Adam sat in the locker room...waiting...waiting...waiting for the co-producer to knock on his dressing room door. It had been 3 weeks since Adam and Jay signed on with the WWF and his first TV appearance was approaching. Adam was still dissapointed that they decided to send him out alone, all in order to "see how the crowd would respond to the new gimmick". After all, "Why sacrafice the both of you?" Adam knew the truth though. The man in the suit wanted him, not Jay. But if only they could see Jay's full potential, something not recognizable at a stupid high school promo.

Ten more minutes past by when suddenly, the knocking began. Adam jumped up to his feet as the door swung open. Low and behold, it wasn't the co-producer, it was Jim Ross. "Ready to go, son" he said, gazing at the jittery new-comer under his black Resital hat. "Ready as I'll ever be," Adam said, sounding somewhat at a loss to what he was suppose to do next. "Don't worry kid, everything will work out just fine," J.R. assured him.

Adam followed Jim towards the backstage area. When Jim walked through the curtains and towards the announce table, Adam stood...waiting again. Two minutes later, the "Monday Night Raw" music echoed throughout the arena. Screaming fans added to a growing headache that had been nagging Adam since he signed with the company. Suddenly, someone was tapping on Adam's shoulder.

Adam whizzed around to see 2 bat-like eyes and a pair of fangs smiling back at him.
"Good luck out there" Gangrel said to Adam as he walked down to the elevator for his entrance. Another minute passed when the haunting voices and music could be heard blasting through the speakers. Cheers followed the thunderous music as Adam peeked out at the crowd.

After Gangrel's match began, Adam took his place for the dramatic entrance that would define his persona. Four minutes into the match he was to enter through the crowd to make his debut. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, tormenting him further. When his cue approached, butterflies turned to hornets, and anxiousness turned to nervousness and undoubtable fear. "What if they hate me?"

Before he could answer his own question, the cue was given and Adam walked out into the crowd. Soon enough, he was in a dead run approaching the ring. Before he could hop over the barracade, he glanced over to see his long-time comrade, Jay, cheering him on from the front row. After they exchanged a quick thumbs up, the hornets dissapeared. Adam slid into the ring and broke up the match. He then grabbed the microphone and began what would be an amazing new career as the mysterious new enemy to Gangrel. Edge has arrived.