The scene begins with a shot of a small, propeller powered, airplane landing on a dusty airstrip. The plane slowly taxis to a halt and the side door opens and steps are rolled up to the aircraft. As a few people start to walk off the camera sees Johnny Nash walk off the plane. He’s donned in a black leather jacket with jeans and a black pair of work boots. He has a small duffle bag over his shoulder. As his foot touches the tarmac he reaches into his bag and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He slowly walks lighting his cigarette. He pulls his collar up around his neck as he enters the small terminal. Once inside a small and scared airport worker runs over to him.
AW: Sir, um sir I am very sorry but there is no smoking in this terminal. I will have to, ugh, umm ask you to step outside if you wouldn’t mind very kind sir, ugh, please.
Nash flicks his ash on the floor, pulls his bag up on his shoulder and walks right out the door which he just entered. Once outside he leans against the terminal wall and takes a long drag off of his cigarette. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.
JN: You see that kid ask me to step outside. He may be small and girly looking but he has got a pair of balls somewhere. I mean, I been on a two hour flight in that sardine can with out a cigarette or a drink. For two hours my only form of entertainment was watching the old guy sitting across from me drool on himself. Somehow this little guy musters up the guts to tell me to step outside. Now that is dedication, and it earns my respect. Not the kind of respect that non-cooked, sushi crap did onboard the plane did. Lord knows if I had eaten that there would have been major gastric consequences. I am talking about a fire down below so big and so hot it would have left burn marks on the ceiling of the bathroom. Whooo-weee it would have been nasty.
Johnny takes a drag off of his cigarette and then flicks it away. He turns and enters the door to the terminal. As he walks inside he spots the airport worker who asked him to go outside with his cigarette. He walks over to him. The airport worker goes flush white like a deer in the headlights.
JN: Don’t be scared now, I just wanted to say you’re doing a fine job. What I did was wrong I wasn’t thinking.
AW: Oh its okay. I just don’t want to get in trouble that’s all. I mean you’re a big dude, I didn’t want to offend you. I like my spine where it is, in my back.
JN: What do you mean? I wasn’t gonna hurt you.
AW: Ugh, sir I know who you are. I know what you do. I know your business. I see the kind of things that happen in your line of work. To be quite honest. I want no part of it, thanks.
JN: That was business. That cigarette thing was just a stupid mistake on my part. I am so sorry.
Nash walks over and shakes the worker’s hand with a twenty dollar bill.
AW: Thanks.
JN: Your welcome, man. Just so you know if you don’t like watching people getting ripped up you might not want to be watching TV when I take on a couple of fools in a three way match. Its my UCW debut. I’m not holding anything back. Its not going to be bad it is going to be worse. I mean real brutality. Spurting blood, crash carts and I am sure there will be at least one ambulance. I, however, will be walking out of that ring under my own power with my first UCW win under my belt. I will let the paramedics deal with the other two.
AW: Oh Okay.
JN: Say, You know where the nearest bar is?
AW: Right down the street there’s one.
Nash throws the kid a quick salute and walks out the door as the scene ends.
