We go do a secluded area. The cameraman doesn’t know in particular what this area is called, but they know that they were told to come here.
It’s dark and dank with the water heater making strange, creaky noises. The cameraman approaches a fence where we can hear hard, thudding noises.
Once the cameraman turns the corner, we can see Holo Make, pounding his head repeatedly against a wall. It’s behind some fencing, so the light getting to him is keyed, leaving Holo in a variety of silhouettes.
Holo eventually stops.
He turns around, his hair hanging loosely over his face. His breath gets quicker, more labored, as he begins to speak.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa.
Holo flicks his hair back, revealing dark brown eyes that widen in the minimal light.
Holo Make: Hello there…Chaotic Wrestling. My name…is Holo Make. I come…from an island I called my own. I was born there…I was raised there…and if Kanaloa had not intervened…I would have died there. ʻAʻole naʻe ia i hiki…it did not happen that way.
His breathing start to become more controlled.
Holo Make: You see…Kanaloa themselves have spoken to me. They have shown me my future. And what I have been foretold…is that there is punishment needing to be dealt. Ku requires sacrifices. Laka wants vengeance. Kane has told me…that I am to come to Chaotic Wrestling…and become…The Pale Rider.
Holo approaches the fencing. As he does, he enters into a full light where it’s revealed a single stream of blood is pouring from his forehead.
Holo Make: ʻO kaʻu kuleana na koʻu poʻe…my duty is to my people. So it is a great…great honor to come to Chaotic Wrestling and seek out the vengeance that I must dish in favor…OF my people…OF my Gods…BY myself. The Pale Rider will ride through this company and leave a wake of souls that will be lost to the seas. I will ride wherever I am sought and take no prisoner, leave no man left standing, and on the other side, I will look whomever in the eye and tell them…e hāʻule ʻoe i nā wāwae o ka Rider.
His breathing starts to get more pronounced as he grips the steel fencing with his left hand.
Holo Make: My first victim in Chaotic Wrestling is a man known as Jack Fargo. He is a respectable man who is kind to the young. He is a respectable performer who gives what he can to win. He is a respectable individual who presents kindness to all who desire it. Unlike Mr. Fargo…I am not respectable. The only amount of respect I show to my opponents is that I am fair. Nobody is safe from my wrath, and Mr. Fargo will find out how far I will go, how brutal I will be, and that I will not stop until victory is mine!
He now grips the fencing with his right hand.
Holo Make: E hoʻolohe i kaʻu mau ʻōlelo, pay heed Mr. Fargo! For all the words, for all the actions, all that matters is what happens in that ring! Anything we do is by right, and I have a right to do what I must! Mr. Fargo…failure is not an option. Unlike you, I can not afford to lose. I will walk into that ring and stare down into your eyes. I will not threaten you! I will not allow you recompense! All that is coming your way is violence and vengeance, and as I dismantle every fiber of your being and claim your soul in the name of Kanaloa, of Ku, of Lake, of Kane, I will continue onwards on my journey until the day I am told to rest! Mr. Fargo…!
Holo smacks his head against the fence. Then again. Then a third time. The cameraman backs up to make way.
Holo Make: What is coming is not a personal attack! It is merely my mission! And I always complete my mission!
He lets out a deep roar which further scares the cameraman.
Holo Make: It’s sealed. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
Holo turns around and looks back at the wall, unmoving, breathing but otherwise motionless.
The camera suddenly turns off.