstances to justify his depressed state, but no kid or wife.

Note: Hi everyone! I've been searching for some Rocky fics for a while now but haven't found much tbh, so I thought I could write one hehe.

{If anyone reads this or finds it interesting, I'd be delighted to have a feedback. Have fun and thanks in advance!}

Rocky's eyes fluttered open.

Feeling heavy all over, he stares at the ceiling for a good amount of time. Rolling over to his side, eyes shut with face buried into the pillow, he felt his brain go instantly into overdrive.

Rocky felt like throwing up, he was so beaten, not physically, but emotionally, he felt the world's weight on his chest: "If it was on my shoulders I would've carried it better than that." He muttered into the pillow, covering his face with his arm, he felt like crying, wanted to rip this feeling off his chest and become the free strong-willed stallion he's always been.

But this time was different.

After everything he's done, everything he's been through, Rocky always finds himself hitting rock bottom, over and over and over; he lost count. Returning to his first apartment made him sick like he's never been. After all this time and hard work? He only wanted to prove himself to himself, to the world, to everybody, that he deserves to live as much as he fought.

Groaning, he lift himself off the bed, sitting on it's side.

"Yo, get your ass up, you're not gonna be a bum now will ya!" He heard a thought.

" I CAN'T THINK, I CAN'T LIVE, I'M TIRED, I'M BROKE, I DON'T WANT TO FIGHT NO MORE. LET. ME. BE."

Rocky felt his brain splitting in half, wincing at the very loud angry voices sparring in him. He went to the fridge, frame hunched and shoulders slouch, opening it only to find a can of beer, two eggs and a cupcake. Slamming it shut, he went to the mirror, looking at his reflection, his stomach twisted in pain.

Face pale white, once brown eyes became cold and dark, little bags with small red cuts adorned his eyes, hair untamed and almost losing it's shine. Rocky felt afraid, he can't reach the fighter within him, he can't find a cause no more.

No more going to the gymnasium or walking around the city, his doubts of having all these matches being set-ups and the feeling that he wasn't as good as he thought he was turned him into someone he doesn't know, he also went bankrupt already, he never minded losing money, but now it feels like a punch in his guts.

All gone. After all this effort.

Rocky couldn't control his fear anymore, couldn't face it either, he didn't know how to deal with it, all this depression thing was new to him, and it was taking its toll visibly, he always felt frustrated, like there was some angry power buried in his arms.

Every feeling hit him sharply, precisely, like a punch that's been practiced for years, only for him.

Rocky felt waves and jabs of pain everywhere: his heart, abdomen, ribs, lungs, back, face. Falling to his knees, his chest heaved, fighting to take his breath, he felt his vision blur slightly at the beginning.

"I... I can't do this anymore." He whispered, weakness taking over him, worn out, he felt everything all at once, he wasn't used to feeling weak or scared. He didn't want to be broken.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE."

Punching the floor while shouting, every word followed by a punch. Rocky felt hot tears stream down his face, his hands shaking with his body, muscles trembling from the effort and anxiety, feeling his vision swirl and breath slowing; he collapsed on the floor consumed by the void.

"I. CAN'T. DO. THIS. ANYMORE." you heard a loud, masculine shout fill the silence around you, accompanied with various strong punches and a thud as you took the chocolate cake out of the oven. Your cat looked at you in shared curiousity.

You knew there weren't many neighbours in the building, almost none. And the one directly above you was the one and only: Rocky Balboa.

You never really talked much, you knew he had turtles and loved them deeply, you have always been fond of his childlike demeanor, his angelic baby-face, yet you were infatuated with the fighter he became when in action.

Having only talked once or twice, you never got the guts to knock on his door or invite him for beer or coffee, you could barely wave at him when you see him running out of your window, you always felt something at the pit of your stomach when you saw him, you never hang around him long enough to figure out what it was. You weren't the only one who loved Rocky, everybody did, he was everybody's hope, everybody's hero, yet you always felt safe knowing you were in the same space.

