Teddy Long's run down had a huge effect on the Smackdown roster Not only were they without a GM, but this also meant they had temporary control of Smackdown. Luckily though before the run down, Teddy Long managed to sign a superstar that would change the Smackdown roster forever.

The sounds of cheers echoed throughout the back as a young 17-year old came through the curtains. He was about 5'9, 210 pounds. He wore gym shoes, blue flame pants, and a dark blue karate tunic. On his face was a mask cut down so it only covered his black eyes. His jet-black hair went down to his neck and it fluffed when he walked.

"Man that was one hell of a first match Sanchez!" laughed Matt Hardy.

"Trust me, Noble didn't stand a chance!" replied Adrian. He had managed to defeat Jamie Noble in his first ever match with a modified Swinging Neckbomb and then it just took a corkscrew moonsault from the top rope to capture his first win. He made his way to the locker room when he overheard a conversation.

"I can't believe somebody would do that to poor Theodore Long…" said the first voice. Adrian peeked through the door.

"Hey don't worry about it Layla" said Dave Batista, Layla's best friend. "He'll be alright and he'll catch whoever did it."

Adrian thought for a moment then entered.

"Hey Layla."

Layla and Batista turned to Adrian.

"Hey Batista."

Batista nodded.

"Excuse me Layla. I heard you were the last person to see Teddy Long after his "accident"

"Yes. What about it?"

"Do you mind if I ask you about it?" asked Sanchez.

"Take it somewhere else Sanchez." Said Batista, injecting into the conversation. "Can't you see she's upset? She doesn't need you accusing her of something she had nothing to do with."

"No one's accusing anybody of anything Batista." Said Adrian, knowing he had to be careful on what he said to Batista. "But as long as you're here, where were you when Teddy Long got run down?"

"Excuse me?" Batista shoved Adrian hard up against the wall. " I must have missed the part where I explain to you why I'm supposed to answer to you! Who the hell do you think you are to come here and accuse me of running down T-Lo!"

"Woah, you tell him Dave!" said a voice. It was Montel Vontavius Porter Or as everyone called him: MVP "Fight the power! Don't take anything from :"The Man".

"Well look who it is: Mr. MVP." Sneered Adrian.

"You know for a guy who says he's a legend in the making, you sure haven't had much in the way of title shots lately, Sounds like a pretty good motive for punking out our GM don't it?" said Batista.

"So where were you when T-Lo go aced?" asked Adrian.

"Well…I think I was hanging out in the back: Doing some stretches and hanging out with my friends." Said MVP.

"You think you were? Should somebody vouche for you?" asked Adrian.

"That's my down time. Just me: M-V-P"

"I can't believe anyone of you would do something like this." said Layla, showing signs of concern. "This is all so awful. What do you think happened Adrian?"

Adrian sighed. "Well…I'm not a fan of taking sides…but…Batista has got a point. I don't think MVP's ever got a title shot."

"That's the way it's gonna be huh?" said MVP, looking Adrian right in his face. "Alright. I'll just have to prove myself then. You and me, one and one, tonight."

"I like the sound of that. You're on Montel!" said Adrian.