We head to the back of the Classic Wrestling arena. We get a dim, yellow light swinging atop of a darkened room. Standing in the center is Holo Make, his chest bare, like he’s prepared for action.
He wipes his hair out of his face before staring deep into the camera lens.
Holo Make: Ua hoʻi hou ʻo Chaotic Wrestling. Ua hoʻi hou ʻo Holo Make.
Holo breathes a couple more moments before continuing.
Holo Make: Chaotic Wresting is back. Holo Make is back. You all got a brief taste of the destruction and chaos I caused in the name of Kane and Ku. And while you were all away celebrating on holiday with your friends and family, I prepared, I trained, I served myself to the Gods, to my betters. There are no holidays. I was set upon this place for one purpose: destroy. And as my path goes through every opponent I face, I see only one true way to thank those who brought me here.
Holo wipes his face out of his hair, his breathing intensifying.
Holo Make: I need to show penance for the gifts I am given and the position I am in. The only way to show that penance…is by winning…that…championship. The “real”…Worlds Championship. Once I have put down everybody in way, and I have reached that peak, whomever holds that gold, will know that they serve no use in trying to put me down.
Holo nods his head, the sweat on his face shining through the yellow of the dim, swinging light.
Holo Make: Ua pau ka Mokomoko Chaotic! Chaotic Wrestling is done! I will use my strength! I will use my gifts! I will face anybody in my path, and send them straight…to…Kanaloa! And when your breath fades because you can not continue, and that gold is mine, only then will Chaotic Wrestling know…nobody can stop…Holo Make! It’s sealed! E hiki mai kou hopena! Until…I ride…again!
He palms the camera, serving as a distinct point of cut-off.