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**Steven Armstrong:** Well if it isn't sussy Jack? Just a little too late, as usual.

**Raiden:** Armstrong? Impressive little toy you've got there. But your plan ends here.

**Steven Armstrong:** (laughs) Idiot. You're not ending our plan, you're expanding it. Checked the internet lately?

**Raiden:** Pfft.

**Boris (via codec):** Raiden! Air Force One is turning back to the States!

**Raiden:** What? How'd they know?!

**Boris (via codec):** Someone posted photos of what's happening on the base. The whole world is up in arms!

**Raiden:** Show me!

*[He opens around 30 tabs in his preinstalled browser - CNET News “Terrorists Bombard Pakistani Airbase”, some website “Over 40 Americans presumed dead in Pakistani terror strike”, TufNews “Hamilton Assassination Attempt in Pakistan”.]*

**Raiden:** How did they...? The story leaked early...? Then Marshal's plan is ruined.

**Boris (via codec):** The hell it is! Look what they're saying! The story just went live and already they are calling for blood!

*[And now we are shown very authoritative comments under the news on the Internet, which have so much influence on politics.]*

**4NuB1S-DC:** WAKE UP! The Pakistani government is HARBORING these terrorists!! (492 likes, 3 dislikes)

**BG\_MAD-TORGO-X:** HEY, UNCLE SAM! PAKISTAN NEEDS A BOOT UP THEIR ASS!!!1 (7483 likes, 52 dislikes)

**Unknown user:** Pakistan is part of the AXIS OF EVIL!

**Raiden:** But the president was saved…?

**Steven Armstrong:** And yet American blood was spilled.

**Raiden:** By Americans! Besides, a few dozen soldiers is tragic, but nothing to start a major war over.

**Steven Armstrong:** That's just the spark, son. The excuse we've been waiting for. America's wanted this war for years. The Patriots -- they knew war was good for the economy. Four years later their legacy lingers on...

**Raiden:** The memes...

**Steven Armstrong:** They left us their great "ism"s! Nationalism! Unilateralism! Materialism! Welcome maxims for these with no faith -- without guiding principles of their own. Give yourself up to the whole. No need to better yourself -- you're American! You're number one! Then the only value left is dollar value -- the economy. So we'll do whatever it takes to keep it humming along. Even war. Especially war.

**Raiden:** Bullshit.

**Steven Armstrong:** The Patriots planted the seed -- we don't need them around to filter and foster their memes any longer. We're spreading them just fine ourselves. Every American man, woman and child... We're all sons of the Patriots now! We just need something to jump start the economy out of this funk. This recession it's been stuck in since the fall of SOP.

**Raiden:** And the military costs? Wasting billions is going to help the economy?

**Steven Armstrong:** PMCs, arms manufacturers... Job creators, Jack! All those workers spending money, paying taxes... Trust me, a little war can work wonders.

**Raiden:** So grease the gears with some innocent blood, is that it?

**Steven Armstrong:** Relax, Jack. It's a "war on terror." We're not out to kill civilians. Extremists. Lawless gangs. Madmen.

*[Raiden’s astonished a little.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Of course that would have to include you. Wouldn't want any eyewitness reports complicating the message.

*[He throws a cigar away and climbs into the metal bridge cabin. Raiden prepares for battle.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (various comments made throughout the battle) Fear the wrath of the USA! So you like playin' hide-and-seek, y’little bitch? Crush you like a goddamn bug! Let's see how long you can keep it up... Fine. I'll give you that one. Ashes to ashes, motherfucker! If you're not with America, Jack, you're against her! Let loose the flames of justice! Uncle Sam needs you to die, Jack! Impressive, Jack. Most impressive. Hold still! Don't get touchy, kid!

*[Raiden chops off Metal Gear's legs, grabs a multi-ton monster by the knife and throws it over his head. Then he rips off one of the knives and cuts off the Metal Gear with it.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** About time we ended this... and you're going out with a bang!

*[Armstrong comes out of a smoke-covered cabin.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Slippery little bastard. I don't have time for this.

*[He assumes a sumo stance and starts screaming intensely.]*

**Raiden:** Oh, you've gotta be kidding me!

*[Wires burst out of Metal Gear Excelsus' legs, charging Armstrong with green energy. He finishes with a final yell, a shockwave erupting while Excelsus crashes downwards. Raiden stumbles for a moment, and once the dust settles, Armstrong is shown with bulging musculature under his shirt not visible previously.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (adjusting his glasses) Let's go!

**Raiden:** The hell are you thinking.

*[Armstrong sprints out and shoulder-bashes Raiden down, then grabs his head and starts squeezing.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Played college ball, ya know.

