The cameraman turns the device on and the first thing we see is Holo Make in the shadows of a currently abandoned sidewalk. In the distance we can hear sounds of cars honking. The nighttime does little to illuminate Holo, silhouetted only by the street lights above and around.
Holo breathes in and out, flexing his fingers and standing tall, chest puffed to showcase his size.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa.
Holo steps forward into the light, his entire visage now entirely visible to the camera. Holo uses his hands and wipes the hair away from his face, his bare chest standing as a base for the sweat to land on. The dragon tattoo takes to the sweat as if it’s crying.
Holo Make: Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling. My name is Holo Make. And last week, I might have lost the battle with Jack Fargo, but I am the one who took his soul with me.
The breaths continue to get harder, the sweat dripping off with every movement of his hair.
Holo Make: As I pulled that soul down with me to Kanaloa, I passed by the ancestors of Randall Schwartz and Rikki Roxx. The anger…the sadness…the despair on their faces…it reminded me what the two of you will look like when I am done decimating you and leaving you nothing but a husk in front of the entire audience.
Holo opens his right hand, staring into the palm.
Holo Make: But this battle will not be easy. Both Randall and Rikki hold two victories each. They are tested warriors. They know what it takes to survive a battle in Chaotic Wrestling. For there is nothing “Classic” about a bard posing as a warrior and a rogue pretending they’re a paladin. Both of these men might be victors against other talents, but when it comes to Holo Make…
He holds his hand out towards the camera.
Holo Make: I come blessed with a gift from Kanaloa. You see…when I visited him in his domain…I demanded power.
Holo lets his hand drop.
Holo Make: And in return for vengeance in his name, I have been granted the mana o ke akua…the power of the Gods.
Holo’s breath starts to get deeper once again.
Holo Make: Aia wau ma ke ala o ka luku…I am on a path…of destruction. I lead forth with the souls of men long past, men more worthy than those of Rikki and Randall. Men who have fought and fallen for things that mattered most to them. In their name, in Kanaloa’s name, I will ride forth and claim the souls of whomever is in my path. On Episode 8, the musician will lose his tune and the scoundrel will run out of tricks. And the Pale Rider will strike forth with the power of Kanaloa!
Holo screams once, flexing a bit.
Holo Make: This is not a prophecy! This is a sworn mission! And I always complete my mission! I have been granted strength unseen! Last week I was haʻaheo, arrogant! This week I do not fight for me. I do not fight for my people. This week..I fight…for Kanaloa! And when the wrath of the Pale Rider has been sought and rained down onto the two unfortunate souls that I will claim…so too will they follow me down to the depths of Kanaloa’s domain! And they will understand, they will realize, that their livelihood is not a guarantee…it’s a privilege! So long as I am sought, so long shall you reside in this place! But if your name is put in front of me, than not even Ku would have mercy on you!
With that, Holo looks down, his hair falling back in place. He steps back into the shadows, his body once again a silhouette.
Holo Make: It’s sealed. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
Taking that as the queue, the camera turns of.