The camera appears in a park. The sky is darkening, but the daylight is still bright enough to illuminate Holo Make’s face. He pulls back his hair, removing it from his face as he stands in front of a lone fountain.
He breathes in and out a few moments before speaking.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa.
Holo dips his right hand into the fountain. Once it his wet, he uses it to further pull back his hair.
Holo Make: Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling. My name is Holo Make. Ever since I have been unleashed into Chaotic Wrestling, I have done everything I can to make Kane, Ku, Kanaloa, all of them proud. Despite a couple missteps, I believe I have proven myself to be everything I ever claimed to be. My actions often speak volumes more than my words ever could…but one can not just spread your message through actions alone.
Holo looks around the park, ignoring the sounds of cicadas and birds filling the void.
Holo Make: Silence is impossible. Everywhere you go, a noise will always be heard. Much like myself. Everywhere I go, I am noticed. I am a man of size, of power, and of strength, and everything I do is in the name of the Gods who watched over me, and continue to do so. I am honored and privileged every moment I am alive that I am being looked after. And in their gratitude, I will gladly unleash any form of wrath or destruction that they desire in their names. Suffice to say, I have a close relationship with my Gods.
Holo once again dips his hand into the fountain. He lifts it up, watching as the water sifts through his fingers back to where it came from.
Holo Make: Shujin is a powerful warrior. You do not become number one without being able to survive and conquer your enemies. A part of me will always respect the motivation, drive, and strength of a man like that. But respect has no business on the battlefield. And if my war is to lead me to that crown he holds, than there will be no respect when I dismantle and destroy this place’s champion.
His voice starts to rise in volume. He stares deep into the camera’s lens.
Holo Make: You call yourself The Oni of the Oblivion! I am the Warrior of the West! I am the Acolyte of the Air! I am the Zealot of the Zion! Your demons and onis have no power when compared to the undead ruled by Kanaloa! They have no power when compared to the might and dominance of Ku! They, and you, Shujin, have no power when compared to the one true king, Kane! Demons and onis have no power against Gods! And Shujin, everything I do in Chaotic Wrestling…is in the name of those Gods! So I will gladly go to battle against the best warrior this place has! But I will not walk away in defeat! I will stare the Oblivion in the face and send you back there when you fall to the Aina I Ka Pono! Much like many before you, and many to come!
Holo breathes out enough to cause water drops to start flying off his face.
Holo Make: You are a strong champion! You are a strong warrior! But nobody is as strong as Holo Make! With the power of the gods in my honored hand, I will exorcize the Oni out…of Chaotic Wrestling! And when the job is done, I will serve my duties as The Pale Rider and escort you…not to Kanaloa in the underworld…but back to the Oblivion where you belong! And then…only then…will that crown you claim…be mine to insurrect!
Holo looks back and takes a handful of water from the fountain. He throws it over his head. He does that a couple times, his breathing slowly receding.
Eventually, he turns back to the camera, his breathing much more calm and organized. He glances to the sky for a moment.
Holo Make: Hina approaches. Much as she rises to the skies to allow the tides to sail, so to will she allow the tides to shift…a new king will soon be crowned. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
With that, Holo walks off screen. The camera fades to black.