Clubber Lang: I'm going to bust you up.
Rocky Balboa: Go for it.
Apollo Creed: You thought I was tough? This chump will kill you.
Apollo Creed: See that look in their eyes, Rock? You gotta get that look back, Rock. Eye of the tiger, man.
Adrian: ...you gotta want to do it for the right reasons. Not for the guilt over Mickey, not for the people, not for the title, not for money or me, but for you. Just you. Just you alone.
Rocky Balboa: And if I lose?
Adrian: Then you lose. But at least you lose with no excuses, no fear. And I know you can live with that.
Clubber Lang: I'm the baddest man in the world.
Rocky Balboa: You don't look so bad to me.
Clubber Lang: What did you say, Paper Champion? I'll beat you like a dog, a dog, you fool.
Title rematch commentator: Do you have any predictions on this fight? How do you see this fight going?
Apollo Creed: Well, I feel that strength would have to go to the challenger, while experience and the WORLD'S hardest head would have to go to Rocky Balboa, and you know I know about that.
Apollo Creed: You know, Stallion? It's too bad we gotta get old, huh?
Rocky Balboa: Ah, just keep punchin', Apollo... you want to ring the bell?
Apollo Creed: Alright... Ding Ding.
Clubber Lang: Dead meat.
Interviewer: Do you hate Rocky?
Clubber Lang: No, I don't hate Balboa. I pity the fool, and I will destroy any man who tries to take what I got.
Apollo Creed: Now, when you beat me, you beat me by one... ONE... second. Now do you know what something like that does to a man of my intelligence?
Rocky Balboa: I thought you said you got over it.
Apollo Creed: I lied.
Apollo Creed: You know Stallion?
Rocky Balboa: What?
Apollo Creed: It's too bad we've got to get old.
Rocky Balboa: Nothing is real if you don't believe in who you are.
Paulie: He is the ring.
Rocky Balboa: You ain't so bad, you ain't so bad, you ain't nothin'. C'mon, champ, hit me in the face! My mom hits harder than you.
Thunderlips: To all my love slaves out there: Thunderlips is here. In the flesh, baby. The ultimate male versus... the ultimate meatball. Ha, ha, ha.
Clubber Lang: I'm gonna torture him. I'm gonna crucify him. Real bad.
Paulie: Don't listen to it, Rocky.
Apollo Creed: No, do listen to it Rock. Because when it's over, everybody's gonna owe you an engraved apology. And you're gonna owe me a favor.
Rocky Balboa: What favor?
Apollo Creed: When it's over Rock.
Answer: Clubber Lang worked his way up the professional ranks. If you notice, the challanger is still able to fight, the referee uses his own discresion to ignore the final punch as the match would have been called in Langs favour anyway.