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The Ride Towards Glory

The camera turns on and we see Holo Make standing on a beach. The tides behind him ebb in and out. His head is down, obstructing his face with his hair. The sunset behind him casts an orange glow over everything.

In the background, a motorboat is seen with a single man in a suit and shades at the helm. He sits in his seat, biding his time.

Holo lets in a breath before exhaling deep. He looks up, wiping the hair out of his face. He stares deeply into the camera lens.

Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa. Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling. You…already know my name. What you need to know…is that my time…swiftly approaches.

Holo looks left and right, scaling the beach up and down.

Holo Make: Where I stand…is my home. The island that I called my residence for so long. The island…where I became so attuned to Kane as I was born. To Kanaloa as I struggled to survive. To Hina as she casted her light down upon me in my darkest moments. Were it not for Them…I would not be alive.

Holo takes a few more breaths, his eyes distancing themselves as he stares off past the camera.

When his mouth turns into a scowl, he glares directly back into the lens.

Holo Make: But I am. I still live and breathe. My heart beats. My mind thinks. My body destroys. And all of it…in the name of those who saved me. So when I step into the ring with a man named Scott Hunter. A man…whose last name defiles the very profession it yields. You call yourself a hunter? ʻAʻole ʻoe i ʻike i ke ʻano! You know not the meaning! I have hunted to survive. I have hunted for sport. Every fight is a hunt. When I step into that ring, I am staking my claim on whomever is across from me. I am hunting them into submission until they can not hunt anymore.

Holo takes a step closer, leering with both eyes. His breaths start picking up in pace.

Holo Make: I am more serious now than I have ever been. I am moments away from my glory. Do you understand Scott?! Do you grasp how close I am?! You are nothing to me but an obstacle put in my path to deter me! And nothing…nothing…will ever deter me again! I am close to earning my shot at a crown! My shot at a moment of glory! My shot at the victory that will put me on a pedestal and finally give me something I can thank Them with!

The breathing starts to get heavier.

Holo Make: I fight for Them…because everything I am…is because…of Them. So when they are insulted, when they are ridiculed, I am without mercy! So when the hunt is through…and you are left at my feet because you failed to grasp your failure…understand that it was not my hand that caused your loss, nor the Gods…it was your own undoing!

Holo takes a step back. He wipes his hair out of his face once more.

Holo Make: When….no ifs, never ifs…when…I claim that crown, it will make me a king! However…I do not bow to mortals. I do not bow to other hunteds in Chaotic Wrestling. I bow to Them and Them alone! So I will gladly serve Them with a royal claim! And if somebody like you, Scott, has deigned themselves a king…than I inform you…a king is nothing to a God!

Holo looks deeper.

Holo Make: And if you are a nonbeliever, than you ask what a God is to one? And I inform you…the next soul to ride with me to Kanaloa!

Holo starts to calm down, slowing his breathing down significantly.

Holo Make: I leave this island for the second time knowing what I am preparing to do, what…I am preparing fight for, and whom…I fight for. Scott…you are not somebody I hate. You are not somebody I despise. You are merely…the hunted.

Holo looks over his shoulder for a few moments before returning his harsh gaze to the camera.

Holo Make: Hina is approaching. The tides rise and fall, much like the reign I will soon topple. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…

He turns around, approaching the motorboat as the camera cuts away.

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