Chromeboy and Casey Jones are backstage engrossed in what appears to be a serious conversation. The camera slowly zooms in...

"Well I don't understand why it's called that..." Chrome said.

"It's just what it has always been." Jones stated.

"But why is it the OTHER white meat? Why isn't turkey the other white meat? Or mayhaps pork should be the white meat and chicken can be the other white meat. That leads to another pressing matter, why is it that beef is what's for dinner?" Chrome questioned

Jones pondered for a moment, "Good point!"

As Chromeboy scratched his head in deep thought on these "pressing matter", Jones suddenly seemed distracted by something he noticed. He quickly walked away from Chrome as he went over to a table that said "Tag Team Tournament". Realizing that Jones was no longer at his side Chrome wandered over.

Jones asked, "What pray tell is this tournament about?"

Chrome responded, "What difference does it make, we shall dominate regardless."

The person sitting at the table opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Jones, "Well hello there plebian. My partner and I would like to sign up for this tournament.

The "plebian" responded, "Okay, what is the name of your team?"

Chrome spoke up, "We are..." then paused, "MODERN MYTHOLOGY...ology...ology..."

Jones gave Chrome a sideways glance and shook his head, "Yes, we are Modern Mythology."

The plebian asked, "Names of participants?"

Chrome again spoke up, "Chromeboy and Casey Jones."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there Foilboy" Jones interjected, "I apologize for my partners ignorance, he means Casey Jones and Chromeboy."

Chrome shoves himself in front of Jones and says, "No, no, I had it right the first time. Chromeboy and Casey Jones. That's spelled C-H-R-O-M-E..."

"D-O-M-E" Jones cut Chromeboy off.

Chrome gave Casey an angry look and continued, "B-O-Y. All one word. Don't screw it up."

"Yes, and I am C-A-S-E-Y space J-O-N-E-S. Perhaps you have heard of me. I am Hero to the Common and the Champion of the European Union!"

The young man at the table nodded his head as he wrote down the names. "Okay got it. You both are in."

"Excellent!" Casey exclaimed, "Now I desire a scone and a cup of the queen's finest tea. Make it happen plebian!"

"But...."

"Make it snappy!" Chrome bellowed, "And I will take a Chicago style pizza with extra sauce and a bottle of the finest Mountain Dew that Walmart has to offer!"

With that Jones and Chrome scurried away resuming their previous conversation, "Where exactly is the beef?" The camera fades out...

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