You've seen him play countless times, you knew he always had a good and cheerful spirit through ups and downs, no matter how hard his downs were, no matter how frequent they were, you knew how strong he was capable of holding his ground.

So to say you were surprised was an understatement.

You waited for a while, letting the cake cool off, you stumbled closer to where your ceiling was hit, you didn't see much damage only microcracks.

"No way." You stood on your tiptoes to check again, pushing your glasses up your nose for better sight.

Nothing. Absolutely no damage done.

Now you felt concerned.

For a shy, introverted, extremely calm girl, that was a very intense situation. Loud was never your language, you understood it, could handle it, but never use it. You hesitated, pacing back and forth, weighing the possibilities.

"He could be hurt," you paced, "or he could be completely fine." You thought, biting your nails.

"He could be training, it doesn't have to be something serious, right?" You asked your cat who looked at you, confused, as you kept rubbing your hands together stressfully.

Ten more minutes passed without any sign of life coming from upstairs.

Feeling the cold December air seep through the small cracks in your apartment, you were left with no choice.

Grabbing your scarf you put it tight around your neck with your coat, you put slices of the fresh cake you made in a plate -you didn't want to check on him empty handed-, took your keys and went out closing the door way too fast before your cat bolts out.

Taking a deep breath, you took the stairs step by step until you reached his door.

"1818" you whispered as your eyes lingered on the numbers atop of the door, a small barely noticed sign hung beside the door.

"Robert "Rocky" Balboa" you read his name quietly, your thoughts halted as you started worrying.

"Should I call him Robert? Or just Rocky?" You thought as your palms started sweating. "Should I say Mr. Balboa instead?" You scoffed at your silly thoughts.

"Just knock... He could be dead."

Swallowing after your last thought, your nerves getting the best of you, you gather the strength, inhale, and finally, knock on his door three times.

"Uhh, Mr. Robert?"

Rocky's ears twitched, his head and body heavy as if he was hit by a bus, just like the morning after a fight. He felt like an open wound that won't stop bleeding.

"I wanna make sure you're...okay?" The voice was muffled, yet he could hear it close, the statement coming out more as a question.

Rocky groaned as he came to his surroundings. He fought to open his eyes and lift himself off the ground, feeling his hand ache along with his body, his whole being throbbing with pulse.

Rocky got up, swayed a little before leaning on the wall until his vision cleared. He didn't know how to save himself, he felt drowning.

Taking deep breaths, trying to remember what happened to him and how did he end up with bruised hands, a sweaty body and a slightly cracked floor, when the voice spoke again.

"I'm sorry if I'm causing any disturbance. I heard a heavy thud and just wanted to know if I could help with-"

The door flew open suddenly, catching you off guard mid-sentence.

Looking up, you saw Rocky standing, hair messed up, face white as a ghost and full of sweat, dark and cold irises greeted you, unlike the warm chocolate brown you remember.

Eyes swollen with his lids slightly down, baby cuts with bags around them, your eyes traveled to his hands, they were both red, no scratches, no blood, just red, one hand had slightly bruised knuckles, one cheek was a shade darker than his hands.

You guessed that this is the one he fell on.

"Anything I could do for you?" You heard his voice, deep and gravely, heavy with his Italian accent adorned with heavy breaths, it wasn't friendly, but if you weren't home you would've thought he was only training. You didn't know if he recognized you in whatever state he was in.

The plate of cake shaking the slightest bit in your hands, he was taller than you -most definitely-, clad in a white tank top that did nothing to hide his physique, tall firm legs hugged by grey sweats which weren't tight, but completely fair.

You didn't know what to say, you only stared for a lifetime and felt like a complete idiot.

"I-, I didn't mean to- uh, bother you!" You stuttered and exclaimed quickly, being met with unfased eyes, you were extremely uncomfortable, why was he doing this? You weren't sure if he was really hurt or if he was just letting off steam.

Suddenly feeling like it was absolutely none of your business, you couldn't explain how worried you were.

