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For three days last December, my world and the Rocky Balboa
world collided in Las Vegas, when I was hired as an extra for
the latest sequel to my all-time favorite movie franchise,
Rocky. I was cast as a high roller, sitting in the front
row of the big fight scene—this was an amazing experience. Of
course, being an extra, there is no guarantee that I will be
in the final version, but I did enough cheering and jumping
around to earn my one-sixteenth of a second of fame.
Let me explain why I wanted to be there. First, I admit
that I am an over-the-top Rocky Balboa fan. My love for
Hollywood’s greatest underdog story of all time has been a
part of my life since I was 11 years old. Who can forget
cheering in the theater for unknown Rocky Balboa to beat
Apollo Creed? In those days, you would pay to see a great
movie multiple times. I remember waiting forever for Rocky to
hit commercial TV. I even tried to watch it through squiggly
lines on some scrambled pay channel called WHT Channel 68.
Back then there were no VCRs or DVD players.
In 1978, with rumors of the release of Rocky II, another
rumor hit my neighborhood in Flushing. Burt Young (Paulie) and
Talia Shire (Adrian) were to film a made-for-television movie
for CBS titled Daddy, I Don’t Like It Like This, at the
Lighthouse Diner. One day, when I saw a crowd at the diner, it
was confirmed that two elements of Rocky would be live, before
my very eyes. There I met Burt Young. You see, Burt and my
godfather grew up together in Corona, Queens. Young once
helped him install a carpet in my house years earlier. As
Young was confirming that to my friends, Talia Shire came out
and Young shared the story with her. I couldn’t believe it. I
approached her nervously for an autograph; she obliged and
kissed me on the cheek! That was a defining moment, reel life
meeting real life—kissed on the cheek by Adrian! And so it
went…Rocky II came out in ’79, Rocky wins the title; Rocky III
in ’82 featured Hulk Hogan; Rocky IV in ’85 had the best
soundtrack of the franchise and in 1990, I even enjoyed Rocky
V. I grew up on Rocky—the movies are a part of my
life. The motivation to go the distance and work hard to
achieve success is a part of me because of these
films. In 2001, the Rocky franchise celebrated
its 25th anniversary. I was disappointed that I didn’t find a
way to go to the party at Planet Hollywood in Manhattan. After
that event rumors started flying about Rocky VI. I said
to my wife, Chrissy, that if there’s going to be a Rocky VI,
I’d find a way to be a part of it.
In 2005, it was confirmed that Rocky VI (Rocky Balboa)
would be a reality. True to my promise, it was game on! I
surfed the Web and told anyone who would listen that I would
find a way to be a part of this movie. Last October, a
co-worker sent me an e-mail link for an open casting call for
the fight scene of Rocky Balboa in Las Vegas! I immediately
went to the website and signed up myself and Chrissy. The
website said I would receive confirmation within a few days if
selected. One day later, the confirmation came: I would be
spending one day on the set as an unpaid extra. I couldn’t
believe it. I was going to be a part of Rocky Balboa ! Without
hesitation, I called my sister, who lives in Las Vegas, and
told her that the whole family was coming in December and she
would have to watch the kids. I solidified my flight plans and
set up two nights at the Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino, where
the movie was to be filmed.
Although I was excited to be an unpaid extra, deep down I
wanted to be closer. Though I was confirmed, I kept on
searching. One day it hit me—my colleague at the Press has a
sister who works in California as a casting director. I begged
him to call her to see if she knew anyone to move me closer to
the action. Like a fighter, I was looking for the edge.
Finally, weeks before I was to be in Las Vegas, we called. She
probably didn’t know she was on speaker when she said, “This
guy sounds cuckoo.” I desperately grabbed the phone and
reminded her that she had met me before and knew me.
She agreed that she would try to help. I felt my plan
starting to roll. I waited for the call back. A day before my
scheduled leave date, I received the call. When it started
with an apology, I knew that I was doomed. She said she tried
but came up empty. I thanked her and she said, “The only thing
that I have for you is a telephone number to the casting
agency that is handling the paid extras. Call a girl named
Frankie on Saturday morning, tell her that you’re in Vegas and
ask if there is anything available to you.”
