"So. We're kinda screwed, huh?" Enzo asks, his eyes closed. He wonders if they've missed Wrestlemania yet. A mass disappearing act like this would surely raise some flags, but since they're all stranded on another world, there's little chance they'll be found in time.

"Kinda," Cass exhales. There's a line of them sitting by the wall, Owens camped out by the general place they were thrown in at, waiting for those responsible to return. Though Cass is starting to suspect that they're not going to return, that the group of them are going to be stuck here for the rest of their lives. He decides to keep that cheerful thought to himself, however.

Seth is feverish and listless. Dean tries not to panic, but that's impossible. He's mumbling things about wanting to regain himself by defeating HHH, and how much he regrets and... so many other things that Dean would rather ignore but can't, because dammit, once upon a time, Seth was his brother, and now two serious knee injuries later, they find themselves in this damp, dank cavern and Dean wonders if he has an infection or if it's just a standard illness. Otamamon and Betamon prove to be a lifesaver, maybe literally, as they take Seth's shirt, tear it into strips, and then drench it with Water Jet, pressing it against Seth's forehead and waiting patiently.

When he starts to bat at the wet coolness in protest, Dean takes over, holding it in place. "Calm down, brother. We're just gettin' you healthy again. Relax." When Seth stops fighting, his lips parted and a glazed look in his eye as he peers at Dean, it's a bit of a relief. When he falls back asleep, the fever starting to break, Dean almost feels like celebrating. But first, to get out of this place.

Alicia, Heath, Miz, and Dolph are sitting in a loose circle, none that talkative. Lost in thought about what might be going on in the other world. "Hope my kids're ok," Heath says, which makes Alicia giggle helplessly.

"Maryse is probably losing her mind," Mike sighs.

"She's probably enjoying the silence, you mean," Dolph picks.

"I'm sure everyone's glad to have a break from you too, Ziggler," he snaps back. But none of them really have energy to argue so they quickly fall silent, none thrilled with the situation.

-x

It's quiet. The calm before the storm, as it were. There are discussions ongoing to figure out match placement, entrances, pyro, a number of other things. "So, Seth, you're going out with this lit torch?" one of the techs asks him, making a note on a piece of paper when he nods.

"Yep. Symbolism, you know?" He looks calm, if a bit flushed from a fever. His knee is still a little off, but better than it had been and he's looking forward to tonight. As soon as the tech leaves, his calm appearance fades and he smirks, raising his eyebrows at Dean as he passes him by. "I can't believe they're buying this," he says, his voice growing deeper and somewhat more angrier than Seth's.

"I know," Dean says, his voice a high pitched rasp. "Humans are stupid, it's almost going to be disappointing when we wipe them out of existence easily and take over this pathetic world of theirs."

The Digiworld had become something of a nuance to all of them. Unable to live peacefully with digimon and digidestined alike working against them. So when they'd learned of this spectacle called Wrestlemania, it hadn't been difficult to work a plan out. Kidnap the digidestined, use a mix of their powers to change their forms into ones similiar to the humans, and then break through the portal and take their lives over. It had been a lot to learn for each digimon but thankfully with some mindreading mojo, it had been accomplished, and now they're here, intigrating themselves, preparing for this... Wrestlemania show.

Except that there are other digidestined afoot. Ricardo Rodriguez, and Wade Barrett, are both involved in nearby events. AJ Lee, CM Punk and Alberto Del Rio aren't far behind, for some reason. It's as if they've sensed something is wrong, had come here for whatever reason. The digimon are antsy in their borrowed clothes and their strange bodies. "What can we do though, really?" 'Dolph' asks, flinching when Zack Ryder comes up and slings an arm around him.

"Hey bro, long time no see!" It's a joke, despite his injury the two clearly still see a lot of each other, or at least did before Gattai Ancient Volcamon took over.

"Oh, uh, yeah," he stammers out, trying to make his voice sound more like Dolph's. It doesn't seem to attract suspicion, but still, it's a relief when Zack spots Mojo Rawley and runs over to greet him as well. "I don't have the patience for this," the high powered digimon hisses.

"We'll figure it out," Mervamon promises, playing with her recreation of Alicia's hair. "Just needs time."

But time they do not have. It's Wrestlemania week and 'Heath' quickly gets cornered by Wade in a bar just down the street from the hotel, wanting to catch up with his former Nexus teammate. Budmon is too young and inexperienced to understand human speech patterns, and even claiming he has a cold isn't enough to distract Wade. "I need a beer," he attempts to say in an awful sounding southern accent before taking his leave of the British man.

"I think we have a problem," Wade says into his phone as soon as Heath's out of sight. He knows Slater. That most definitely was not Slater...

So, after the Hall of Fame has concluded later that night, AJ, Wade, Zack, Ricardo and Alberto meet up outside of the building. Alberto seems bored with the situation, disinterested in helping, but Ricardo speaks to him quickly in Spanish and he concedes, staring at them suspiciously as he lets Gabumon out of his digivice. The others follow with their partners and it's as if data calls to data, all of the creatures are tense, focused on the building before them. "I can sense them," Gabumon mumbles, his claws clicking together.

"Me too," Gatomon says, her teeth bared as Veemon and Renamon also show signs of displeasure, their eyes fixed on the door before them. Mokumon is the only one unconcerned, held protectively in Punk's grasp as he's never had the opportunity to digivolve, considering he's usually here, in this world and not surrounded by the organic power of his own. But even he perks up when the door opens and a mishmash of wrestlers tumble out, Alicia first, followed by Heath, Dolph, Dean, Seth, Owens, Enzo, Cass and Miz.

The group stares at each other, no one moving. "I was hoping we'd have more time than this," Budmon sighs, watching as his fellow fake Digidestined morph back into their own forms, readying for battle.

"Holy shit," Zack mumbles, Dolph becoming a creature with a volcano like formation on his back before his very eyes. "That's... so screwed up."

Seems to be the theme of the evening as Alicia turns into the wicked looking seductress of Mervamon, Cass into an armored ball-shaped creature holding swords, Enzo into a monstrous dragon with horns and deep claws, green cape billowing behind him. Dean's true form is a larvae type creature with no eyes, and Heath's is a michevious baby type digimon with pink horns, while Mike becomes a box robot like creature with two arms but no legs. "What is this, the Jetsons?" Zack mumbles, wincing away when Owens becomes a bipedal dog with rocket launchers all over his body. After everything, it seems only fitting that Seth's true form would be a water god, trident held at his side pulsing with purple power. "Poseidomon," Zack breathes out in awe.

They are drastically outnumbered, not to mention weaker because they're in the real world, but none of them are willing to give up. "Go, now, Renamon!" AJ calls out, relieved when her partner automatically digivolves to her highest form, the others quickly following suit until Shakamon, Vajaramon and Seraphimon are lined up before them.

The first volley of attacks takes out Budmon, Kunemon, Blikmon and Gladimon, while weakening Mervamon and Slayerdramon. Those remaining look at each other before facing off against the earth bound digidestined once more. "For that, you will all pay!" Mervamon squeeches, dashing at them with her hands extended, preparing for an attack.

To be continued.