Michael Anthony

Nikki Sixx: My new band is gonna be something nobody's ever fuckin' seen before.

[Nikki circles a classified ad on a guitarist posted by Mick Mars. Tommy points at it with his drum stick]

Tommy Lee: That dude looks pretty cool.

Nikki Sixx: Do you carry those with you everywhere?

[Tommy starts twirling his drumstick with one hand]

Tommy Lee: Yeah.

Nikki Sixx: Where'd you learn to do that?

Tommy Lee: High school marching band. Hey, but I rock too.

Nikki Sixx: So here's my theory, okay? If we want to knock people on their asses, then we've gotta give them a show. The punks, they're doing the minimalist thing, so let's take it in the exact opposite direction. I'm talking, I'm talking a stadium show in the clubs, man. Like, costumes and lights and...

Tommy Lee: Pyro. Flames and shit!

[Tommy sprays a lighter]

Nikki Sixx: Exactly.

Tommy Lee: Explosions.

Nikki Sixx: Exactly! Look, it's a fucking war out there, and the only way we win is by showing these kids something they've never seen before.

Vince Neil: So what do we call this thing?

Nikki Sixx: Where is it? Here.

[Nikki pulls out his notebook with lyrics and Satanic drawings]

Nikki Sixx: You know, it's all about being, like, fucking larger than life.

[Nikki shows them a sheet of paper with a pentagram and the word "XMASS"]

Vince Neil: XMASS?

Nikki Sixx: Yeah.

Mick Mars: On a scale of one to ten, that gets a 1.9.

[Tommy chuckles]

Nikki Sixx: It's a play on Christmas, you know. You can use all the Christ imagery and shit. It'll piss people off and make people think, you know. It... It's got shock value.

Mick Mars: Yeah. I'm shocked by how much it blows.

[Tommy and Vince laugh]

Nikki Sixx: All right then, assholes. You give it a shot, but fucking make it big!

[Tommy gets an idea]

Nikki Sixx: Here. Use my pen, Tommy.

[Tommy starts scribbling on the notebook while chuckling]

Nikki Sixx: What have you got, Tommy?

[Tommy shows a drawing of a penis and the words "The Fourskins". Vince and Nikki laugh]

Nikki Sixx: The Fourskins? Really, Tommy?

Tommy Lee: Yeah. 'Cause we're gonna fuck the audience in the face every night, dude.

Nikki Sixx: Yeah, but can you see that shit on the marquee above the Forum?

Tommy Lee: Okay, you're right. I'm out.

Nikki Sixx: Come on, Mick. You've gotta do better than that.

[Mick shows them the words "Motley Crew"]

Mick Mars: I've been waiting a long time for this day.

Nikki Sixx: All right.

[Nikki grabs the notebook and does some scribbling on Mick's suggestion. He then shows his version of the name to the band]

Tommy Lee: [laughing] That's sick, dude!

Nikki Sixx: Right?

Vince Neil: Yeah.