Wise Ancientmon seems pleased with what he's accomplished so far. All of the digidestined at his mercy, Luke left with no clue of what to do. Seth Rollins, Shinsuke Nakamura and Tommaso Ciampa all sprawled out at his feet, helpless and pitiful, despite their anger and desperation.
All in all, it has become a perfect day, and he wants to experience more of it, but alas, there is a room full of digimon and digidestined to oversee in the other room. And he still wants to capture the one they call CM Punk, but Luke is doing his damnedest to protect the newest group of digidestined from him, since he failed so brilliantly with his original three.
Ancient Wisemon sighs, flicks his finger boredly and watches as Shinsuke flips onto his back, almost of his own accord. Now all three of them are flat on their backs, staring helplessly at the ceiling. As it should be. He hovers over them, curls his fingers into fists and watches closely. When no change happens among the three, he nods, and takes his leave, still eager to break though Luke's surprisingly formidable defenses and get his hands on the fourth and final group of digidestined.
They're barely digivolved, most of them, how hard truly could it be?'
-x
The Digiworld looks the same as it is ever does. Looking closely as it, with its peaceful blue skies and gently swaying green grass, you wouldn't know offhand that anything is wrong. Except that there's a vibe in the air. A tension. Some sort of a ... pressure, making it hard to take in a full, deep breath. Punk can feel it, senses that Mokumon can as well, considering how it whimpers and presses closer to his throat from where it's settled on his shoulder. "I got you, it's gonna be ok," Punk consoles his partner, stroking a finger down its forehead.
They trudge forward as a group, watchful and careful as they wait for some sign as to why Luke would bring them here of all places. "I don't-" Heath is in the process of saying when suddenly everything changes around them- an intense pressure digs down on them, pressing them to the dirt, and none of them can move, stuck laying there, gasping for air.
Punk strains until his eyes are bulging, watering from the intense weight bowing his spine in an attempt to keep him supine, but he manages to look up enough to find exactly what he'd worried about coming face to face with like this.
Ancient Wisemon laughs as soon as their eyes lock. "I was hoping it'd be as easy as breaking through Luke's defense of the portals to get you all to come to me. You humans are so gullible."
Punk grits his teeth and collapses forward, a sick feeling creeping up his spine. He'd fallen for this guy's trick as soon as he saw the portal open.
Anything happen to these guys, he thinks, trying to glance around at the others and failing, it's all my fault...
Ancient Wisemon simply cackles overhead.
