Holo Make stands ominously in front of a projector. Behind him, replays of his various matches in Classic Wrestling filter through, most of which involving his victories. After a bit more moments of waiting and watching, Holo turns his head to catch a glimpse of the camera.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa. Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling.
Holo pauses a few more moments before turning his body to fully face the camera.
Holo Make: My name…is Holo Make. But you are all well aware of that. You are also aware that I am The Pale Rider. And that a fight The Black Belts is the next battle placed in my path.
He looks down at the floor.
Holo Make: What you don’t know is that I am merely a human. My body is mortal. I have emotions like everyone else. For example, I feel elated when Kane honors me with his gifts. I feel admiration when I am praised by Kanaloa. I feel overjoyous at victories and emboldened when I unleash my destruction. But…
Holo looks back up at the lens.
Holo Make: …I feel saddened at the coming conclusion of this war I have fought. And I have fought…and I have fought well. I feel no shame for what I have done. For the warpath I have lain and the hell I will continue to unleash. No…everything I have done and continue to do will be done with ecstasy because I know that I am making the Gods proud. And the last thing I will do is have my final battle end in failure, despite facing two opponents, despite facing a well-rounded tag team.
Holo cracks his knuckles and stretches his arms.
Holo Make: I care not for unities or alignments. The result will be the same no matter how experienced they are. My head being driven through their chest, exposing their souls for me to transport down to Kanaloa where he will properly judge them. Your skill level is irrelevant. Your abilities as a tag team are irrelevant. All that matters is that you are…my final souls on my final ride. You should be proud, Joe…Ken.
Holo actually cracks what some might say is a smirk.
Holo Make: But pride always comes before the fall. And your fall will be as violent as the rest of the poor souls I’ve delivered. I am not a man to be laughed at, to be ridiculed, but most of all…undermined. I expect your best, and I will get your best, even if I have to drag it out of the two of you. But it matters not if you’re at your finest walking in, or if I have to forge the two of you like steel right there on the battlefield…
Holo flexes a bit, puffing out his chest.
Holo Make: …your bodies will become food for the animals. Your black belts will be hung from your necks like nooses. Your clothes will become bedding for the lost. And whatever’s left will become waste for the waters to eradicate. All I need from you two are your souls. And when I’m done with you…that will be all that will be left.
Holo approaches to the camera.
Holo Make: If this is truly my final ride, than let’s make this enjoyable, boys! Three men stepping into the ring, one on two! Some might call it a handicap, and I would agree! But not for me! The Black Belts will learn what everybody always does…on the battlefield, the strongest and the smartest survive, and there’s nobody smarter or stronger in a war…than the Pale Rider! So strap in, enjoy the ride, because it’s the last any of us will be going on!
Holo starts to calm down, even as the smile on his face grows and become more genuine.
Holo Make: And if this is truly…honestly…our final ride…and the final ride for the Pale Rider…then I say we make it something nobody will ever forget. On behalf of Kanloa…on behalf of Kane…
Holo allows a smirk to once again show on his face.
Holo Make: …and on behalf…of Classic…Wrestling…for what might be the last time…inā holo hou au…if I ride again…
Holo walks off frame. The camera zooms in to catch one last shot of Holo Make raising his hands in victory before the camera fades away.