Post by Rastafari on Jul 7, 2008 1:39:34 GMT -5
(He steps off the plane, walks down the tarmac, heads to the baggage claim, and all the while he is smiling, he's brought a friend home, thats right, Cameraman is now JahMon's best friend, perhaps until last Saturday, his only friend. Now JahMon is glad to be a part of the International Uprising, he'll watch Tommy O'Malley and the Tui brother's backs, and he knows they'll watch his. With a group like that willing to watch each other's backs, not worrying about personal glory, JahMon feels like he's able to achieve more, prove more, and basically focus on his matches and making a name for himself. Sure a title would be nice, sure the top ranking would be nice, but it's not as important as developing himself into the athlete and warrior he knows he can be. A much needed trip home is just what he needs to recharge and well refill if you know what I mean. At baggage claim there is a group of men playing the steel drums and other instruments and they play a nice melody. JahMon instantly recognizes them, they are the Rastafari brothers, they didn't know their little brother was coming home, they're just playing at the airport for the heck of it. The minute they recognize their little brother, they stop playing and head over to JahMon while he grabs his bag and Cameraman's bag (you know Cameraman is too stoned to remember what his bag looks like....friggin newbies)
Simon Rastafari: Ah lil bro!! Good to see ya mon, you came home already? You not enjoying America mon?
Jahmon: America is great mon, I just thought maybe I should come home for a few days, show my new friend around, maybe we can get him used to the good stuff ya know! He's a bit out of it now mon, poor boy, he thought that stuff they had in Texas was the best thing he ever smoked, now he knows, that stuff ain't worth a nickel down here. C'mon lets go home, unless you guys are on a paying gig, then stay here and make some money you fools.
Simon: Nah mon, we ain't getting paid, we jus foolin around like always mon, c'mon mother and father would be happy to see you.
(off they go, out of the airport and to the parking garage to a....Volkswagon Transporter? You know, flat nose, bug eye headlights, square, ugly, 70s, yeah those vans. The Rastafari brothers shove their musical equipment in the back, along with Jahmon and Cameraman's bags, then the 5 of them pile into the van and its off to the Rastafari farm. After about a 20 minute drive, they pull up to a modest looking house, the smell hits you before you can even see them, but as soon as they step out of the van....lush green fields, Cannibas plants growing 10, 15 feet tall as far as the eye can see, the smell is strong, the quality is obviously very good, JahMon looks at Cameraman who's eyes apparently are ready to pop out of his skull, the visual is enough to make the entire clan of Rastafaris laugh and smile.)
JahMon: ah yes, home sweet home, Cameraman, boy what the hell is your name?
Cameraman: Uhhh....I forgot?
JahMon: You smoked yourself silly did you? Forgot? What your mama call you when you get in trouble?
Cameraman: William Jefferson Clinton the thir.....no wait thats not it....oh right...Stanley Allen Johnson.
JahMon: so your name is Stanley?
Cameraman: noooo call me Stan man, I hate Stanley.
JahMon: Alright boy, Stan it is, Stan, these are my brothers, listen to them, learn from them, they will teach you a few things, my mother and father are in the house, respect them, and above all, do NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT, reach for either one of their blunts, you dig?
Stan: yes sir!
JahMon: nah mon, just say Yah Mon, no need to call me sir, now Mother and Father, you better call them Sir and Ma'am, respect gets you very far with our family mon.
Stan: Ok I'll try my best, by the way, how long before I regain feeling in my left arm?
JahMon: aww mon, boys, toke this boy up right proper would ya?
(the brothers laugh and welcome Stan into the house, JahMon opts to stay out for a few minutes, he then decides that he knows a better place to go to reflect and relax, he gets in the van and takes off, his brothers know where he's going, his parents know where he's going)
JahMon: I just need to get away to my little spot mon, while I got you guys with me let me talk about the direction of TWD and the International Uprising, right now, I ain't got no say on what the Uprising will be doing, I'll give my input and I'm sure now and then the Tui brothers and O'Malley and myself will gather and meet to discuss our plans, however, I was happy to see that the Tui brothers and Tommy decided to come out and help me, recruit me into their faction, and simply offer to watch my back. I know I made a few enemies with my little Day in Parodies skit, that was right funny mon, don't you agree?)
