What Kind Of Rocky Villain Would You Be?

You're Spider Rico. You're not the best and you know it, but you'll have a good go at it every now and then. Even if others view themselves as superior and talk about it all the time, you don't feel the need to match them. And you know being well-groomed is overrated. Plus, you're friends with Rocky. That's big.

You are Apollo Creed, the Dancing Destroyer, the Master of Disaster, the Count of Monte Fisto. You like to put on a show and don't mind telling people how great the show is. Your agile style and experience pose a problem for any fighter, and when someone's not appreciating your brilliance, you'll let them know. You don't mind giving yourself nicknames or occasionally getting emotional after an important training breakthrough on a beach.

You're James "Clubber" Lang. You do not mind grinding through life alone. You know you're putting in the work that will get them in the end. But if someone gets in your way, you will go into attack mode. You don't care about attention and do not need to be surrounded by any glitz or glamour. A mohawk and an occasional gold chain is OK, though. Your powerful style and intimidating demeanor will scare people, so long as they don't wear you out first.

You are Ivan Drago, the Siberian Bull. You say little, but do plenty. You will work as hard as is humanly possible to achieve your goals and don't mind bending the rules to succeed. You prefer new-age training, well-groomed hair and strong women. You do not stop until the job is done, but you do worry about letting people you care about down. Your ability to apply force on punching machines is legendary, even if your chin is a bit suspect.

You are Tommy "The Machine" Gunn. You may not look it, but you're a fearsome contender who is a fast learner. You are not afraid to get on someone's bad side if you don't feel you're getting proper respect, even if this can occasionally gnaw at you. Despite your lower-class haircut, you roll with the highest class of women and enjoy training to rap. Street fights are not your thing, however.

You are Mason "The Line" Dixon. Your entourage lets you know all the time that you're the best. But you are confident enough in yourself you don't need to try and be better than you are. Your jab is imposing against anyone you go up against, even if "hurtin' bombs" are coming your way. You're new-school and brush off those who say things were better the way they were. Your nickname was a birthright and there's nothing you can do about it.