In the streets of Japan, an 18-year old man of Amercian nationality named Adrian Jones was just carrying a gym bag over his shoulder while wearing a t shirt and jacket with jeans and shoes.

As the young men turned his head to the right, he noticed that the place he was looking for was right here. The gym itself is a bit run down but very stable. And the sign says "New Japan Dojo". Almost like it went through many battles and it still has its fighting spirit. He then notices the logo on the wall.

He gently places his hand on it keeps still.

Adrian: (Alright, father. It's time to learn what they taught you.)

He opens the front door of the gym and checks his surroundings.

When he walks to the middle of the room, he places his bag on the floor. He walks to the ring and puts both his hands on the apron, feeling the material of the padding and wood.

???: So you're here.

Adrian turns around to see three men.

Adrian: Gentlemen. *bows*

Nagata: *smiles* You are AJ's son, aren't you?

Adrian: Hai. My name is Adrian Jones. I am the adopted son of AJ Styles. It's an honor to meet all of you. *bows*

Ishii: The honor is all ours. Tell us, have you been trained in wrestling before?

Adrian: I have. My father was training me when I was 13 years old. Alongside his colleagues

Saito: Have you been ever trained by the way of the Dojo?

(Y/N): Uh...only from what he learned here. And also from Nakamura-sensei.

Saito: *nods* That is still half the way we were trained here as Young Lions. You may not look it yet, but I feel that your father has prepared you for this. But we want to make sure... Are you willing to endure what will be unleashed before you?

Jones shows a face of determination, showing no sign of fear.

Adrian: I will make sure you would never regret having me walk in here.

Nagata: *smiles* Then let's get started.