(The camera pans up and down a few times as if it was nodding yes)
JahMon: Ah, well I'm glad someone got a laugh from it, its a bit early to tell but I think the TWD fans appreciated the humor behind it, just a word of advice to those Juggernaut guys, it was a joke, a little fun, if you can't laugh at yourself, then perhaps you need to remove those sticks from your butts. Katu said it best in his promo earlier, no one seems to respect us, Kingpin continues to walk around TWD as if he should be handed the world title already, Eno Redrum seems to look down upon us as if we were unimportant, Andy Christian Hamilton could use a joint or 10, and Shaka Sho Nuff the shogun samauri player slash pimp of oak cliff could use a beating or two to tame that little mouth of his. Mon, you know you set the negro race back every time you call another black man, white man, any man a ni...mon I can't even say it, you spout disrespect every time you open your mouth, and while I didn't exactly shut your mouth last saturday, I'd be happy to give it another go sometime soon mon, I would love to slap the rudeness right outta your face, maybe I can slap some of the ugly off too.
(the camera pans to the window where we see the beautiful shoreline of Montego Bay Jamaica come to view, clear blue water among pristine white sands and beautiful green trees and landscape along the road. It appears JahMon is heading straight towards the beach, but suddenly he cuts to a hidden road, suddenly the beach, the sea, the green, it all disappears, instead we see dust flying out as JahMon navigates the dusty road, he soon comes to what looks to be a cliff, and then he stops the van near the cliff and exits)
JahMon: You see, I decided after my first match, win, lose or draw, I was going to come back to the spot where I used to dream about life, dream about what I might do if I ever left the island. Now don't get me wrong, I love it here, and you're about to see why I love this place, a place I like to call Paradise.
(JahMon goes towards the cliff, as we get closer to the cliff we see an opening, we walk closer and closer and go through the opening, it gets a little darker as we walk deeper into the opening, it appears that JahMon is going into a cave, after a couple minutes of near darkness, it lightens up again, and as we exit the "cave" a view of the sea is enough to take the breath away of anyone, even if you've lived here all your life)
JahMon: See, paradise mon, when you come home to this every day, troubles of the world seem so far behind. When I am out here, I don't need to worry about how my next match gon go, I don't worry about who gon jump my back, I don't worry about my next match, I jus sit back and smoke a blunt and just enjoy mon. You see, Americans, they don't appreciate the beauty of taking time and enjoying life, Americans, they're always busy, do this, do dat, get the paycheck, buy the fancy car, get the big house, have 3 kids screaming at them, fight with the wife, build the stress more and more, it seem that most Americans are upset or unhappy all the time, I have hard time finding people just to smile mon, it take less muscle and effort to smile than it do to look all upset and unhappy. If more people like say Kingpin, Andy Christian Hamilton, Shaka, even Eno Redrum would take the time to stop and enjoy the beauty of nature, maybe they be happy more. I much rather sit here all day and smoke my blunts than worry about the problem of the world mon, come, let me show you more beauty.
(We follow JahMon down a hidden path, on one side you can see the sea and palm trees lining the path, on the other side you see the cliff, the path continues downward a good 30-40 feet before moving away to the cliff and closer to the sea, suddenly all we see is palm trees, nothing but palm trees, and then after about 200 feet of descending steps and palm trees, we come out on level ground and then there in front of us is the beach...by the way JahMon has been smoking a blunt the entire time we walked this path)
JahMon: How could you not smile looking at this every day? I know if I ever have problems in the states, I can just come back here and just relax. You know what they say mon, No Worries, No Problems, dats what Jamaica is all about, did you know Montego Bay is one of, if not the most popular tourist cities in Jamaica? Thats right mon, millions of people come here each year and why wouldn't they? Just look around you mon, white sandy beaches, clear blue sea, beautiful green landscape, one can't help but forget their problems when they are here, well mon, I'm gon sit back a while and enjoy this life, I'll catch you later mon, just a lil message to the Juggernaut boys, THIS, is paradise, not those cold gray office buildings you sit in day in and day out running the JENT business, not behind the wheel of your cars with the dark tinted windows that barely allow you to see much more than a few feet in front of you, not the "upscale" clubs and bars you frequent when you're "unwinding" perhaps if you boys came out to Jamaica, you will understand why I'm always smiling.
