Luke stands patiently. Smiles at the group of people and digimon standing before him. "Long time no see," he says calmly, rocking back and forth on his feet as he observes them. "You all are looking well."

The Forbidden Door, as it had come to be called, being pushed open had also given Luke an opportunity. His needing groups of digidestined large enough to be able to open the digiport had left places like Impact, AEW ROH and others inaccessible to him. He had considered offering some to be earth-bound digidestined just in case, but this is so much better. He can work more with this, and risk the WWE Digidestined less.

CM Punk quirks an eyebrow at him and scratches below his eye, glancing down as his partner, still in baby form after so long away from its home world, Mokumon, adjusts itself against his shoulder with a sleepy sound. "So I only got to know you a little before I left WWE, but I remember enough. I know enough. You wanna make us a fourth group of Digidestined?" He looks back at the nine others behind him and shrugs. "I guess I get it. I've jumped in with both feet so far, so why not this too?"

Luke relaxes a little. Punk had been out of wrestling for so long, and had just returned a couple of months back, he had been unsure how he would react to all of this, if he would deny Luke. "Thank you," he says. "I would like you to lead this group. If you think you'd like to, that is."

Punk shrugs. "I felt like that was your intention before I decided to leave it all behind when all of this digidestined stuff began? So yeah, man. I'll do it, at least see how it all fits together. If not, we'll work something else out."

"Thank you," Luke says, impressed and relieved by how easy this all has been. His memories of Punk were vastly different.

W. Morrissey shifts behind Punk, grips Hyokomon a little tighter, and Luke smiles at him, trying to calm him. "Thank you for inviting me back," he said lowly. "I've missed this place."

"My pleasure," Luke tells W., reconciling this man with the former Colin Cassady that's still prevalent in his mind, before PAC steps forward briskly, sharp dark eyes gazing around as if looking for a trap- or anything untoward. "PAC," he greets the man formly known as Neville. "Welcome back to the Digital World."

Popomon peeps from his hand and PAC stares down at it for a moment, something relaxing only slightly in his stance before he nods grimly at Luke and steps back, appeased for the moment.

"God," TJP says, voice quiet and soft with awe. "I didn't know if I'd ever see this place again." He rests his hand lightly on his partner, Falcomon's head, and gazes around with a smile on his face. "Good seeing you again, Luke."

"I'm glad to see you as well, TJ," he says, smiling back at the young man. He then turns his gaze onto the next man with a different name but very similar mannerisms and face- Jon Moxley. "And you, Jon," he says carefully, not wanting to slip up and offend. All of these new names to go with the familiar faces!

Jon shifts on his feet, quirks his neck left to right, listening to it pop with a wide eyed look on his face. "I know it ain't been long since I've last been here," he says. "But it feels like it's been forever."

"It really does," Otamamon says from where he sits on Jon's shoulder. "Thank you so much for thinking of us, Luke."

From here, it gets easier and harder all the same- he turns to greet the men who he had lost as Digidestined the most recent- Matt Cardona grins at him, Patamon fluttering happily in midair for a few moments before settling back atop his hair. "I've missed this wild place, bro. Thanks for bringing us back," the previous Zack Ryder says, reaching up to brush a knuckle over Patamon's fur.

Miro sniffs. "Of course you would have God's champion back, I am amazed it took this long for you to find a way." But despite his braggadocios words, the man once known as Rusev smiles a little, all the same, and bows his head in thanks as DemiDevimon takes it all in in amazement.

Matt Rehwoldt, formerly known as Aiden English, exhales, brushing a hand down Pekomon's side. "Thank you very much for including us in this," he says simply, and Luke beams at him.

Heath Slater, now simply known as Heath, is the last of the people who'd all been fired the same day who Luke looks upon. He looks more reserved, a little pale, more desperate than the last time Luke had seen him, and he remembers hearing Heath had gotten seriously injured while competing to try to get a contract with Impact. "I never realized," he says, accent thick and voice shaking a little. "Never realized how bad I missed this place until- until right now. Dunno how I'm gonna make it up to you, or possibly thank ya enough for doin' this, Luke. It- it means a lot to me'n'Lopmon." He reaches up and soothes his teary eyed partner with a few soft strokes.

"It really, really does," Lopmon cries out, and Heath huffs a laugh before hugging him tightly. "I'm home, Heath. I'm finally home."

The last of the group of ten is Malakai Black and Luke isn't too surprised when the man remains silent, simply stares at him with dark ringed eyes, his face looking like it's slowly getting eaten alive by something dark and twisted. Luke second guesses this choice, for a split second, but then Malakai exhales and looks down at Herissmon before once more facing Luke. "Thank you."

It's all he says, but still it's a comfort to Luke. Sounds like a little of the former Aleister Black, at least, may still reside somewhere deep inside there.

And so, with these ten men, begins a new chapter of the Digidestined.