The answers come slowly after Wrestlemania. Once past the confusion and the pain, they all wrestle in their matches, from the Andre the Giant Battle Royal to the main event. Some win, most lose, and all in all it's a complicated, confusing evening. Despite his fever, Seth succeeds against HHH, Dean retains against Baron, and Kevin Owens defeats Chris Jericho.

The next time they meet up in the Digiworld, Luke looks calm. Pulled together. "It's good to see you all," he says, smiling at them. "Well, before we get this show on the road, I have a couple of things to talk to you about. First, Shinsuke Nakamura." Once the fog had dissipated and they could all think clearly again, they'd realized the NXT Superstar had been their savior. So now they all wait for an explanation, one which Luke eagerly provides.

"Back in the 90s, digimon broke through to earth. They landed in Japan and a group of children witnessed a battle between Greymon and Parrotmon. This led to them being chosen as the first official digidestined. They did well, for their ages, but when I took over Genkai, I was uncomfortable with forcing such a life and death situation on children. My next option was..." He looks at the wrestlers. "You all. You live the kind of life that families and friends won't notice when you're needed in the digiworld. Not to mention you're all brave and enjoy enough risk-taking to propel your digimon to the power levels they need to defeat the evil overwhelming this world."

The group exchange glances, still unsure how to feel about this. After everything they've endured, especially recently, they start to consider that they're perhaps at the end of their rope, the only thing keeping them coming when called being all of the digimon hurting and in trouble. Innocent creatures so similar to their partners, losing hope and suffering minute by minute. "So what do you expect us to do?" Seth asks, still a little off-balanced and pale from the lingering effects of his fever. "We were all just kidnapped and had our lives, our identities swiped. We had to stumble back into things like nothing had happened to compete in Wrestlemania and not risk causing more suspicion."

"I know, and I'm so sorry, I should've sensed something was wrong." Luke exhales. "But my next mission for you all is simple." He stares at them. "Now then I understand that WWE recently had a draft. This means it's time for a bit of a shuffling of you all."

Raw's group freezes, realizing what this means. "No way," Seth says slowly. When Luke confirms it with a nod, he curses lowly.

"It gets better, Seth," he says cheerfully, stepping forward with an arm full of red and blue shirts. The group watches him with trepidation, knowing what this means with the draft behind them as well. He wanders through them, handing Miz and Heath Slater brand new red shirts, and Kevin Owens a bright blue one. He shifts to the side, trying to catch Dean Ambrose's eye and chuckles wearily, unsurprised when the man stubbornly looks away. Finally Luke forces the red shirt into his arms and turns back to the others. "Even with the potential addition of Shinsuke, the groups are drastically uneven but don't worry about it, I have plans. Next week, your new group members will be with you. Now." He claps his hands. "Go home, rest up. I'll see you soon."

None of them are thrilled. Dean looks like he wants to tear his shirt to shreds before it even touched any more of his flesh, and the rest of the Smackdown guys look unhappy at having to leave the team, the show, they'd called home for the last few months. But nothing can be done about it so they hesitantly trudge towards the digiport and head home.