The scene opens on a secluded beach in Samoa. The waves crash rhythmically against the shore, the serene beauty juxtaposing its raw power. The same raw power that can be shown by the focus of this scene. Maui Tagaloa. And he is hard at work.
The camera focuses in on Maui, shirtless, his massive frame glistening with sweat. Across his broad shoulders, a thick papaya tree branch rests, each end tied to enormous buckets filled to the brim with water. With his legs planted firmly in the sand, he squats, effortlessly lifting the makeshift barbell, his face a mask of focus and intensity.
Maui Tagaloa:
You see this? This is real strength. This is what separates warriors from pretenders. This is what separates men from boys.
He exhales, lowering into another deep squat, his muscles rippling with raw power. The wind howls, but he doesn’t waver. There is an overcast fog over the sky, perfect for a camera shot of course, but making more residence stay indoors, however Maui is a bit different.
Maui Tagaloa:
In my village, we train against the ocean, we fight against the land, we push our bodies to limits that millions of you could never understand. Strength is not just in the body, it is in the SOUL, it is in the bloodline, it is in the pride of a warrior. And Solomon Kline? He has no strength. He has no pride. He has no honor. We can all sense it, he lacks any of it.
He drops the branch with a loud THUD, water sloshing from the buckets and sand displacing from underneath the sheer weight of it. He stands tall, rolling his shoulders, his piercing gaze locked onto the camera.
Maui Tagaloa:
I don’t know much about you, Kline. And I don’t need to. The only thing I do know is that you had a crowbar in your hands last week…and you still couldn’t get the job done.
He lets out a small, humorless chuckle, shaking his head.
Maui Tagaloa:
Where I’m from, a man like you would be laughed at. You attack a woman, thinking that makes you a big man, thinking that makes you powerful…and still, she nearly put you down? That is pathetic. That is weak. That is why you are unworthy.
Maui steps forward, his face hardening with anger.
Maui Tagaloa:
In Samoa, we do not tolerate cowards. We do not tolerate filth. You would be an embarrassment to your ancestors…but maybe you have none. That is not something for me to judge upon. Maybe that’s why you act like a dog who lost his pack. But I am not lost. I know who I am. I know what I represent. My people, my bloodline, my Gods, they watch everything I do.
He clenches his massive fists, his knuckles cracking like distant thunder.
Maui Tagaloa:
I am declaring that this is my first match but it isn’t just another fight. This is a sacrifice. A message to my ancestors. A lesson to men like you. I will break you, Kline. I will make an example out of you so that every other person in that locker room understands what me and my family are here to do. We are not here to compete, we are here to dominate. And when I stand over your broken body, the Gods of my island will know I have done right by them.
He motions toward the ocean behind him
Maui Tagaloa:
The sea, the land, the spirits of warriors before me. They call for me to show my strength and I will deliver it.
He walks toward a massive stone resting on the beach, a relic of his training. Without hesitation, he squats down, grips the stone, and hoists it over his head with a roar, his veins bulging, his muscles coiled with raw intensity.
Maui Tagaloa:
This is what real power looks like! This is what real dominance feels like! You? You are nothing but a stepping stone on my journey to the top! And after I crush you, I will not look back. I will not hesitate. I will keep moving forward until the entire XWF knows that the strength of Samoa is UNMATCHED!
He lets the stone drop with a thunderous impact, dust and sand flying into the air. Maui stands tall, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling like the tides. He takes one last look at the camera, his expression deadly serious.
Maui Tagaloa:
Kline, prepare yourself. Because when we step into that ring, you will feel what it means to face a true warrior. You will feel the power of the island. And when the dust settles, you will be nothing more than a sacrifice.
The camera lingers on Maui’s imposing figure as the waves crash behind him, a force of nature as relentless as the man himself. The scene fades to black.
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