Holo Make stands in front of a projector against a white wall. The projector shows cut highlights of his various matches in Classic Wrestling, with any losses being removed and focusing solely on his dominance and victories.
Almost like there aren’t any to speak of…
Intercut with those highlights we see Holo Make screaming into the various cameras he’s come across.
Holo himself is without a shirt, emphasizing his tattoos and size. He is wearing blue jeans, though they are sagging off his right hip. His hair looms in front of his face as he breathes heavily.
He removes the hair from his face, the light from the projector doing little to show his face.
Holo Make: Aloha kākou, Chaotic Wrestling. O Holo Make koʻu inoa.
With a grimace, he turns towards the screen, seeing himself hit a Aina I Ka Pono onto a couple of his past opponents. He turns back towards the camera, pointing one finger towards his destruction.
Holo Make: Hello there, Chaotic Wrestling. My name is Holo Make. And as you can see…destruction is not something I deviate from. Where I was born, all I knew was survival. I all I knew was how to live unto the next day. In my moments of ola a make paha…life…or death…my existence was justified every moment I chose the former. During those moments I fought against Lono, against nature. I fought against Hina, against the night. I fought against Pele, against the weather. I even fought against the lost souls of Ku who would dare come into my presence just to take me away. But instead of lying in the sand and letting the gods take me to the land of Kanaloa…I fought every single day.
Holo lowers his hand, stepping into the projector’s light. The light underlays his face, showcasing a macabre and horror-like view of The Pale Rider.
Holo Make: I bring up my past because I want King Kong Frank to know, to understand, that I have fought monsters before. I have fought the unimaginable and I have survived. A man like…Frank…survives off his size. And while that is formidable, and in some ways, admirable…as a man…a soldier…who fights for those bigger than humans, bigger than those lost souls, bigger…than monsters…I look at you, Frank, as nothing more…than a creature looking for something. What you are looking for, I do not know, but you will find no solace, no mercy, from me!
His voice raises as he stares ominously down into the camera lens.
Holo Make: Chaotic Wrestling is not a place for dreamers! It is not a place for desires, for wishes to be fulfilled! Chaotic Wrestling…is Holo Make’s domain! And in the name of Ku, and all those lost souls I have faced and defeated, I will stare down the monster known as King Kong Frank…and I will look into his eyes, and when I see no fear, I will shout to the skies that no monster stands a chance…against me!
Holo starts to breathe heavily. This causes a few strands of saliva to fly out onto the camera. He carelessly wipes it off, causing the camera to tilt slightly to the right.
Holo Make: King Kong Frank is a man fighting gods! And as a man who fights for gods…there will be no godslayers in my…domain! Frank! Prepare for your make ana…your demise…because you end of days and your finality will arrive! And it will not be your God standing over you as you face defeat…it will be The Pale Rider arriving…to collect Ku’s debt!
Holo nods a couple times. His breathing relaxes. He steps out of the projector’s light, turning around to see his victories and destruction in clear detail.
Holo Make: The bels toll for to announce the end of someone’s existence. Rest assured, Frank…no bell will toll for you…for your existence will resume in Ku’s domain. It’s sealed. E hiki mai kou hopena. Until I ride again…
As Holo stands silently staring at the screen, the camera soon fades to black.