"I know we're both exhausted but it's not that far of a drive to the bar." 25 year old Amanda Cena says as she and 34 year old Finn Balor walk outside into the bitter October night, intent on leaving Full Sail University after the NXT: TakeOver: Respect pay per view.

"Oh, alright. It's only cause I like seeing you smile again, lass." Finn says, his fingers brushing against Amanda's left side like he usually did. Amanda had a reason to smile… a month earlier, she had been cleared to go off her anti seizure medicine after the latest tests showed that there was minimal chances of recurrences and there was no adult onset Epilepsy like the neurologist initially thought.

Amanda was also excited because it was finally autumn, her favorite season out of the year and she could finally drink Pumpkin flavored beer again. Although Amanda was born in early summer, it held too many bittersweet memories for her and the Florida heat made it unbearable at times.

"Oh, damn. Forgot my ID. Can't go drinking without that." Finn says before him and Amanda hugged and Finn ran back towards the arena.

Amanda turned and headed towards Sami's rental car when Finn turned back and noticed it… and ran towards her, throwing herself and him out of the way of the seemingly haywire rusted red truck, the only thing stopping it was a utility post.

"You okay?" Finn asks, helping Amanda back up to her feet.

"Yeah… what about the driver of that truck?" Amanda says, asking the last part and trying to walk towards the truck but Finn stopped her.

Scrambling out of the truck, Trevor fell to his hands and knees before standing up and limping towards the two.

"Yeah, thanks for the help… really appreciated it!" Trevor spat sarcastically as he rubbed his bruising back.

"Hey, you didn't stop your damn truck, you lunatic! You almost ran her over!" Finn says angrily, himself protectively in front of Amanda.

"My fucking brakes gave out, I couldn't control that! As for your little lady friend, she could wear less revealing clothes!" Trevor shouts, pointing to Amanda's outfit, which was a white sleeveless romper that had lace detailing in the chest and shorts areas and tied at the neck, black sandals that were slightly raised in height and had fake diamonds, grey and black stones on them, her slightly oversized Balor Club hoodie zipped halfway over the romper. "And where the fuck am I?! This isn't San Andreas!" He shouts.

"You're in Orlando, Florida, we don't know where San Andreas is! As for why I'm dressed this way, it's because we had a show tonight and we play characters on Tv. What, people can't dress up and play characters on Tv?" Amanda says, having heard things like this throughout her wrestling career no matter what role she played.

"That's your excuse for dressing like a whore?! You're what, sixteen, you should dress more appropriately!" Trevor yells.

"Twenty-five, you lunatic. And like I said, people can dress up and play different characters on Tv!" Amanda says, Trevor pulling his AP Pistol out on the two.

"You two are gonna tell me how to-" Trevor shouts, jumping back after Finn had kicked the gun out of his hand and sent it flying into Orlando traffic before letting all hell out on Trevor.

Finn stopped when Amanda managed to restrain him, Trevor bruised and battered.

"You okay, Mandy?!" Finn asks, the two hugging tightly.

"Yeah… can't say the same about him though." Amanda says, both leaving.

Regaining consciousness after a while, Trevor looked around as he pulled himself up.

Here he was in an unfamiliar place, he had been driving around to clear his mind after an argument with Carly… he couldn't remember what the argument was about though but it had ended with her telling him off and shouting that if he couldn't get his insanity under control that he could just drop off the face of the earth and she and everyone else who's insanity Trevor had driven mad wouldn't give a single fuck.

The last thing he had remember before losing control of his truck was a blinding portal that had ripped open on the Great Ocean Highway.

Now he just had to figure out a way to get back home and mend things with his heavily estranged family… or try to.