So, on Friday I flew in and stayed at my sister’s house. On
Saturday morning at 9 a.m., I called and received a busy tone.
A minute later I got the same busy tone. About 9:10, I tried
again and the phone started to ring. Frankie picked up and
placed me on hold. Seconds later, sounding busy, she picked
up. I explained my situation and asked for additional days.
Expecting to hear a “No, thank you,” Frankie said, “Perfect
timing—I just got a call from the production company and they
need 50 more people.”
I could not believe what I had just heard. “What do you
look like?” she said. I replied, “Stereotypical Italian, a big
Italian guy.” She asked, “What kind of wardrobe do you have?”
I said that I always wear suits. She said, “Perfect, I need
you for three days—Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. I’m going to
cast you as a high roller at ringside. I will e-mail you the
details.” Before I could say thank you, she hung up. I
screamed. I was going to be ringside at the filming of Rocky
Balboa!
The e-mail came an hour later. It had the details, what to
wear, where to go and what time. We were to meet at 6 a.m. on
Sunday morning, not at the Mandalay but at a gentleman’s club
parking lot. I thought, only in Vegas. The e-mail detailed
the wardrobe: no white shirts, no red ties, and one change of
clothing. So what was in my suitcase? A white shirt and bright
red tie! I shopped all day Saturday until I found a beautiful
gold shirt in my size and a tie to match my black suit.
The next morning, my sister dropped me off at the pick-up
location. I walked over to the bus and stood in line behind
others holding carry-on suitcases. It was like heading to boot
camp. We boarded the bus to the Mandalay Bay Arena.
When we arrived, we checked in, submitted payroll
information and were told to sit in the upper level of the
arena for instructions. I walked in and was initially taken
back, as it was packed with spectators. I was disappointed,
but then I noticed no one moving; this was Hollywood—half the
arena was filled with inflatable upper torsos dressed in
shirts, wigs and hats. When I looked closer they were, indeed
dummies, but in the movie you’ll never notice them, you’ll
just see a packed house.
I sat and waited through some anxious moments. Others were
called to wardrobe to be cast as ushers, security guards,
boxing judges and photographers. No one spoke much until a
nice lady came up to me to find out who the new guy was. The
woman, Margo Wade, said I stood out. She had been an extra in
Rocky IV and told me what to expect. Another extra, Terri
Amundson, also started quizzing me; she would later sit next
to me for three days.
Finally the high rollers were called to take our seats. I
walked slowly as others rushed to get the best seats. I
eventually landed a third row seat in the middle. You usually
see people in those seats on TV. Next I heard the production
assistant say, “Fill in the corners.” She looked at me and
said, “You fill in over here.” I had just gotten moved from
third-row middle to front-row corner when I noticed Mike
Tyson’s entourage coming down the aisle to sit in the front
row. If I didn’t move, I would have been two rows behind
Tyson. I was bummed, but I noticed barrier gates next to me
and thought, Am I sitting next to the fighters’ entrance ?
Later, I found out I was.
Suddenly, familiar faces started popping up—Frank Stallone,
Tony Burton (Rocky’s manager), Michael Buffer (the “Let’s get
ready to rumble” guy), HBO commentators Jim Lampley, Larry
Merchant and Max Kellerman, and Antonio Tarver (current Rocky
opponent Mason “The Line” Dixon). Then, in black and yellow
boxing shorts and a sleeveless jacket—Rocky Balboa, Sylvester
Stallone! My first thoughts were: He’s not that short, and
he’s older, but in great shape for a 59-year-old. The one
person I always wanted to meet was standing right there.
I sat patiently until I saw Burt Young. I waved him over
and told him that I was from the neighborhood; he smiled and
was turning away when I mentioned my godfather and a legit old
story. This caught his attention and he gave me a hug and
yelled to his nephew sitting nearby that I was from the
neighborhood and he knew my godfather. For the next three days
Burt treated me like a friend. He always stopped by my seat to
pat me on the back; others later told me that they wondered
who I was.
