Being a digidestined is weird. Like, beyond weird. It takes him from the world he knows, the people knows, his family, and sacks him out in this strange plane of existence where he has an intense bear type creature for a partner, and has to depend on the other digidestined, who are mostly rivals of his from WWE. He doesn't think he likes it, but dammit, the world needs him apparently, to keep evil away, to keep it here and not flowing onto earth which has enough problems anymore.
It always seems sucky to him to keep Bearmon locked in his digivice at night so, once everything is quiet and peaceful, he lets his partner out and they lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling. Sometimes they sleep, mostly they're just reflecting quietly, and rarely they actually talk. His feud with Sami ebbing and flowing as it always does, Kevin reaches out and rustles the fur on Bearmon's arm, smirking to himself. "I don't know how old you are," he admits. "But sometimes... I think about the past. Don't tell anyone, but in another world, Sami and I were friends. Best friends, even."
Bearmon's dark eyes are locked on him as he continues to recite his past, the rookie digimon listening intently.
"But then he was signed by WWE and things fell apart," Owens confesses. "I felt left behind, lesser than, and when I finally made it, I took it out on him. I still do. We weren't supposed to go alone, he's not supposed to be seen as better than I am. I made him, he made me. But it happened anyway..." His words fade away, he presses his jaw against his arms and sighs glumly. Bearmon doesn't say anything, which strikes Owens as odd but, when he looks over at his partner, it's to find that he's not the same- his eyes are different, his body is different, he's lost his fur.
Owens scrambles and chokes, sitting up. "Who- what are you?!"
His body is pieces of armor fused together, purple emblems stencled against his skin. One huge orange eye stares back at Owens and he wonders how the hell he'd not realized that Bearmon isn't here. Instead of introducing himself, he laughs callously and stares harder at Owens, a strange sensation washing over the wrestler. "Stop- stop," Kevin slurs out, waving a hand at him. "Stop..." He's drifting, barely able to breathe. He can't moved, can barely breathe through whatever the digimon is doing to him, and for a quick, quiet moment, he worries about Bearmon.
He's trying to pull himself together enough to say something, maybe try to fight off this creature, but then there's a blinding flash of light and something huge thuds nearby, his eyes widening as he twists with the last of his energy, finding a huge, formidable purple bear tear at the creature with massive fists covered in red, huge spikes protruding. Data pours down around Owens and he coughs and sneezes, blinking as the armored creature pulls back, sneering at them before faltering, more data pouring from the massive wound in his side. He lets out a wild cry before swirling around and disappearing as quickly as he'd appeared.
Owens swallows as the wild digimon nudges against him. "Bearmon," he groans.
"Name's Gryzmon now," his partner tells him. "I digivolved to find you in this world. Come, I'll get us out of here." How Owens gets up on his back, he's not sure, but he manages to not get bounced back off when Gryzmon lunges through the strained darkness, tearing through particles of data until they find themselves back on grass, sun pouring down upon them. Gryzmon lightly drops, letting Owens roll off, before dedigivolving back into Bearmon.
They're still laying there when the others find them, Seth and Alicia working together to pull them to their feet while Miz and Heath fret uselessly a few feet away. "I'm fine," Owens grunts, freeing himself from Seth while looking at Bearmon. "You're... the best partner I ever coulda asked for," he half laughs through the pain coursing through his taxed body, collapsing back onto his knees and hugging Bearmon to him.
