Luke stares at the calendar before him. Tries to breathe. The only thing he has been telling himself for weeks is there's always steep turnover in this world. Wrestlers get fired, they get injured, they do whatever that takes them off the road, and it's always up to those remaining to hang on, be strong. Which has been easier in the past than now. There are four guys on the Raw roster. Heath, Miz, Seth and TJ. And yes, they keep things together and they've been mostly successful up to this point, but the doubts still reign supreme in Luke'a thoughts. It would take just one screw up, one a,bush of multiple digimon and they could get hurt or worse. He steeples his fingers and sighs. He'd wanted to wait until after Wrestlemania, but he thinks it needs addressed now.

So he does.

-x

Drake Maverick grimaces. Spits some grass out of his mouth and sits up to find he's not alone in this bizarre situation. "Ariya Daivari?" he asks, running shaky fingers through his hair, watching the man mumble under his breath and adjust the collar of his $1600 dollar shirt. "What the bloody hell happened? Where are we?"

"I'm not sure," he says with a disdainful sniff. "I was talking with Drew Gulak and then I blinked and found myself laying not far from you. I wish I knew, trust me." They stare at each other for a few minutes as Drake pulls himself up, dusts himself off.

"I see," he mumbles. Getting no real sense of companionship from Ariya, he's just turned away to see if he can find answers or a clue, something, when a man appears out of nowhere a few feet away. He yelps and backs away, unsure what to expect, until Luke raises his hands and tries to look as unthreatening as possible. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he squeaks out, relieved when Ariya finally moves to join him, both of them gaping at Luke.

"I am not here to harm you," he tells them kindly. "Quite the opposite, actually. I, this world, your fellow wrestlers, we need your help." And so for the next ten minutes, he tells them everything. They run their fingers over the solid plates of their brand new digivices and get to know their new partners, Drake's a friendly enough blue and white furred creature named Gabumon, while Ariya's partner is essentially a pink puppy with a strange golden ring drooping loosely from her neck, introducing herself as Salamon.

Frowning, general manager and wrestler stare at each other, unsure what to think about any of this strange new reality they find themselves thrown into. "What are we supposed to do now?!"

Their answer comes, somewhat, when the rest of the team arrives and TJ Perkins greets them cheerfully, throwing his arms around them and pulling them close. "Welcome to the team, guys! Ready to go explore this world, risk your lives with each breath and ultimately kick some ass?"

Neither seem thrilled when they exchange almost fearful glances at this proclaimation, the only thing keeping them from running back to earth screaming being the hopeful looks in their partners' faces. "Dammit," Ariya sighs, fussing with his collar again.

Drake concurs.