[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0RNz6PECoc]YouTube - Sup?[/ame]
*The scene opens in a remote town in California. A camera crew drive there van up a driveway outside a large purple mansion. They park next to a purple stretch low-rider with gold wheel-trims. They emerge from the van and gather together there equipment whilst the male reporter combs his hair and straightens his tie. They make there way up the path and into the conservatory where they knock on the door. A young woman’s face can be seen through an eye slot at the top of the door.*
Young woman: “Yes?”
Reporter: “We are here to see Mr Braddock? We have scheduled to do an interview with him this afternoon.”
Young woman: “Yeah? Gimmie a sec”
*The woman begins to screech in Russian and after a second or two several locks click and the door swings open to see the woman in a tight black bikini. She motions them towards the door to the living room which is covered in pictures of Vladimir Lenin. There is a man sitting in a swivel chair facing the opposite wall, with two butch women in green camo bathing suits, standing beside him. The women points to the couch where the crew sit down.*
Man: “Listen braugh, I got the shipment coming in tomorrow afternoon at the docks. And as for those girls your goons ordered, there coming tomorrow braugh. They like leather right braugh?
Reporter: “Excuse me? We are here to do the interview….for OCW?”
Man: “Shit, sup braugh?
*He turns round in his chair revealing a large man in a purple coat with a fedora hat. He has sunglasses on and a joint in his hand.
Man: Welcome to my home braugh. You thirsty braugh? Eva, Inga, get our guests some glasses and bring a bottle of vodka”
Reporter: “Oh no Mr Braddock we mustn’t. We have to get back after this interview and…”
Man: Wait! You called me Braddock braugh. They don’t call me that no more. My name is Le'Tuce. Iceberg Le'Tuce. That name just reminds me of my shit time at OCW braugh. I left it years ago braugh, hated that shit. I came to California braugh and built up my empire with my girl’s braugh.
*The girls come back through the door with five glasses and a bottle of Russian vodka. They pour five glasses and put them on the table. The camera man reaches for a glass but the reporter slaps his hand. Slim reaches for a glass and drinks it in one shot.*
Reporter: “Iceberg Le'Tuce? That sounds like the name of a pimp in a movie.”
Slim: “Pimp? Look around you braugh! This is hooker heaven braugh. What shit do you think I deal with braugh, cookies? This is the real shit here braugh, oh and if you’re interested I got a sweet little Russian chick you might like, Helga Suckmeov. ”
Reporter: Well moving on, do you have any intention of returning to OCWFED?
Slim: “Hell yeah braugh, why do you think I got you to come here? I was a laughing stock at that place. I took a while off and done some fighting at OCF but I still have my passion for wrestling braugh. Ill be back braugh, soon braugh.”
Reporter: “Well that certainly is great. Thank you for your time Mr Brad...I mean Mr Le'Tuce. Well I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say your English has improved since last time you spoke to the OCW fans.
Slim: “Yeah braugh, I got some lessons off of Adrian Bold braugh.”
*The reporter looks at Slim speechless as he undoes his tie and helps himself to the one remaining glass on the table as the camera fades*
