Luke looks concerned. It's the first thing Drake Maverick notices the next time he sees him. None of the others seem to care, but as they group together to discuss what to do, he approaches the man. "Mr. Luke? Sir?" he asks, arms crossed behind his back and rocking forward on his toes, smiling weakly when their eyes lock. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I see you look... worried, is there anything I can help you with?"

"The Smackdown team lost quite a few names in the Superstar Shakeup," he explains to Drake, eyes shifting around all of the former Smackdown roster members- Kevin, Chad, Dolph, Zack. "And now quite a few of the partners have been deleted by an evil Digimon. I'm still weighing how to fix it."

Drake nods, easing back onto his heels. "I see. And the amount of injured right now isn't helping matters much." Luke nods and Drake hums. "Are there... in a way, superstars in reserve for the teams?"

"There are a few I have yet to bring to the Digiworld, yes," Luke admits. He smiles. "There are so many people in the world with the opportunity to be part of all of this, but I try not to select too many of them at once. It is dangerous, and it is a weight on me just to encourage those that I have already. So many get injured and lose friends..." He sighs. "But it is a necessary evil to keep everything balanced between our world and the real world."

Drake nods, unfortunately used to necessary evils in both the world of wrestling and this one. "If you believe I can ever do anything to assist, please let me know."

"Thank you," Luke says as he smiles halfheartedly and returns to the other superstars milling around, pondering what to do next.

-x

Footmon chokes on his own agony. Kicks balls of light into the villages surrounding him, destroying homes, deleting digimon, wrecking everything in sight until he can barely stand anymore. He has no control over himself, he has nothing. His mind is compromised, his body is fading away, there's nothing he can do any longer. "Please," he chokes out. "Please-"

Before he can say or do anything else, he's flanked by two female digimon. "Good job," Meicrackmon tells him, ghosting a finger down his face while Kinkakumon presses a taunting kiss down his jaw, her heat claiming him further. "I knew you had it in you."

But he doesn't. Not really. It's why he's screaming desperately within the darkness swirling in his own mind, despite no sounds pouring from his lips. Instead, he feels himself nod. Lips twitching in dark, evil pride as he turns and follows the women away from all of the flowing data and destruction behind them.