Michael Trey: Been waiting long?

Jonathan Storm: Too long...I'm fucking soaked. Ashlee would kill me if she saw me like this.

Trey: Sorry, Jon.... you know how it goes. Get working on something, lose track of time...

Storm: Yeah...it's all cool, Michael. Are your bags packed for MTT2? I left Ashlee her ticket, and I sent one to Claire so they could meet us at the first stop.

Trey: The bags are in the trunk, actually. Did you check to see who we'd be facing first match?

Storm: Yeah...We got some guy named Bazooka Joe, and this other guy, Evan Douglas. They're called Perfect Destruction for some odd reason. As far as I know, neither of them are perfect, and the only thing they destroy, is mirrors by looking into them.

Trey: *chuckles* Bazooka Joe? What the hell is that all about? Come on Storm, I told you that I we shouldn't join these tourneys unless we were going to get someone who would actually pose some sort of challenge. And now we're matched up against guys named Bazooka Joe and Evan Douglas?!

Trey: At least tell me that you know something about these guys.

Storm: I know enough to tell you I've kicked Evan's Canadian ass a few times in my career.

Trey: He's Canadian?

Storm: Evan's got this thing for five dollar hookers and cardboard belts. He even claimed to be "God's Greatest Creation". I only doubt that, since I'm an aethist. And yes...he's Canadian. It's a bad mix, eh?

Trey: HE'S CANADIAN?! This guy sounds like a waste of time... a real loser, Jon. Come on..."God's Greatest Creation"? Who says something that stupid...that ridiculous... that...lame?

Storm: Some Canadian named Evan Douglas? The guy's not all there. If you think the Canadian thing is bad, that five dollar hooker he pays to cheerlead for him, Clarissa? Canadian too, and looks like half of her teeth have been made from moose antlers. Geez, Trey...they're both as ugly as sin, and smell twice as bad. Good grief man...are you smelling cakewalk through this match?

Trey: Do I REALLY have to go to this one, Jon? I mean, fighting a Canadian that happens to be a few fries short of a happy meal is bad enough, but having to be within ten yards of this wench, Clarissa? Two Canadians? Ugly as sin? I mean... the STENCH, man... the STENCH?! You know Canadians only take monthly showers, and they might not have had theirs lately! You don't need me for this one... cakewalk, man, cakewalk. Come on...I'm afraid of Canadians! They give me nightmares.

Storm: Trey...we got contractual obligations to this one. Besides, some guys in the circuit are calling you a ripoff. *Smirking* Apparently, they don't know you too well.

Trey: A RIPOFF?! Alright, so I've been using this move for my entire career... I don't care whether Hoffman has used it longer than me or not, I've never heard of him. Damn, Jon... does anyone even think we have a chance to win this thing? It's obvious that they know you well enough, but me?

Storm: Trey...nobody thinks we can do this. I talked to my agent this morning, he doesn't think so. My wife doesn't think so. NOBODY in the world believes that we have a chance...I think we need to start proving people wrong, Michael.

Trey: Storm... you know my career in HWF. You know that proving people wrong is exactly what I do best. But you know something, Storm? The only way to give everything to this tournament is to go in without fear of failure. If you're out there afraid of letting Ashlee or Claire or me down, then you just might do that. But if you and I get out there and we fight like we know we can fight...if we fight without fear of what it'll mean to lose...that's when you win, Jon.

Storm: Trey...are we equipped for this?

Trey: Jon, let me level with you. If I didn't think we could win this tourney, I never would have let you sign us up for it. I don't get into things that I don't think I can end up winning, and with you here, we're more than equipped. We SHOULD be favorites, but apparently your circuit buddies are too damn lazy to go out and do a little background check on yours truly. If they had, they'd know just how determined I can be... and how I never, ever...ever lose. Not in the end, and in a tourney like this, one loss IS the end. I don't expect to see that loss, and neither should you, Jon.

Storm: Then let's stop the car, pull the cameraman out of the back seat, and cut this damn promo.

