Holo Make sits on a stool in front of a bar. Behind him, the bartender tirelessly cleans the counter and helps various customers. Holo’s hair resides in front of his eyes, hiding them from view.
A shade to block out his own emotions.
Holo Make: I have failed before. I have taken the tests provided in front of me, and walked away without victory.
Holo shakes his head a couple times, his hair swishing along with it.
Holo Make: Even now, as I feel the weight of shame from those who watch over me, I understand fully that I…I have failed.
Holo looks up, his hair still blocking his eyes even if the serious look on his face centers the frame.
Holo Make: But failing once does not mean I will continue to do so. Chaotic Wrestling is a land of opportunities. Many have been given chances to succeed with very few succeeding. I sit here embracing my shame and my failure knowing that my days will come. My chances will once again arrive. And my battles will once again lead me to the crown.
Holo pushes the hair out of his face, revealing the focus in his eyes.
Holo Make: My next battle is against Nick Noodle, and I am not one to place shame or devalue my opponent, no matter how foolish their name might be. A man can be thought of as a joke, ridiculed to Kanaloa and back, and considered as important by none…but any man has any opportunity on any night to succeed. Many hope to embrace those opportunities and move on to better things…
Holo starts to breathe harder as his gaze looks off to his left.
Holo Make:…and at Nick’s expense…that is precisely what I intend to do.
He nods his head once.
Holo Make: No disrespect intended, but I am not a vessel of failure. I was not saved from an island and kept alive by Kane just to lose when things got tough, to fall when the feats were too insurmountable. No…my task has, and will always be to take those souls claimed by Kanaloa and deliver them to him. That has not changed.
His breath starts to quicken.
Holo Make: I am…The Pale Rider. Nick Noodle can oppose me all he wants. He can deliver any sort of offense, any sort of fight, of battle, of war he desires. But when things are set and when the time has come, he is nothing but yet another inevitability! One more soul to claim! One more soul to deliver! And then I will move on to the next unfortunate victim Chaotic Wrestling feeds to me! And that, in it of itself, is chaotic! Nick Noodle will find out through his own pain and suffering that Holo Make is not a joke. He is not a failure. Holo Make…is a focused man! And Nick…? I was the closest I have ever been to them! I will do whatever I need to do to get back!
His breathing starts to even out again.
Holo Make: No matter what you call me, no matter what you think of me, my mission has stayed the same. And you, Nick…? You are just a soul in the way of that mission. It is never personal. It is strictly what I am tasked with. And when the time has come for another soul to be ridden off to Kanaloa’s domain…you will find out what everybody else finds out…”the life of the land is perpetuated in righteousness.”
Holo’s eyes return to stare down into the camera’s lens.
Holo Make: Or in other words…Ua Mau…ke Ea o ka…Aina I Ka Pono.
With that, Holo slumps down, returning to his own solitude.
Holo Make: E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
The camera starts to back away before the feed itself fades to black.