(We watch as JahMon just simply sits on the edge of the shore, the waves come in and he sinks his feet into the water, he finishes his blunt and lets out a sigh of happiness, the camera zooms in on the waves crashing to shore...then fades out)
Simon Rastafari: Ah lil bro!! Good to see ya mon, you came home already? You not enjoying America mon?
Jahmon: America is great mon, I just thought maybe I should come home for a few days, show my new friend around, maybe we can get him used to the good stuff ya know! He's a bit out of it now mon, poor boy, he thought that stuff they had in Texas was the best thing he ever smoked, now he knows, that stuff ain't worth a nickel down here. C'mon lets go home, unless you guys are on a paying gig, then stay here and make some money you fools.
Simon: Nah mon, we ain't getting paid, we jus foolin around like always mon, c'mon mother and father would be happy to see you.
(off they go, out of the airport and to the parking garage to a....Volkswagon Transporter? You know, flat nose, bug eye headlights, square, ugly, 70s, yeah those vans. The Rastafari brothers shove their musical equipment in the back, along with Jahmon and Cameraman's bags, then the 5 of them pile into the van and its off to the Rastafari farm. After about a 20 minute drive, they pull up to a modest looking house, the smell hits you before you can even see them, but as soon as they step out of the van....lush green fields, Cannibas plants growing 10, 15 feet tall as far as the eye can see, the smell is strong, the quality is obviously very good, JahMon looks at Cameraman who's eyes apparently are ready to pop out of his skull, the visual is enough to make the entire clan of Rastafaris laugh and smile.)
JahMon: ah yes, home sweet home, Cameraman, boy what the hell is your name?
Cameraman: Uhhh....I forgot?
JahMon: You smoked yourself silly did you? Forgot? What your mama call you when you get in trouble?
Cameraman: William Jefferson Clinton the thir.....no wait thats not it....oh right...Stanley Allen Johnson.
JahMon: so your name is Stanley?
Cameraman: noooo call me Stan man, I hate Stanley.
JahMon: Alright boy, Stan it is, Stan, these are my brothers, listen to them, learn from them, they will teach you a few things, my mother and father are in the house, respect them, and above all, do NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT, reach for either one of their blunts, you dig?
Stan: yes sir!
JahMon: nah mon, just say Yah Mon, no need to call me sir, now Mother and Father, you better call them Sir and Ma'am, respect gets you very far with our family mon.
Stan: Ok I'll try my best, by the way, how long before I regain feeling in my left arm?
JahMon: aww mon, boys, toke this boy up right proper would ya?
(the brothers laugh and welcome Stan into the house, JahMon opts to stay out for a few minutes, he then decides that he knows a better place to go to reflect and relax, he gets in the van and takes off, his brothers know where he's going, his parents know where he's going)
JahMon: I just need to get away to my little spot mon, while I got you guys with me let me talk about the direction of TWD and the International Uprising, right now, I ain't got no say on what the Uprising will be doing, I'll give my input and I'm sure now and then the Tui brothers and O'Malley and myself will gather and meet to discuss our plans, however, I was happy to see that the Tui brothers and Tommy decided to come out and help me, recruit me into their faction, and simply offer to watch my back. I know I made a few enemies with my little Day in Parodies skit, that was right funny mon, don't you agree?)
