[Scene: Backstage at Iron City Wrestling’s Iron City Gauntlet]

The camera cuts to the chaotic backstage area. Officials are still reacting, EMTs rushing past. Amid the chaos, the curtain flaps aside and in strut THE NEW UNTOUCHABLES — JEFFREY DANIELS and LEE SCOTT ROTHLESBERGER (LSR) — loud, laughing, and loving every second. Daniels has the cattle prod slung across his shoulder like a trophy. LSR is grinning, sunglasses on indoors like he’s never left the early 2010s.

JEFFREY DANIELS
(laughing, pointing back toward the curtain)
Y’ALL SEE THAT?! THAT’S how you make a moment! Iron City Gauntlet? More like Iron City GET KICKED IN THE TEETH! My man Scott Steel lookin’ like he got electrocuted in the middle of a Just For Men commercial and then got hit with every size superkick we had!

LSR
(deadpan, arms folded)
Phase One: Execute Disruption Protocol Omega.

DANIELS
(turning to him)
What?

LSR
You know. “Run in and fry him with a cattle prod then kick him in the face a buncha times” sounds low-class. I’m building the mythos.

DANIELS
(grinning, to the camera)
Whatever you call it, we’re here, baby! The New Untouchables are in Iron City Wrestling! And guess what, Eric Dane? You didn’t invite us. That’s fine. We’re not guests—we’re home invaders. And tonight, we just kicked in the damn door!

LSR
Scott Steel. Dane. Northern Pro memories still burn. You thought we forgot. You thought we forgave.
Nah.
We remember the condescension. We remember the homophobic slurs.

DANIELS
(briefly serious)
We sure as hell remember the fucking powerbombs.

LSR
Well guess what?

DANIELS
(cutting in, excited)
WE READY NOW, BABY! We got the boots, the buzz, and the beef! And we ain’t just here to play tag team champions—we’re here to burn this place down and dance on the ashes!

LSR
This was just a preview. An appetizer. A—
(making air quotes)
—“mission statement.”

DANIELS
And the mission?
(grinning wide)
SUPERKICK IRON CITY WRESTLING UNTIL IT LOVES US.
Every vet. Every newb. Every sluggish, no-workrate dweeb who walks in the doors.
Especially you, Steel.
Steroids are out, bro
Now? You're just a cautionary tale with a tourettes face.

LSR
Tick tock, Dane. Your clock’s running out. And Iron City just became New Untouchable territory.

They turn to each other, mid-strut, and slap a ridiculous, way-too-elaborate high five. Jeffrey finishes it by spinning in a circle and pointing both fingers at the camera like a goof. LSR keeps walking, sunglasses never slipping.

DANIELS
(throwing one last glance back)
Tell Scott he can keep the teeth he’s got left. We’re generous like that.
Next time?
Maybe we take his spot in the match. Or his career.
Y’know. Whichever’s easier.

They disappear down the hall, full of swagger, leaving nothing but chaos and smug energy in their wake.

[Fade Out.]