"Whoa," Damian says, looking around at the group of Digidestined scattered around Luke's cave. "What's going on?"

Luke looks up, then over. "Well, considering everything that's been going on lately, I figured it was time to... kind of reset things? I am aware there was a draft, and quite a few injuries lately. I have called you all here so we can sort out the new teams of Digidestined. I hope I haven't interrupted anything of importance."

"Well, no," Damian says. "Raw is still a few hours away, so we have a little bit of time. What's up?"

Luke hums and turns from him, walking briskly through the groups of Digidestined. "Come with me," he says to various wrestlers scattered around. "This doesn't count the earth bound digidestined, or the ones who are injured and won't be traveling until recovered. But right now, here's the groups as they stand. Please inform me which leaders you choose for each groups so I know who to contact directly whenever the need arises."

He finishes guiding Kiana James towards the Raw group and looks the others over before offering a small smile. "One last thing," he adds, walking back over to the portal and standing before the two men standing there. "Welcome to the Digital World, Ilja, Trick."

Ilja Dragunov and Trick Williams exchanges glances, then looks over Luke's shoulder at the digidestined and their partners. "Oh," Ilja says. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Trick echoes, voice lilting a little higher, uncertain.

"Ilja, you will be with the Raw group of course, and Trick, with the NXT group. But when it comes to actual missions, your groups will be working together, as Smackdown travels with the AEW group. Does that sound alright?"

Ilja glances at Trick, watching as he relaxes a little at the news. "Yes, of course," he says, not surprised when Trick nods. He offers a small smile to his friend before kneeling down and collecting the small blue creature that is apparently his partner, walking over to the Raw group with his head held high.

Trick exhales and stares at the small white creature with brown tipped ears and large black eyes. "Partners, huh? Well, the last one I had didn't go so well, but I think you'll be alright. Won't you?"

The little creature chirps and he chuckles, walking over to join the NXT group.

Damian stares over the Raw group, exhaling slowly. "Well," he mumbles. "A leader." He glances over at CM Punk, not surprised to find him staring back. "You gonna cause problems with this?"

"Me?" he asks, holding his hands up. "Not at all. I've only been back a couple months, if you wanna be leader, nothing's stopping you. I have other things on my mind at the moment anyway." His gaze trails over to Damian's shoulder, where his world title belt generally is, then looks away with a smirk. "I'll be around if you need help with anything, though, champ."

Damian bristles a little but brushes it off, decision made. "Alright then." He moves over to Luke. "I'm the leader of the Raw group."

Luke nods at him. "Very good. There's nothing pressing going on right now, so head back to the show. I'll be in contact."

"Thank you," Damian says, returning to the Digidestined. "He says we can go back to earth. He'll be in contact when he needs us."

The new groups murmur and whisper before turning back to the digiport, all relieved to be able to go back home for awhile.