(The camera pans up and down a few times as if it was nodding yes)
JahMon: Ah, well I'm glad someone got a laugh from it, its a bit early to tell but I think the TWD fans appreciated the humor behind it, just a word of advice to those Juggernaut guys, it was a joke, a little fun, if you can't laugh at yourself, then perhaps you need to remove those sticks from your butts. Katu said it best in his promo earlier, no one seems to respect us, Kingpin continues to walk around TWD as if he should be handed the world title already, Eno Redrum seems to look down upon us as if we were unimportant, Andy Christian Hamilton could use a joint or 10, and Shaka Sho Nuff the shogun samauri player slash pimp of oak cliff could use a beating or two to tame that little mouth of his. Mon, you know you set the negro race back every time you call another black man, white man, any man a ni...mon I can't even say it, you spout disrespect every time you open your mouth, and while I didn't exactly shut your mouth last saturday, I'd be happy to give it another go sometime soon mon, I would love to slap the rudeness right outta your face, maybe I can slap some of the ugly off too.
(the camera pans to the window where we see the beautiful shoreline of Montego Bay Jamaica come to view, clear blue water among pristine white sands and beautiful green trees and landscape along the road. It appears JahMon is heading straight towards the beach, but suddenly he cuts to a hidden road, suddenly the beach, the sea, the green, it all disappears, instead we see dust flying out as JahMon navigates the dusty road, he soon comes to what looks to be a cliff, and then he stops the van near the cliff and exits)
JahMon: You see, I decided after my first match, win, lose or draw, I was going to come back to the spot where I used to dream about life, dream about what I might do if I ever left the island. Now don't get me wrong, I love it here, and you're about to see why I love this place, a place I like to call Paradise.
(JahMon goes towards the cliff, as we get closer to the cliff we see an opening, we walk closer and closer and go through the opening, it gets a little darker as we walk deeper into the opening, it appears that JahMon is going into a cave, after a couple minutes of near darkness, it lightens up again, and as we exit the "cave" a view of the sea is enough to take the breath away of anyone, even if you've lived here all your life)
JahMon: See, paradise mon, when you come home to this every day, troubles of the world seem so far behind. When I am out here, I don't need to worry about how my next match gon go, I don't worry about who gon jump my back, I don't worry about my next match, I jus sit back and smoke a blunt and just enjoy mon. You see, Americans, they don't appreciate the beauty of taking time and enjoying life, Americans, they're always busy, do this, do dat, get the paycheck, buy the fancy car, get the big house, have 3 kids screaming at them, fight with the wife, build the stress more and more, it seem that most Americans are upset or unhappy all the time, I have hard time finding people just to smile mon, it take less muscle and effort to smile than it do to look all upset and unhappy. If more people like say Kingpin, Andy Christian Hamilton, Shaka, even Eno Redrum would take the time to stop and enjoy the beauty of nature, maybe they be happy more. I much rather sit here all day and smoke my blunts than worry about the problem of the world mon, come, let me show you more beauty.
(We follow JahMon down a hidden path, on one side you can see the sea and palm trees lining the path, on the other side you see the cliff, the path continues downward a good 30-40 feet before moving away to the cliff and closer to the sea, suddenly all we see is palm trees, nothing but palm trees, and then after about 200 feet of descending steps and palm trees, we come out on level ground and then there in front of us is the beach...by the way JahMon has been smoking a blunt the entire time we walked this path)
JahMon: How could you not smile looking at this every day? I know if I ever have problems in the states, I can just come back here and just relax. You know what they say mon, No Worries, No Problems, dats what Jamaica is all about, did you know Montego Bay is one of, if not the most popular tourist cities in Jamaica? Thats right mon, millions of people come here each year and why wouldn't they? Just look around you mon, white sandy beaches, clear blue sea, beautiful green landscape, one can't help but forget their problems when they are here, well mon, I'm gon sit back a while and enjoy this life, I'll catch you later mon, just a lil message to the Juggernaut boys, THIS, is paradise, not those cold gray office buildings you sit in day in and day out running the JENT business, not behind the wheel of your cars with the dark tinted windows that barely allow you to see much more than a few feet in front of you, not the "upscale" clubs and bars you frequent when you're "unwinding" perhaps if you boys came out to Jamaica, you will understand why I'm always smiling.
(We watch as JahMon just simply sits on the edge of the shore, the waves come in and he sinks his feet into the water, he finishes his blunt and lets out a sigh of happiness, the camera zooms in on the waves crashing to shore...then fades out)