Shane McMahon doesn't get this world. This Digiworld. He feels like it's something he should ask his sons about, but he can't talk about it. Luke had warned him, Seth Rollins even had warned him the last time both shows were at the same arena a few weeks back for the Royal Rumble. He sighs and rubs his hands together briskly, wishing more Smackdown people he trusted were here. Like, AJ. Or something. But no, he's trapped with Owens' piercing stare, Carmella's unimpressed glower, Rusev's belittling sarcasm, and Chad Gable's pure disgust. "Not easy being the commissioner," he mumbles to his partner, the only person seems happy to spend time with him.

Armadillomon is a golden skinned beast with armored skin, defending himself by rolling into a ball. If that doesn't work, he has claws almost longer than Shane's fingers so Shane knows he can take care of himself if need be. Even so, Shane feels uncomfortable here, out of his depth. Shinsuke, enigmatic man that he is, senses it despite the language barrier, and eases up to him with a patient smile on his face. "Hello, Shinsuke," Shane greets his Royal Rumble winner, and his face creases happily.

"Hello." They stand side by side for awhile. "It gets... easier," he offers. "When I... was first chosen, I was lost and... confused as well. But give it... time. You will get used to it. We are here for you."

Shane casts a glance over his shoulder at the others, still feeling disliked, unwanted. "I know you are, Shinsuke. Thank you," he says as diplomatically as he can, smiling up at the only man here who probably half-way likes him. He thumbs at his digivice anxiously and shakes his head, staring at the growing sea of red dots that always seems so overwhelming at first, and takes so long to wade through even with the Raw team's help.

In the end, it's Zack Ryder who calls to him. "Hey, bro! C'mon! We're going!" Shane blinks a few times before jogging over to join the group, ignoring the flat stares aimed at him as they head out.

Ends up not being one digimon, or even just two. It's a whole village worth of creatures attacking, young, old, rookie, mega. They're drowning quickly, taking damage from places they weren't even sure were places. They're all down, gasping for some sort of reprieve, when Shane sees it. A shadow when he dares shift his head to the left. Weird flowing energy pouring from just inside of the front gates. He crawls desperately towards his partner, tapping Armadillomon until he uncurls, greatly less damaged in comparison to the others thanks to his great defense. "Shane?" he hisses, startled.

"I think I see the cause of all of this," Shane hisses to him. It's slow, it's painful, each movement sending a new barrage of attacks at them, but Shane shields Armadillomon as best as he can and they move inch by painstaking inch towards what Shane's spotted. The creature's eyes are glowing red, its body a strange mix of silver alloy and yellow with blue lines crisscrossing it. The gleam of energy pours from him, covering the entirety of the village before them. "I think he's possessing everyone," Shane mutters.

"Why not me? Or the other digidestined?" Armadillomon hisses back.

"Perhaps because we arrived recently and he hasn't adjusted for us yet," Shane suggests. "Or he's too busy controlling those he has possessed and can't spread himself any thinner."

"Either way, we have to stop him before he does try it," he whispers, claws at the ready as he jumps at Logimon, rolling into a ball and striking him with everything he's got. Except that the creature barely flinches and Armadillomon gapes at him.

"Try again," Shane urges, so this time his partner rears back and scratches Logimon from head to feet with everything he's got. Still no sign of pain or weakness. "What the-"

The attack is unexpected, washes over both of them and leaves them in so much agony there's not even a chance to scream as pure plasma blasts over their skin, hot and unforgiving. Shane digs his nails into the ground while Armadillomon writhes next to him, their bodies burning, scorching under the force of the head-on attack. He spits, he struggles, but there's nothing he can do now but lay here, grip his digivice, try just to breathe. "Armadillomon," he pants, tears pouring down his face. From the pain, or realization that he might not even make it out of here alive.

He moans as fresh light pours over him, Shane bracing for more pain, perhaps death, when... time slows. Power tickles at his consciousness, and he forces his eyes open in time to see the glow cover Armadillomon. His partner grows, his voice alters, and he yells out, "Armadillomon digivolve tooo...!" A tall, yellow beast with spiked fur, and massive grey paws, he carries a bone club over his back, and even Shane is somewhat intimidated by him. "HANUMON!"

Hanumon is... well, the only probable word for this creature is impressive. Shane can only lay and watch as Hanumon's eyes narrow right onto Logimon. He moves at the speed of light, teeth bared as he pulls his bone club forward and strikes Logimon, once, with force, across the chest, sending him flying and snapping his control over the village. Just like that. Logimon gapes, thrusted back into the real world, and all Shane can do is laugh at the startled, pained look on the creature's face. He tries to fight back with more plasma but Hanumon sidesteps it with ease, flames forming along his fists before he punches Logimon again and again until finally he wavers, a cry of pain comes from him and he shatters into a million pieces, his reign of terror over this village officially over.

Hanumon stands for a moment or two before turning to look at Shane intently. Shane almost feels uncomfortable, but then his partner reaches down and pulls him to his feet, dusting him off as carefully as he possibly can. "I'm gonna be ok," he says, still feeling a little shaky on his feet but knowing that his words are true. He's breathing, he's on his feet. He's had it much worse over his lengthy career. "Let's join the others." So they do, relieved to find that none of them were seriously hurt and that all of the villagers will be alright too, in time.

Shane smiles around at the group, casting another quick glance over at his partner as he helps Shinsuke and Coronamon right a knocked over statue near the front gates. I think I'm going to grow to like this place just fine.