It appears that all hope for Apollo is not quite yet lost. An anonymous tip led us to a hospital room said to contain our main man Apollo Creed. After the initial shock and awe of shitting upon hearing the news, we quickly changed our clothes, cleaned up the mess and headed over to confirm the authenticity of these allegations.
Did you ever see the unbelievably shitty really good Arnold movie, The Last Action Hero where in ‘Hollywood movie land life’ or whatever, hardcore gun shots were like mosquito bites–but only on the good guy. Bad guys still got blown away. Well, apparently the same forces are at play with Apollo Creed. What we thought was a vegetative comatose shell of Apollo turned out to be a late afternoon nap. As we touched Apollo, hoping he somehow felt our love and energy, he quickly jumped up and looked at us like we were damn fools.
It appears that nothing keeps Apollo Creed down. Scary and dangerous waterfalls? Come on. Class V hydraulics? Give me a break. Jagged cliffs and huge boulders? Get real! Nothing in Mother Nature’s arsenal holds a candle to Apollo Creed’s extremely ripped biceps and perfectly-sculpted physique.
Apollo recovering from his woes.
Apollo Creed down for the count.
Apollo knows it just wasn't quite yet his time.
Poor Apollo. 
Apollo only needed so many drips from his IV.
No class V rapid will keep Apollo Creed down.
Apollo flexes the kinks out.
All those days out of commission: zero loss of muscle tone.
Apollo Creed has new visions of more grandeur adventures.
It's Apollo's time once again.
w00t w00t! Welcome back Apollo, we’ve missed-ed you!
Yay Apollo! We are SOOOO happy you are back and recovering! What is the world without you?!
Feel better!
Dude, your robe is kind of angelic. I want to picture you in Ireland herding some sheep. As I think of it, that may be some good peaceful rest for you while you get the river water out of your lungs. Great to have you back pal.