"I'm sorry I thought you needed something... or help....or someone........ This is a really bad idea." Shifting your weight from one foot to another, gazing into the plate like a black hole, squirming under his gaze, you felt your hands sweat as anxiety bubbled in your stomach.

"I don't know what to say I'm- I'm sorry I'm sure it's a misunderstanding...." You breathed heavily.

"I'm gonna leave this here I hope you like it thankyousomuch!"

Giving him no chance to respond, you shut your eyes tightly, pushing the plate straight into his hands, running hurriedly down to your apartment....

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I guess that's the first part! I'm not sure what this will turn into but I hope it goes smooth, it won't be long however, three parts max.

Hope you enjoyed this one, feedback is always appreciated <3

#sylvester stallone #sly #sly stallone #slystallone #Rocky #rocky #rocky balboa #balboa #rocky x reader #sylvester x reader #sylvester stallone x reader #female reader #romance #80s #70s #rockyfic #slyfic #Sylvester Stallone fic #rocky iv #rocky iii #rockyii #rockyi #boxing #Rocky series #rockybalboa #anxeity #rocky fic #neighbours #rocky balboa x reader #rocky balboa x female reader

[rolandrockover]

No Easy Come Down

80's movies week, still.

That little intro to When Your Walls Come Down always sounded to me like No Easy Way Out by John Tepper from the Rocky IV soundtrack (1). You know, from the sequence where Sylvester Stallone, quite agitated, races through the streets in his Lamborghini Jalpa 3500 and reflects in a wonderful video montage deeply about the past.

There was also this little middle sequence in which he apparently finds himself in a certain limbo for a few moments after this strainful rollercoaster of emotions, accompanied by this with that catchy playful echo picking, or whatever real musicians call it (2).

No matter how far-fetched this may sound, I know this stylistic device was already popularized at the time by Pink Floyd's The Wall (1979), but also, and lo and behold, by Survivor's Eye of the Tiger (1982) for a presumably even wider audience, which gives us the second accurate reference to a Rocky movie. Add Sword and Stone's more than coincidental similarities to Survivor's Burning Heart from the Rocky IV soundtrack, and I think with probabability itself I've gained a loyal ally on my side.

And I'm not even mentioning the similarity in meaning between the two song titles, if you just think about it in a broader context.

Side Note:

(1) Let's all be honest for a moment, it can't be that I'm the only person on this planet who has thought this thought for the past 30 years and more? Isn't it terrible to have a notion in your head over such a long period of time while listening to a particular piece of music and never ever pronounce it?

(2) I have no idea what it's called, I do make music occasionally and play one instrument or another, but I'm pretty sure I'm a lifetime away from being able to call myself a musician.

Highlighted links should be as natural as Rocky's swollen eyes after a fight:

When Your Walls Come Down (1987)

No Easy Way Out (1985)

#Kiss #Paul Stanley #Adam Mitchell #Bruce Kulick #When Your Walls Come Down #Crazy Nights #1987 #Ron Nevison #Robert Tepper #No Easy Way Out #Rocky IV #Rocky IV OST #1985 #Pink Floyd #Another Brick in the Wall #1979 #Survivor #Eye of the Tiger #1982 #Rocky III #Picking #Roland Rockover #Youtube

[mannytoodope]

Rocky: Nobody owes nobody nothin'. You owe yourself.

Paulie : You're wrong! Friends owe!

Rocky: Friends don't owe! They do because the wanna do.

Paulie : Shut your freakin' mouth. You been keepin' me down!

Rocky  : Down? You know, you're like a crazy brother to me, Paulie, you really are. So I'm gonna tell ya something and I want you to listen because I really mean this. You ain't down. And you ain't even a loser. You're just a jealous, lazy bum.

Paulie : Alright, I'm gonna break your freakin' mouth up! I'm gonna break your freakin' mouth up!

Paulie:  Can I have a job?

Rocky: All you had to do was ask.

#Rocky Balboa #Sylvester Stallone #Paulie #Burt Young #Rocky III