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Michael Kelly · (02-17-2014)

Michael Kelly sits on a wooden bench in a dark room illuminated by only the light shining through a small window in this room. We presume this is perhaps a basement or underground room in the Apocalpytic Genesis compound. Michael is in a green camo MMA shirt and jeans and he is holding what appears to be an American flag. He begins to speak.

"A long time ago, the United States stood on the brink of nuclear warfare, on the brink of perhaps the end of all we know, and standing across from us was the country that called themselves the Soviet Union. Over time, the two competed. Whether it be the "Space Race" or the various screwjobs in athletics or the "Miracle On Ice", the competition started somewhat harmlessly enough. That was until the Russians became buddy-buddy with the Cubans. Communism continued to spread. Our way of life was threatened and the two countries, power-hungry, built their arms up to the point where we are moments away from blowing each other straight to hell. At the end of the day, it was their own hubris and their own cowardice that was the demise of the Soviets."

"Some Russians to this day, some former Soviets, especially those who served their idiotic leaders in the military believe they STILL have some kind of bragging rights, SOME kind of superiority over this country. In some ways, they may be right. In most ways, they are wrong. Both countries have their faults, both systems have their own brands of corruption. I have seen firsthand the corruption that is the United States and their military, and it is because I speak out against such and because I am a symbol, like it or not, of said military, and a symbol of this country that there are those who wish to say that they are better than me. That their families are better than me. That their ways of life are better than me."

Michael stands up from the bench and still holds the flag in his right hand and he raises his left hand as a fist and looks at it before staring into the camera.

"The man who calls himself "Morbid Angel"..I refuse to call you such a name. This is not a Facebook Quiz where you find your emo name by using your favorite color and your day of birth, this is real life! No...you want to stereotype me? You wish to call me a pussy and a weakling just because I am an American? Because I once served for the country and once embraced everything that this flag originally stood for? Who are you to tell me WHAT I am? Who are you to tell me WHO I am? If you wish to play such games..I mean who do you think you are? A Russian and a former Soviet soldier who believes he is better than an American just because of what he believes in or what he says or thinks? Do you think you are "Ivan Drago" or something?

An audio clip from Rocky IV plays.

"I am sure that is probably something that you are thinking, huh, "Drago"? Why, you are a former Spetsnaz! You think you are a big and bad motherfucker, all 450 pounds of you, why, "Drago", how much of that is a bunch of artifical Russian chemical piss that make your voice all low and shit while your balls shrink!? I am 208 pounds of pure muscle forged by nothing but physicality, hard work and war! News flash, asshole! This isn't a Sylvester Stallone flick! There will be no sober, young Bridgette Nelsen in your corner to blow you before the bell rings and no one to save you from the asswhippin' you are going to receive!"

Michael pulls the camera closer to his face with his free hand and whispers into the camera

"Look here, you ignorant piece of shit...you can put a mark on your forehead and run your mouth like your better than me, but this isn't Ash Wednesday. The marks on my body I EARNED and I paid for with my blood, and I will not be afraid to add a few more to my body and add some REAL ones to yours, pussy!"

"And that was surely a nice attempt trying to play mind games with me there, "Ivan". Why, going to some hospital and probably paying off that old man and those kids to play "my family". It would have been genius except for a few things. First off, I have no kids. And second off, my father is alive and well and has nothing to do with his son who left the family to join the army. So, indeed. Nice try, dumbass. But if you think you can bullshit your way into my head, you got another thing coming. I've dealt and seen far worse than some horrible Russian actor act like a master of mind games."

"Oh, and there is a huge difference between ass raping and waterboarding, pal. You seem to be thinking more about a guy like Peter Gilmour or Frodo Smackins than me, motherfucker. So go ahead and try to play these games. Because to me, this shit isn't a game. What happened to me a long time ago wasn't a game...and what WILL happen to you will not be a game!"

Michael shoves the camera away and proceeds to go and set the flag on the bench and then grabs the camera with his left hand again and pulls it close and raises his voice back up to normal and points toward the flag.

"Listen. At the end of the day, I really don't know you, and YOU don't really know me. But know this, you ignorant bitch! I refuse to stand by and let ANYONE tell me WHO I am or WHAT I am because of WHERE I came from, WHAT I came from, or WHO I AM! I am an American. I am a former soldier of the United States Army! I am a soldier that is and always WILL BE proud to have fought for my rights and my way of life! If you have something to say about that, I dare you to say it to my face IN THE RING!"

Michael grabs the camera with both hands and pulls it back in close and whispers once more.

"You will see WHAT I am capable of..you will see WHO I am..you will realize that you fucked with the wrong man! You will realize that despite your superiority complex, despite all that you THINK you are?! You are just another shit stain on my boot that I will stomp into the ground as I walk down the road to glory in this federation! You are just another asswipe that, when all is said and done, I promise...no...I GUARENTEE, that when the time comes, and we stand face-to-face in the middle of that ring? We both will walk in. Only ONE will walk out under his own power. And that ONE will NOT be you."

Michael rips the camera from the cameraman and throws it against the wall and the camera feed ends.

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