Holo Make is seen standing in front of a window littered with televisions. All of them are airing monotonous television: late night news, public advertising and broadcasting, but one TV in particular is looping.
On repeat, we can see Holo Make destroy the bodies of Frank Chase and Ricky Broadway.
Holo Make stands in front of these televisions, lit only by the floodlight above him and the ones emanating off the screens. His hair covers most of his face, but the deep breathing he is doing allows us a good look at the neutral expression he bears.
Clad in nothing but a pair of too-big-for-him-still denim jeans and a black leather jacket loosely hanging off his right shoulder, he begins to speak.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa.
Holo wipes his hair away from his face, resetting his hands at his side right after, standing taller and more intimidating. He clenches his fist as he continues.
Holo Make: Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling. My name is Holo Make. Last week…I proved exactly why Classic Wrestling is nothing but a falsehood. This is Chaotic Wrestling so long as I am around. And if you need proof…ask Frank Chase and Ricky Broadway. Their only crime was being in my path of destruction. They were innocents put down to the mat by the man sent by Kanaloa.
Holo resets his hair a second time, his harsh breaths never fading.
Holo Make: But this week…I am forced to fight again. My enemy put in my path is Mr. Broadway. E aloha mai ke Kane iā ʻoe. May Kane…have mercy on you…because Broadway…the only mercy you will be granted is by that of the Father of the Gods. I have been given a mission by the highest of authorities.
His right hand reaches out, stopping in front of the camera.
Holo Make: Ricky Broadway is a threat upon himself. And even if he was half as good as he thinks he is, on a regular day…ʻaʻole hiki i kekahi ke paʻi…nobody can beat…Holo Make.
He clenches the fist in front of the lens.
Holo Make: So with a mission bestowed by Kane himself, I will reflect him descending to grant you mercy…by ascending to new heights to grant you destruction. You will fall at my feet! You will bow to his greatness! You will bend! You will break! You will be ended! If Broadway is a street of acts than you are nothing but its cheap corner performer! This is not a game! This is not a parody! This is Chaotic Wrestling! And by Kane’s name…Ricky Broadway’s will be reduced…to…nothing…just like your body will be after I am through!
Holo lowers his hand, allowing the deep breaths to take over the full audio.
Holo Make: I speak for the Gods who cannot be heard. I lead a path not of my own. I am merely a puppet held up by their strings. But if I am nothing but a servant…than Ricky…you are nothing more than an imitation of something greater. As good as you want to be, I do not have to be nearly as much to defeat you.
He puts his hands through his hair one last time.
Holo Make: Unfortunately…I am still that much better than you without Kane’s will at my side. But with Him at my back…what chances could you possibly have? E hāule ʻoe, pule e wikiwiki wale ia…you will fall…pray it only be quick.
Holo steps to the right, allowing the sight of him destroy Frank and Ricky be the centerpiece of the shot.
Holo Make: It’s sealed. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
He steps out of frame. The camera zooms forward allowing Holo’s destruction to be the only thing we see.
After a final shot of The Pale Rider raising his arms over the two fallen bodies below him, the feed fades away.