**Raiden:** At some cushy Ivy League school.

*[Armstrong headbutts him, rips off Raiden's visor and punches him in the face. Raiden gets back up, narrowly avoiding a punch from Armstrong. Raiden attempts to cut him, but he blocks the slashes with his forearms. Armstrong grabs Raiden, who dodges his strikes for a moment before being grabbed by the neck.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Try University of Texas. Coulda gone pro if I hadn't joined the Navy. I'm not one of those beltway pansies. I could break the president in two with my bare hands.

*[He throws Raiden straight up in the air, who screams before being punted into the side of Excelsus' cabin.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Don't fuck with this senator!

**Raiden:** What the hell are you...?

**Steven Armstrong:** Why don't you stick around and find out?

*[The battle begins with the strongest senator in the world.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (various comments made throughout the battle) Let's not forget to enjoy this, hm? Man-to-man, I can't be beat. C'mon!

*[Armstrong catches Raiden's sword with his bare hand.]*

**Raiden:** What?

**Steven Armstrong:** Nice knife…

*[He breaks it in half and goes for a punch to the jaw, which Raiden evades. The cyborg laughs in amusement of how close the punch was, before being promptly punched by Armstrong and sliding to the other side of Excelsus' platform on his chin. Raiden stands up, his metal jaw burning red-hot from the friction. After spending a few seconds recovering, he rushes towards Armstrong, throwing his shortened blade at him. The Colorado senator easily deflects it to the side, throwing a few missed strikes, before Raiden catches one punch before it could hit him.]*

**Raiden:** Typical politician... big promises, but all talk.

**Steven Armstrong:** What?

**Raiden:** “Jump-start the economy"? What a load of bullshit! All you care about is lining your own pockets. That, and your approval ratings. You've got no principles, just like all the rest. If America's gone to shit, you're just another maggot crawling in the pile.

**Steven Armstrong:** All right, the truth then. You're right about one thing... I do need capital. And votes. Wanna know why?.. I have a dream.

**Raiden:** What...?

**Steven Armstrong:** That one day every person in this nation will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit! *[Armstrong resumes fighting Raiden.]* A nation of ACTION, not words, ruled by STRENGTH, not committee! *[Armstrong grapples Raiden, rendering the cyborg mostly helpless.]* Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! *[Armstrong and Raiden headbutt each other, but neither is harmed.]* Where every man is free to think -- to act -- for himself! *[Armstrong beats Raiden to punctuate every statement.]* Fuck all these limp-dick lawyer and chicken-shit bureaucrats. Fuck this 24/7 Internet spew of trivia and celebrity bullshit. Fuck "American pride." Fuck the media! Fuck all of it! America is diseased. Rotten to the core. There's no saving it -- we need to pull it out by the roots. Wipe the slate clean. BURN IT DOWN! And from the ashes a new America will be born. Evolved, but untamed! The weak will be purged and the strongest will thrive -- free to live as they see fit, they'll make America great again!

**Raiden:** What the hell are you talking about...

**Steven Armstrong:** You still don't get it. I'm using war as a business to get elected... so I can end war as a business! In my new America, people will die and all for what they BELIEVE! Not for money. Not for oil! Not for what they're told is right. Every man will be free to fight his own wars!

*[Armstrong repeatedly stomps Raiden, pausing his barrage to light a cigar.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** So... what do you think?

**Raiden:** How the hell did you get elected...

**Steven Armstrong:** Well, I don't write my own speeches. *[Armstrong removes his foot from Raiden's chest, looking out to the desert.]* You should try fighting for what you believe in sometime, Jack. Not for a company, or a nation, or for anyone else.

**Raiden:** Maybe I was wrong about you...

**Steven Armstrong:** (surprised) Am I finally getting through?

*[He lifts Raiden off the floor and shakes off the dirt.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** I'll rid this world of pointless wars, Jack.

**Raiden:** I was wrong. You're not greedy --

*[He shakes Armstrong's hand, and eventually hugs him.]*

**Raiden:** ...you're bat-shit insane!

*[Armstrong is surprised once again. Raiden throws him on the floor. He gets up shortly after, angrily punching the platform.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Making the mother of all omelettes here, Jack. Can't fret over every egg.

**Raiden:** Not when you’re “purging the weak," right? What do you know about “the weak”? You weren't born poor. You've never been hungry. You don't know what it's like to fight and steal and kill just to survive...

**Steven Armstrong:** But you did survive! Through sheer force of will following your own set of rules. With your own two hands you took back your life!

**Raiden:** And now I'll take yours.

*[Second fight with the senator begins.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (various comments made throughout the battle) Try n' shut me up! You'll fail like the others! You're going down! Die, you little shit!

*[Raiden has 0.1% health left. He charges his fist with electricity and hits Armstrong in the stomach. The senator doesn't even move. Raiden pummels the senator at extremely high speed, but Armstrong barely reacts, merely grinning the whole time.]*

**Raiden:** (enraged) Why won’t you die?!

*[Armstrong laughs and tears off his shirt. The camera focuses to his upper chest, where tendril-like scars spread out from above his heart to his entire body. The skin from his chest to his right arm turns black, like metal.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Nanomachines, son. They harden in response to physical trauma. *[He punches Excelsus' platform, cracking part of it.]* You can't hurt me, Jack.

