In the bowels of the Classic Wrestling Arena, we can see Holo Make standing in some shadows. A single light emanates from a doorway.
He steps into the light, wiping his hair out of his face as he stares into the camera.
Holo Make: The time approaches. The battle will be brought forth. The war will be waged. Shujin will understand honor in ways he has never known. He will learn firsthand the kind of honor that will be gifted to him. And when the time comes for him to fall at my feet, he will realize his time with that crown is nearly at its end.
Holo looks out the door, peaking out past the light.
Holo Make: I am The Pale Rider. I help ferry souls to Kanaloa. And Shujin…your soul is next on my list. I expect a fight. I expect a battle. But most importantly…I expect to win. I can hear the crowd…the murmurs…the excitement…it’s stifling. Let us enter the battlefield proper and showcase ourselves in this colosseum.
Holo glances over at the camera one more time.
Holo Make: Well? Let us not keep them waiting…
He steps into the light, exiting the room. Once the door closes, further encapsulating the room into total darkness, the feed fades into the arena.