Shane McMahon isn't too used to the Digiworld. He'd only been digidestined for a few weeks before his father suspended him indefinitely, keeping him from returning with the rest of the Smackdown group for a few weeks. Now that he's back, he's not sure what to do. Where to turn. Rusev and Zack are both missing, Tamina and Dolph both fretting because of it. He'd also heard rumblings that Enzo is gone on the Raw side, which is a relief to some and worrisome to the others.

He looks down at the baby digimon in his hands, Upamon nuzzled up close to him as he breathes in and out peacefully, waiting for Shane to decide what to do next. "You know," he says to his partner, "I'm ok with being leader of Survivor Series. I'm ok with jumping off of cages, and whatever else. But this... digiworld stuff... it's kind of intimidating to me. I almost woke up the whole house yelling when you started to grow from Tsubumon into this form." He tickles Upamon and watches him laugh. "I think you did that on purpose."

His partner laughs. "Nooo!" he exclaims, nuzzling further into Shane's soft shirt.

"I don't believe you," Shane says in a singsong voice. They're still exploring, looking at various rocks and small creatures skittering around on the ground at Shane's feet... when everything rattles. And rattles again. And a third time. He stands very still. "What is that?"

"I don't know," Upamon says. "But you should run!"

Which is exactly what Shane does, trying to ignore how the ground shakes harder, faster, closer as whatever it is approaches where they're trying to escape. Shane's almost out of sight, he thinks- he hopes- when the ground cracks under his feet and he crashes elbows first against the ground, trying to shield Upamon. "Ow," he mumbles. When he rolls over, he immediately regrets it, finding himself staring up at an armored creature with huge spears that look closer to drills on the end of each hand. "My God..."

"I am not your god," the digimon informs him sarcastically. "My name is Skull Knightmon." He laughs. "But you have met your maker, that is the truth."

Shane shakes his head, aware that there's nothing he can do to salvage this situation. "Let Upamon go then. You can do whatever you want to me-"

"Shane! No!" Upamon cries, but Shane ignores her, eyeing Skull Nightmon.

"Do we have a plan?"

Skull Knightmon's breath is putrid as he leans closer and laughs in Shane's face. "I'm not sure... How will you make it worth my mile?"

Shane's jaw drops as he takes in the sincerity in her eye, unease and fretfulness wiping away every other emotion he feels, trying desperately to find a way out of this and quickly coming up short. "Give me time to think."

"Not too long." Skull Knightmon pulls back to wait, watching him as if there's realy many places for a human to go in this part of the digiworld. "Soon," he sings. "Soon all will appreciate Skull Knightmon..."