*[Raiden hits the senator in the jaw, and his skin turns black at the impact site. Armstrong laughs.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** What did I just say?

*[Armstrong punches Raiden into the air, and he falls flat. The senator walks over to Raiden, adjusting his glasses.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Time to end this.

*[Armstrong sits on Raiden in a seiza-esque manner, pinning him down. Sam's sword lying next to Blade Wolf beeps and the LED on his handle turns green. Armstrong's increasingly fast slams can be heard in the distance.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (while pummeling Raiden extremely quickly) Die! Die! *[Armstrong draws his fist back.]* Die, you place of shit!

*[He strikes it with such force that the Metal Gear they were standing on explodes, massive pieces of rubble flying in the air and eventually crashing into the earth. An area with relatively little rubble but blasted and cracked rocks is formed as a makeshift arena. As Raiden lies on the ground, Armstrong walks towards him, cracking his knuckles.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** All right. I think we’re about done here.

**Blade Wolf:** Raiden.

**Raiden:** Wolf...

**Blade Wolf:** Begin playback:

**Sam’s voice:** “Two years I've been working towards this, and on the last day blondie has me doubting the whole thing. We'll leave it up to fate then, shall we Wolfy? A duel to the death, may the best man win.”

**Raiden:** Sam?!

**Sam’s voice:** “I cut him down, and that's that. Back to our regularly scheduled international incident. But if he beats me... if I die here... The lock on my blade will disable after a couple hours… What happens after that... is up to you, Wolfy.”

**Steven Armstrong:** (scoff) Even dead, that guy is a pain in my ass. (speaking to Blade Wolf) So… you think that little sword can save your master? Well, go ahead, then. But make no mistake, Fido. When I'm finished with him, you're next.

**Blade Wolf:** I was not designed to fear termination. However, directive zero one is to ensure all data acquired is preserved and passed along. To expire here would violate that directive.

**Steven Armstrong:** That's a good boy.

**Blade Wolf:** However, Raiden came to my aid... I have learned from him. When Samuel fell, data analysis was inconclusive... but that has changed. I have established new parameters, now. Created my own directives.

**Steven Armstrong:** You little fuck!

*[Wolf throws the Murasama to Raiden as Armstrong jumps towards him, He almost catches it, but reacts too slowly. The cyborg ninja catches the blade.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Damn mutt!

*[Armstrong kicks Blade Wolf into the rubble, the latter of whom emits a pained howl.]*

**Raiden:** Armstrong! I said my sword was a tool of justice... Not used in anger. Not used for vengeance. But now... now I'm not so sure. And besides... This isn't my sword.

**Steven Armstrong:** (discarding his glasses) Come on!

**Raiden:** OK. Let's dance.

*[The final battle with the senator begins!]*

**Steven Armstrong:** (various comments made throughout the battle) I'm gonna crush you! You know what? Fuck this war. I just want you dead. You freak! You're going down! I'm gonna knock you out! Die, you little shit! That ain't gonna work. Ready or not, Jack, here we go...! Child play! My turn. You're nothing! I like you, Jack, so I'm giving you another shot. That one hurt! This is the greatest fight of my life!

*[Armstrong roars in fury, and bolts towards Raiden, chokeslamming him. Raiden gets out of his grasp.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** I'll blow you away!

*[Raiden injures Armstrong's arms as the senator tries to attack him. Armstrong runs at Raiden, but is impaled through the abdomen. Armstrong is staggered for a few seconds before shouting again, attempting to force Raiden downwards. Raiden headbutts the weakened senator, and slashes apart the skin over his heart before jamming his hand into Armstrong's chest.]*

**Raiden:** We’re done here.

**Steven Armstrong:** (coughing up blood) Well done, Jack...

**Raiden:** Your dream dies with you.

*[Raiden moves to rip his heart out, but Armstrong grabs him by the shoulder.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Maybe not... You've guaranteed the status quo will go on, for a while longer at least… War… will continue as an institution. As an industry. Men will fight for reasons they don't understand, causes they don't believe in…

*[He spits blood, groaning in pain.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** But at least I'll leave a worthy successor... You, Jack. You carve your own path, use whatever methods you see fit... You don't let legal bullshit get in the way. And if it costs a few lives? So be it...

*[Raiden rips out Armstrong's still-beating robotic heart, mechanical arteries attached. He crushes it in his hand.]*

**Steven Armstrong:** Deep inside we're... kindred spirits... you... and I…

*[Armstrong dies, and Raiden stands over him. The camera moves in such a way that it looks like Raiden's shadow is Armstrong.]*