Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC, Ava. All wrestlers, events, and personalities are property of WWE. Damn...
Summary: Based on a dream I had shortly after I became interested in wrestling. After a car accident Ava is stranded in the city. Finding an arena, she thinks she's found a place to sleep for the night.
But she got more than she bargained for.
Chapter One: The Dream
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The rain had been lightly tapping on the silver Neon for hours as it sped along I-95. Ava hadn't seen it yet, she'd been asleep since they left for this "suprise summer road trip." With no particular destination in mind, Tammy and her new friend, Lisa, packed a week's worth of clothes, grabbed their daughters and hit the highway.
Not caring much for her fellow passengers, nor the endless rows of trees along the interstate, Ava resorted to her old refuge - her mind. As always, she dreamed. But this time was odd. Her dreams weren't coming in clearly. It was almost like flipping through satellite channels in the middle of a rainstorm.
When the pictures cleared she was in Lisa's car traveling down a New England highway. Ahead a sign read: "EXIT 8" with a McDonald's and Exon logo underneath. She could barely read it through the sheets of rain pouring down on the Neon. A bolt of lightning flashed inches away from the hood followed by a roar of thunder seconds later.
Lisa was driving too fast, which was so unlike her. She never even put the keys in the ignition until everyone's seatbelt was fastened. She eased on the brake but nothing happened. The cables had let go. She turned on the next exit, circling a gas station. It was no use. She entered the highway again, driving on the shoulder.
Through the rain came the headlights of an 18-wheeler. Its front tire squealed, trying to find traction on the slick asphalt. It started to hydroplane, crashing headfirst into the small silver Neon...
Ava opened her eyes, seeing nothing but the faint gray outline of the front seats. She rubbed her eyes, bringing everything into focus except what was beyond the window. The rain was too heavy to see anything past a little more than an arm's length. Not far away she caught the unmistakable flash of lightning.
"Lisa, pull over. Please." Ava begged.
"Well good morning little back-seat driver! What's the matter, thirst? Need to use the bathroom?" Ava could practically count the perfectly white teeth smiling back at her in the rear-view mirror.
"Uh, yeah. Hit the next exit. Number..."Ava squinted, trying to read the next road sign. "Eight." Slowly, a stone dropped in her stomach.
Lisa took the turn too sharp, too fast. "Darn," she muttered under her breath. She pressed the brake to the floor, but the Neon didn't respond. Turning into the nearest parking lot, she tried slamming the brake to no avail.
"What's wrong?" Tammy asked, not that concerned.
"Oh, probably wet brake lines."\par
Ava froze in her seat, thinking back to the dream. Lisa pulled back into traffic for a few seconds before turning onto the shoulder. Ava knew she had one shot. Climbing over her mother's lap, she wedged herself between the two front seats. With one quick motion she whipped the car into park.
"What the hell Ava?"
"Didn't you see?" Ava threw her hands up, emphasizing her point. "The brakes, the exit, next the truck! We were going to die!"
Lisa opened her mouth to quiet Ava's fears, but had another idea. "Well Ms. Mechanic, you tell us what's wrong with my car." Unlocking the door, she threw it open just in time or it to be wrenched from the car by a speeding 18-wheeler.
The tow truck came about a half-hour later taking not only the car, but Lisa and her daughter as well. Tammy had called her boyfriend who was driving down from Albany to pick her up.
"This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't of pulled your shit." Tammy, always quick to accuse. "You completely stripped the gears and cost her hundreds. What were you thinking?" Her volume told Ava she didn't care if the whole convienience store knew about it.
They argued back and forth for the better part of an hour before Billy, Tammy's boyfriend, pulled up in his navy Dodge Ram. Tammy immediately hopped in the passenger seat. Frustrated, Ava grabbed the door handle only to find it locked.
"Why don't you call Alex and have him pick you up - unless you don't trust autos anymore." With that, they sped off leaving Ava behind. Ava didn't even care to mention that Alex had left her two weeks ago.
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A/N: Sorry, no wrestlers yet! But I promise there will be in the next chapter. This is mainly set-up. This follows my dream almost exactly, except it played out more like a religious movie thing with an omnipotent source sending information to Lisa...so I just made that into Ava's dream.