Ever since they were kids, Hajrudin, Stansen, and Gerd lived by the motto of Dressrosa Corrida. It signified the moment the giants of the world would reclaim their status over all other races. This ambition meant so much to them that they sang a decades-long musical number about it. They reached the transition sequence of their song where they walked on mountain peaks towards a cliff. All three of them aged and grew considerably, but Hajrudin's growth was the most tremendous out of all of them. Eventually, he was the tallest and broadest out of the three.
Gerd and Stansen were near the cliff and resumed singing while strutting with dancing motions.
Gerd & Stansen: Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida! Dressrosa! Corrida!
And that's when a fully matured Hajrudin entered the scene, wearing only a brown pair of shorts and showing off his colossal musculature along with his humongous 40ft. X 35ft. blanket of spiky brown hair. He belted out in baritone:
Hajrudin: It meeeeeeans mooore victooooryyyyyyy! For the rest of our daaaaaaayyyyys!
Hajrudin placed each of his hands on one of his friends' shoulders.
All Three: It's our lot in liiiiiiiife! Wiiiiiithout the striiiiiiife!
Stansen was the first to leap off the cliff into the ocean below with a cannonball as they chanted "Dressrosa Corrida". Gerd was the second as she swan-dived. Hajrudin was the last one in as he lunged forward and spread his arms to belly flop (minus the pain). The sheer force of Hajrudin's body colliding with the water's surface caused a moderate tsunami that propelled Gerd and Stansen to shore, but they flipped themselves into a standing position on the sandy ground.
Stansen: Dressrooooooooooss-sa Corr-id-a...
Just as Gerd pulled out a flute to play "ooo-ooo-ooooooooooo..." sounds, Hajrudin emerged and joined his two pals... with his 40ft. x 35ft. mainmast of thick brown hair flattened, plastered, and saturated upon his torso and face sans his nose and bearded mouth. Accidentally tangled in the shaggy and soggy expanse were hundreds of coral pieces, seaweed strands, and wriggling sea life. Though, surprisingly, Hajrudin stood tall and proud on the shore with a smug grin on his eyeless face.
Gerd and Stansen didn't think much about Hajrudin's appearance as they were still swaying and shuffling about in the musical mood.
Stansen: Dressrooo-sa Corri-daaaa...
Without warning, hundreds of marine animals, pieces of coral, strands of seaweed, and drops of water were being flung in all directions from what looked like thousands of enormous brown flags and enormous brown ropes flailing and flapping from all angles with Hajrudin shouting his signature laugh: DIGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA!!!!
As Hajrudin finished shaking his hair out, the sun was hot enough to make it explode into a frizzy and coarse 80-ft. sphere with a thunder-like "BOOM!!". It wreathed his nose and bearded mouth - which was in an open-mouthed grin - and blocked out the sun; remaining that way for two seconds before inexplicably cascading to normal on his back again.
Gerd and Stansen were only mildly aware of what their larger friend did and all three of them continued onward as if nothing occurred.
All three: Haaaa-wooooooooooo-oooooooo-ooo-ooooooooo!
They were swaggering and marching towards the horizon.
Gerd: Sa Corrida
Hajrudin hooked a bulky arm around each of his friends.
Hajrudin: [belting] Dress-ro-sa Co-rri-da!
Stansen: i-daaaa... Eh-rii-daaaa. Ha-ha-haaaaaa...
The sun was setting.