Sylvester Stallone Intros Trump As ‘Mythical Character’ At Mar-a-Lago Event

Renowned Hollywood star and filmmaker Sylvester Stallone introduced President-elect Donald Trump at an America First Policy Institute gala hosted at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago estate on Friday, comparing him to one of Stallone’s most enduring on-screen characters, Rocky Balboa.

In his introduction, the Rambo star described Trump as a “mythical character” and made a reference to the Oscar-winning film Rocky,

which tells the story of the titular boxer’s underdog journey of perseverance and determination.

“When I did Rocky, if you remember, the first image was a picture of Jesus, and it says, ‘Resurrection A.C. Club.’ I found a church that had been converted to a boxing ring,” he said. “So the image pans down from Jesus onto Rocky being hit.”

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