The Strangers

A.N. Thanks to my friend for this idea. This is first chapter, as usual it is short. I think this can be a pretty long story if I write it right; which I think I might be able to. Enjoy and I'll post the second chapter when I get five reviews. That's how this story will work.

Joe's POV

For as long as I can remember, I always thought that I was destined to be one of the greatest Superstars. After all, my grandfather and father are both Hall of Famers in the WWE; that should have helped to spell out my life.

Only, I didn't want everyone to keep comparing me to my grandfather and father; I want to create my own legacy just like they did. But I hadn't expected to find something I needed in New York while I was on my way to the arena.

I had told Paul I would have a bit of time to myself before the show and that I could drive myself. He had agreed and had driven with Punk in the lead.

At roughly five, I was ready to head to the arena after getting a quick bite to eat. I was feeling better about being where I was, knowing that the arena was about half an hour away. My car's engine, apparently, had different ideas of when I was going to go from the now dark spot where I had parked. My car just didn't want to start, no matter how many times I tried to start it.

"Fuck! The battery probably ran flat." I slammed my hands on the steering wheel before stepping out of the car to check my engine.

"Having some trouble?" My stomach flipped at the sound of a deep male voice coming from behind me while smoke from my car clouded my vision.

"Yeah." I coughed from the smoke and tried the wave some of it from out of my face. That was when I saw a man who was taller than me, with slicked back dark brown hair with some grey hairs coming through. His face was scarred below his left eye and one running across the right side of his forehead in the corner.

"I can help. The only thing is, you have to help me in return." I reluctantly nodded my head in reply and the man had smirked at me. He motioned behind him to someone that I couldn't see. That was when I saw a young woman who looked somewhere in her early to mid-twenties.

My breath had caught in my throat, and it hadn't been just because there was smoke still swirling around me lighter than before. She had long blonde hair which ran down in waves with some of it looking like it was pinned back behind her head or at least at the sides. Her skin was fairly pale, making her light blue eyes stand out to me. She was wearing a red shirt that hung off of her body, but still hugged her in a way, along with light blue full length jeans and black heel ankle boots. The woman looked strong in her face, but scared eyes alerted me of the man.

"Tiffany, I would like if you would drive this man to where he needs to go while I find him another car to drive." The woman, who was named Tiffany, nodded without saying a word. I followed her as she started to walk off but my arm was grabbed by the man.

"Remember, you are now in debt to me. You must do what I say when we meet next." I nodded my head and then found Tiffany standing in front of a small red car. I never usually pay attention to what kind of cars people use.

"I know where to go and I'll make sure Andrew knows where you are." Tiffany spoke and said nothing else as she started up her car and drove to the arena.

"Do what Andrew says, and you will have no problems." Tiffany finally said something after the silent car ride. She sped off when I stepped out, leaving me to wonder what had happened.

I had a feeling this situation wouldn't turn out well.