Yes, Ronnie is writing another story. This is probably my most extreme "what if" I've thought of for my main OC, Mary Williams, yet. I hope that you all enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the WWE nor it's employees. I do, however, own Mary Williams, her younger siblings Chelsea and Alex aka Billy Alexander, and her parents, Jeff and Kathryn.

The Windy City. Whoever came up with that nickname for Chicago couldn't have been more right. Jeff Williams was a WWF superstar, and his vehicle was far from cheap. It was the first time he had been home in weeks, and he had taken his daughters out for a father-daughter night, not knowing when he'd be able to do so again. Sixteen year-old Mary sat in the front seat, smiling back at her younger sister, Chelsea, who was ten at the time. They were riding along the coast of Lake Michigan as they made their way home during a thunderstorm. Every time there was a gust of wind, Chelsea jumped, whimpering. She had always been afraid of storms, where Mary found them oddly calming. Just as they hit a calmer patch in the storm, Mary looked over to her father, who nodded as he slowed the car a bit. Mary unbuckled her seat-belt and began climbing into the backseat to comfort her sister. Just as she almost made it to her destination, Jeff had hit a huge puddle at the same time as the strongest gush of wind that they had experienced all night hit them. Before Jeff got a chance to react, Mary was sent flying through the windshield and right into a tree. She was unconscious, and her arm was visibly mangled from the crash. Chelsea was sure he older sister was dead.

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A few days later, Mary woke up in a hospital bed. She woke up to see the most gorgeous gray eyes staring down at her. She smiled, trying to bring up her right arm up to caress his cheek, but that was when she discovered that she couldn't move that side of her body at all.

"Shh," Ted DiBiase, Junior smiled at her, leaning over to kiss her forehead. "You're gonna be OK, baby."

"But I can barely feel my arm or my leg," Mary looked up to her boyfriend with desperate eyes. "How can I wrestle like this?"

Ted sighed, "I'm not going to lie, Mare Bear. There is a chance that you won't be able to. I guess that it's better to find out now, than later on down the road."

Mary quickly shook her head, "there is nothing else for me, Teddy Bear. I have to wrestle. Otherwise, what's the point of anything?"

"Mary, your back was damaged in the accident. I heard the doctors saying that you won't be able to perform in any sort of athletic activity," he took her left hand, playing with her fingers. "You are still the most beautiful girl I know. Plus, you are really smart. Weren't you talking about getting a degree in technical engineering?"

"That was just supposed to be a backup plan," she grunted, pulling away from him and rolling away from him. "Just go away. I don't want to see you anymore. You can do better."

Ted backed away slowly, his eyes widening. Did he really just hear what he thought he had? Tears filled his eyes as he backed out of the room. He nearly bumped into his best friend, who just happened to be Mary's brother, Alex. "Oh... hey..."

Alex tilted his head, blinking. "Dude, are you alright?"

Ted shook his head slowly. "She's awake. I figured that she'd take the news from me the best. She didn't take it well at all. She just broke up with me."

Alex bit his lip, nodding. He knew how much wrestling meant to Mary, but he really didn't think that she would break up with her boyfriend over hearing that she most likely wouldn't be able to anymore. "Just... give her time, man. Maybe once she's had some time to get used to what has happened to her, she'll come around. You two are meant to be together. I know it."

Ted nodded with a sigh. "I'm just going to head home. I'll call in a few weeks or something."

Alex patted his best friend's shoulder. He was a little torn at the moment. His best friend's heart was just broken by his sister. Mary and Alex were always extremely close, but he couldn't take sides in this situation. He wouldn't. He just hoped that they both understood.

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Six months had gone by and Mary had physically gotten better, but emotionally, she had given up on life. She was able to walk, albeit with a limp, and it had sunk in that he wrestling dreams had truly been shattered. She went into a deep depression, barely leaving her bed. Her parents didn't have any choice but to let her continue her high school education at home. She was already far enough ahead that she would be graduating that year, but without her motivation, that was beginning to look bleak. Ted had called their house many times, mostly to talk to Alex, but he had intended on asking Mary out a few times. Every time Alex came into her room, asking if she wanted to talk to Ted, she declined. After a few months, Alex would quietly linger in her room, still on the phone with Ted, both listening as she sobbed softly.

Finally, Ted had reached his breaking point. He still loved Mary, and he could tell that she felt the same for him. She was just being stubborn, due to her new handicap. He didn't care what condition her body was in, and deep inside, she knew it as well. He called Alex, declaring his intentions to ask Mary to his Homecoming dance, making the other boy well aware that if Mary turned him down that time, he wouldn't be calling for her again. Alex walked into his sister's room, much like he had before, but he sat on the bed next to her, showing his older sister that he meant business this time. "Ted wants to talk to you," he said softly.

Mary looked up at her younger brother, tears filling her eyes once more. "I can't," she shook her head, her voice cracking.

Ted recognized the sound in Mary's voice and sighed. "Just give her the phone, Alex."

Alex took a deep breath, gently placing the phone against his sister's ear. "Just please... listen to him, Mare."

"Teddy..." she managed to get out between sniffles.

"Maryanne, I know that you are feeling broken and unworthy, but I still love you. I'm not ready to let you go," Ted pleaded with her.

"I'm not ready, Ted. I'm sorry. It's better for you if you just move on," she started to turn away.

"How long? Mary, I can't wait for you forever. Are you feeling any better at all?" No matter how much Ted loved Mary, he couldn't put his life on hold for her forever.

"I don't know. I love you, but I just can't do this right now. I'm sure that you can find someone else. I... I'm sorry," she choked out, pushing the phone away.

Alex sighed as he stood up, walking out of his sister's room. "I'm sorry, Ted."

"It's not your fault, Alex. I wish that I was enough to bring her out of this, but I can't try if she won't even let me in," Ted responded in a dejected tone.

"Maybe she'll come around someday," Alex offered, though not sure how likely it was.

"I have someone else in mind to ask to the dance. I'm going to try and move on, but... just don't tell her. I know that she told me to, but it may devastate her to find out."

"You're probably right about that. Just... keep in touch? I honestly think that she gets a little better every time you call. That has to mean something, doesn't it?" Alex walked into his own room, flopping himself down on his bed.

"Don't worry, Alex. This won't effect our friendship. We'll always be friends. Nothing will ever change that," Ted reassured the younger boy before hanging up.

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Mary finished her high school education with six months to go before her eighteenth birthday. She was no longer depressed, but she still wouldn't talk to Ted, nor any of her other legacy friends that she had made over the years. She could barely face her own brother, because she knew that he was going to be heading into training soon. She packed up her things and left a simple note saying that she was sorry that she had failed everyone and snuck out in the middle of the night. She left absolutely no indication as to where she could be going, and it appeared as though she wouldn't be back.

Weeks went by before Alex called up Ted, who was now in college. The family looked everywhere they could possibly think of before letting him on the news. When Ted answered, Alex stood silent for a moment.

"Ted, it's Alex," the tone in his voice was lifeless. The fear was apparent.

"Alex? What's going on? Is it Mary? Is she OK?" Ted desperately questioned his best friend.

"She ran away, Ted. We haven't heard from her, nor seen her, in weeks," Alex tried to remain even as possible, but it wasn't working.

"She ran away? Why?" Deep inside, Ted knew why, but he didn't want to face it. She was so broken over the accident that she couldn't face her life any longer. Now it was only a matter of finding her and figuring out how to handle everything. It was just that no one knew how long that could be.