Storm: The Millennium Tag Team Tournament...sixteen of the top tag teams in the world...well, there's fifteen, and then us. Something about that just doesn't add up. It's probably because it's us...and we start the parade of upsets this weekend against Evan Douglas and Bazooka Joe.

Trey: And when he says "parade of upsets", Storm means exactly that. I know right now that no matter who you try to match us up against, and no matter who we beat along the way, we'll always be the underdogs. You'll always underestimate us and say that we can't, we won't win this tournament. And why? Why aren't we being given a chance in this?

Storm: Evan...do you remember our last encounter? You wanted me to worship you...you told me to idolize you. I turned you into a human cube. I made you suffer. Expect nothing different from me this time...I plan on making it ten times worse. We've got so much riding on this, I can't help but think I have to go at you with full tilt. Evan, you might be "The Only Champion"...but as far as I'm concerned? You're only second best.

Trey: Evan, I don't know you. You don't know me. But I know you're Canadian. And wrestling a Canadian...well, that's just not cool. Especially one that says he's "God's Greatest Creation"? Evan, I don't expect you to even pose a problem here. Storm's beaten you before. And if you're the greatest creation, then my opinion of God just got lowered a notch... so either be honest and admit how much you suck, or expect someone else to PROVE it.

Storm: Evan...look at me...it's been six months since our match, and we've both changed so much. Unfortunately, you haven't changed enough to make it matter...you're still second rate to me. And in the end? I don't expect you to lay down for me...but I can promise you, that you're going to Cry For Help...but what about your partner? Your stablemate in Armegeddon? Bazooka Joe? Not an issue.

Trey: Evan, Joe? Look at us here. We're two of the HWF elite. ELITE. Look that word up if it's not in your vocabulary, and you'll find that it means the best. The top of the tier. You all know how good Storm is... but me? I'm the wild card. I'm the "make or break" in every match. I'm that guy that you gotta keep an eye on, because you never know what I'll do. *Trey turns to Storm* And Jonathan... Storm is the rock. The foundation. The guy that gets it done, night in and night out. Just admit it, boys... this guy is amazing. And if he chose ME as a partner, what does that automatically say?

Storm: Ultimately, Joe...you're gonna have to eventually realize that this team probably is not only the dark horse...but the one team that can pull off the w's consistently...I mean, I know you don't get it, so I'll put it in military terms...We kick ass, you suck, roger that? Joe...Evan. You call yourselves "Perfect Destruction". We'll be seeing some destruction in the ring that night...and it's going to be perfect. Only because The Lost Boys will be holding their hands up in victory.

Trey: Before we end this little smack session, I just want to talk about Bazooka Joe for a minute. I'm sorry, Storm, but ever since you mentioned that name in the car, I can't stop laughing in my head. *Trey chuckles*

Storm: Hey, I understand, bro...it's a pretty wacky name.

Trey: And people were calling me a ripoff? I mean, how can you even begin to take a guy seriously when his name is a brand of bubblegum? Well, BJ, we might not know each other, but it's already my goal to humiliate you. Talk about a lame gimmick. Bazooka Joe. Come on, Joe... come out from behind the lame name with all it's stupid connotations and show us who you really are. You don't see me hiding behind some fake name.

Storm: It ultimately comes down to the fact that no matter what name you give us...we're real. We have the same feelings that everyone else does...but we don't care quite frankly care OR believe in you.

Trey: Therefore.... it's not going to bother us to DESTROY you.

Storm: Out of sight, out of mind...and you'll be so far gone, you won't matter anymore.

Trey: Bazooka Joe....how ridiculous can you get? Nevermind. Like Jon said, after we meet, it won't matter. It'll just be another W in the win column, and another pair of beds in the intensive care wing... and we'll just be looking towards the next match.

Storm: And looking towards two new victims without any clue of what to expect from Michael Trey and Jonathan Storm.

Trey: I'm sure you still won't listen... you'll just ask what these "Lost Boys" are so upset about. You'll just sit there and ask why we're so mad. You'll ask what we're rebelling against.

Storm: Here's a better question...what AREN'T we rebelling against?