Yeah, I don't own Xtreme X-Men, or any of the rest of the X-incarnations. Don't sue me please

What do the Xtreme X-Men call themselves?

(Based off a post I made on X-Fan)

Debris from a climactic battle are strewn everywhere. The team has fought for hours, and finally emerged victorious. True, their skin is bruised, their uniforms torn (especially Storm's, Rogue's, Sage's, and Lifeguards though she is producing a replacement suit at this very moment), but they fought the good fight and won.
All of a sudden, a survivor emerges from the ashes.
Man: Wha? I thought we were done for. And then, I saw you mutants come and thought it would just get worse, and you end up saving us all!
Neal: Its what we [voice cracks] are here to do.
Davis: Yeah you should have seen that bloke when I sent him up three mile in the air in an instant. I love being a mutant.
Bishop: [Under his breath] I swear to God if either one of them ever talks again...
Storm: Quiet you. [To man] We apologize for the collateral damage, but I'm afraid it couldn't be avoided. Still, you guys are safe now....
Man: Yes, yes we are, and we're very thankful. But, who are you people?
Rogue: We're the X-Men, sugah.
Man: ... hey, uh, if you don't mind me asking, what's the "X" stand for.
[Team looks puzzled for a moment. Given their current missions, associating the X with Xavier or the X-Gene seems hardly appropriate.]
Sage: Wow, finally I don't know something... weird.
Bishop: [Standing tall, in an impressive pose] Sir, we are the Xtreme-Men! Our power and might are to the Xtreme!
Man: Doesn't extreme start with an "e"?
Bishop: Sound it out sir. The word is clearly pronounced "X"-"TREME"
Man: I know the first part sounds like the letter "X" but still...
Bishop: HEY! I'm a cop! I think I know how to spell!
Neal: [Pulls a pocket dictionary out of nowhere] Um, he's right Bish-
Bishop: SHUT UP ROOKIE!!!
Neal: HEY SCREW YOU BISHOP I'M SICK OF THIS SHIT! I'VE BEEN IN THIS BOOK JUST AS LONG AS YOU AND I DONT HEAR YOU CALLING ANY OF THESE NEW WHITIES ON THE TEAM ROOKIES! YEAH YOU HEARD ME! POWER TO MY INDIAN BROTHERS! AND SCREW THIS THUNDERBIRD SHIT I'M AGNI AND I'LL BURN YOUR ASS BACK TO NEXT FUCKING WEEK!
A massive, cosmic scale battle ensues. From afar, Vargas observes his diary.
Vargas: Well, I guess that explains this page where Neal's flicking off the reader here.....
Back to the scene at hand....
Man: Book.....?