It was this interaction with Burt that allowed me to feel
comfortable. Things happened quickly. Most fight scenes were
shot out of sequence. I give Stallone credit; he worked hard,
both acting and directing. He even exchanged some real punches
with Tarver during the filming. We spent hours swinging our
fists in unison and chanting, “Rocky, Rocky, Rocky,” some
screaming and others just mouthing the words. My voice was
shot by the end of the day but it didn’t matter. I noticed
Rocky putting on his robe and thought, Are they going to shoot
the entrance to the ring scene?
Yes, they were, and Rocky was going to walk right past my
seat. I’m not sure what I did; I think I patted him on the
back on his way in. The entrance scene is one that has to be
in the movie. Could this get any better? It could, and it did.
Later, they needed people to sit behind the HBO announcers
when they filmed their commentary scene. They picked our
section to fill in. I positioned myself directly behind the
HBO announcers, my head right between Lampley and Merchant. (A
month ago, rocky.com ran a picture of them with Stallone—and
me—on the website. The photo has an official MGM
trademark!)
After that scene we broke for lunch. The members of the
Screen Actors Guild (SAG) ate first and were served hot food.
The nonunion people like myself got a bagged lunch consisting
of a turkey sandwich, a snack, a mint and a bottle of water. I
grabbed my lunch and sat next to famous ring announcer Michael
Buffer. That day I spent 14 hours on the set. I was
tired but my adrenaline was high. I stayed at the Mandalay
with my wife, Chrissy, that evening. She was scheduled to join
me on day two. The casting director gave me permission to
bring her along as a paid extra also. That evening we ate a
nice dinner and played the Rocky slot machines.
The next morning we walked down to the arena, signed in,
did our paperwork and headed to our seats. When we got there,
the extras were shouting “continuity, same seats,” so the
scenes would look as if they were shot together. We were told
to wear the exact same clothing. Chrissy found a seat two rows
behind me. Day two was tremendous; they shot scenes right in
the corner of the ring where we were sitting. I tried, during
some big action shots, to get my head in. During one scene,
Stallone, the director, kneeled directly in front of me to
angle a shot. Holy s**t! There was Rocky Balboa kneeling
directly in front of me—I’ve been watching him for 30 years
and he’s right in front of me. When the scene broke, I must
have made 10 excited cell phone calls.
On the third day, they were shooting the end of the movie.
It was a big day. They needed an extra 3,000 people and
grabbed them out of the casino to be part of the audience.
They shot the scene where everyone jumps into the ring
typically at the end of any big fight. I was able to run up to
the ring and pound on the ring floor. For a big Hollywood
production, I was surprised that I had this access. If I
really wanted to go for it, I could have gotten away with
jumping into the ring or at least standing on the apron, but I
wasn’t going to take any chances of annoying anyone. Every
second of a production costs a lot of money.
After that scene was shot, I got the most unbelievable
opportunity. When Rocky Balboa was exiting the ring in a
scene, I was standing next to him as he walked down the
ringside steps. On one take, Sly grabbed the microphone and
told all of us to give it everything we had; he said, “Go
crazy.” I went nuts. Here was the one real time my two worlds
collided….Was it real? This, I thought, should be my best
opportunity to be seen in the movie.
After that experience, this was my encore: During a break
in the action, Frank Stallone was taking home videos. I
stopped to speak to him when I suggested that he give me the
video camera so I could film him talking to people in the
crowd. I took the camera and started filming. When I was done,
I turned the camera on myself and introduced myself to the
Stallone family thanking them for including me in this grand
event.
The whole adventure was one of the most exciting of my
life. When I went home I smiled for weeks. I received three
checks from Puncher Productions in the mail. Two of them were
for a little more than $100 each, and one still remains
sealed, as a really cool souvenir.
This experience turned out to be a real-life Rocky story. I
motivated myself to be right next to the action. Now, the only
way I could go the distance is if I make the final cut. If I
see myself in Rocky Balboa, I will definitely stand and yell,
“Yo, Adrian…I did it!”
Please note: Felice can be seen in the film six times
during the fight scene. |