Seth Rollins is a sell-out. It had been Dean Ambrose's mantra for so very long by now. From the moment that the steel chair had hit Roman's back, Dean's feelings had ranged from pained affection to pure, murderous rage. And, sure, Seth had worked hard, had come back after injurying his knee, and had received a title opportunity for the belt he'd never technically lost. So, when Dean had found himself with the Money in the Bank briefcase, watching Seth wrestle, and defeat Roman to regain what was his, he felt that urge, that itch in the back of his mind. To cause some mayhem. To ruin for his brother what he had been ruining for them for years by now. So, he does, and he gets some gold as a result.
He'd forgotten the rush of being an asshole, of using all the little tricks around to get what he'd wanted. Things that people like Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens would do without blinking, things that he used to do before feuding with the Wyatts and Evolution had left him deciding maybe it'd be alright to be a good guy for awhile. But no more, the old Ambrose is back, and he relishes in it, in the feel and weight of the title belt against his shoulder.
At least, that is, until he finds himself in the Digiworld later on, staring through some haze at a Digimon that he thinks would've probably been one of those holy angel types if not for the red glow coming from its eyes. Which would be worrisome enough, but his eyes are kinda locked on the massive blue swords that seem to be in place of its arms. He definitely worries when these things start getting aimed at him, like he's gonna get run through at any moment. His only comfort is that Otamamon is by his side and he can still feel the weight of his digivice in his jeans pocket. Separated from the others, maybe, but at least he has this much. So finally, his surroundings analyzed to the best of his ability, he shifts forward. "Who are you?" he demands.
The once-holy creature stares at him, smirking. "I am SlashAngemon." Right in one then, Dean realizes. "I am here to preserve justice." Gliding forward, the winged creature presses the tip of one of its sword hands close to Dean's throat. "Do you believe there is justice in your actions, digidestined?"
Dean swallows, faltering a little under the intense glow of this creature's stare. "Maaaybe?" he drawls out, uncertain how to respond.
SlashAngemon scrutinizes him before stepping back, considering it. "Perhaps," he mulls it over as well. "But perhaps not." The sword is back quickly, Dean instinctively trying to take a step back just for the Digimon to follow him. "You took the other Digidestined's opportunity to regain what was lost to him. Is that justice to you?"
"After everything he put me and Roman through, yes," Dean finally says, lifting his head in something of a challenge and staring the digimon down. "We were brothers and he ruined it, so he deserved everything he got."
SlashAngemon is still staring at him, so distracted by trying to sift through the complexity of human emotions, his eyes still tinted an evil red, that he doesn't realize at first as Otamamon shifts around. When he does, however, his other sword quickly tracks the little guy and presses against his tail, pinning him in place. "Otamamon!" Dean exclaims as his partner shudders, looking so small and vulnerable in comparison to the massive weapon threatening to delete him at the smallest provocation.
"Brothers," SlashAngemon mulls over Dean's statement even as he contemplates ending the rookie digimon's life. "I see. Despite everything, you still see him like that. Like your brother." His sword presses closer to Otamamon and Dean grits his teeth, hating both the digimon's- correct- claim, and the danger that his partner is in.
"So what if I do?" he demands, stepping forward to try to take some of the focus off of Otamamon. "What's it to you?" The sword is now back on his own throat, and that's ok. It keeps Otamamon a little more safer, and that's the important thing. He's barely just thought that when there's a blinding glow and the digimon gasps as power streams from Dean's digivice into Otamamon, sending the sword away from him as he grows in size and strength, staring down at SlashAngemon once he's fully formed into Plesiomon.
The white water beast stares down at SlashAngemon and tilts his head, unimpressed when the swords approach him this time. Opening his massive jaws, he blasts out a deep torrent of water that washes over SlashAngemon and sends his swords back and away from both himself and Dean. Using this as leverage, Plesiomon sends shockwaves through SlashAngemon by slamming his fins against the ground, leaving him vulnerable to another blast of water that, between the shockwaves and the pressure, shatters the swords into little pieces of data.
SlashAngemon screams out in pain as his main weapons scatter in the wind, Plesiomon shaking his head viciously before a burst of more water slams into SlashAngemon, tearing through his already weakened body and deletes him entirely. As soon as the creature is gone, the mist they're trapped in dissipates and they find themselves back in the digiworld, Dean staring at his mega level partner. "Guess everything's coming up Ambrose tonight," he says with a smirk, ignoring the nagging feeling deep inside from SlashAngemon's observations.
