[The asphalt starts crumbling and Raiden falls down. He jumps on rocks and chops up the neon wreckage, he comes out to the surface. A metal monster, Metal Gear EXCELSUS, crawls to him from a hole in the ground. Senator Stephen Armstrong comes out of the Metal Gear cabin. He smokes a cigar.]

Steven Armstrong: Well if it isn't saucy 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: ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.

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 ♥♥♥♥♥? Crush you like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bug! Let's see how long you can keep it up... Fine. I'll give you that one. Ashes to ashes, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! 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 ♥♥♥♥ 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 ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! 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 ♥♥♥♥, 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.] ♥♥♥♥ all thes