Seth looked ahead hopefully as car lights were approaching. Finally someone came driving by on the old country road which he was currently stranded on. He growled yet another obscenity at the piece of shit rental car that had broken down in the middle of fucking nowhere.
"Please, be a good samaritan," he mumbled.
He took a step out and raised his hand, hoping whoever was inside the approaching car would stop and help him. That, and also hoping whoever it was wasn't gonna turn out to be a serial killer. Yes, he could fight but even he couldn't win over weapons if that was the case. He raised his brows as he started hearing music.
"Is that...?" He mumbled as he recognized the band. "It is!"
The tones of Parkway Drive's song "Devil's Calling" hit him and he couldn't help but smile. Whoever was inside that car at least had good taste in music. It couldn't be a serial killer. Serial killers didn't have good music taste. And if it was, maybe he would be spared due to liking the same music. He waved his hand and the car luckily stopped.
"Need any help?" A female voice sounded.
He was surprised as he looked through the open window at her. He didn't know why but he had expected a man.
"My car broke down," he said.
"Jump in," she said and smiled.
He gave her a smile back, grabbed his bag from the rental, put it in the trunk of her car and got in. She started driving again and the Parkway Drive ended and instead In This Moment's song "Big Bad Wolf" started.
"You only got metal on that?" He asked and pointed at the MP3 player connected with the car's radio.
"Mostly metal but also some rock, punk and dark country," she answered.
"A girl of my heart," he chuckled and looked at her. "I'm Seth."
"I know who you are," she said.
He looked at her surprised.
"What? I watch wrestling," she said. "Don't worry, I don't want your autograph or a selfie with you. I'm not some crazy screaming fan trying to kidnap you either. I'm Theresa and I'll be your chauffeur for the night."
He laughed a little and reached his hand over to shake hers.
"Nice to meet you, Theresa," he said.
"Likewise. So where are you going?" She asked.
"Just the next town over," he answered.
"It's an hour away. Think you can last that long inside a car with me?" She asked.
"You got good taste in music," he answered.
"But I'm a singer and not everyone thinks it sounds good," she said warningly.
"Shit, I should have gone with the serial killer who stopped before you then," he joked.
She let out a loud laugh, not one of those forced ones but a real heartwarming laugh, and something about it made him laugh too. She just seemed so real and honest.
"So, wolfboy," she giggled as the choros from "Big Bad Wolf" once again reached them. "Who are you fighting tomorrow at RAW?"
"Wolfboy?" He chuckled.
"It kinda suits you. After all, you used to be a hound. Everyone says Roman was the big dog and he was, but you my good man, you were the fierce one of the pack. You would bite the hand that feeds you if you got something out of it. And I always wanted to give the nickname wolf to someone," she said.
"So we're already that far into our relationship that we're giving nicknames," he said and smiled. "Alright, seeing you just grabbed it from that song, I should do something similar too. I can't really call you pig, now, can I?"
"Not if you don't wanna walk the rest of the way," she said.
"They made that other song. What was it called again? Fighter?" He asked.
"Yeah, Fighter. Strong song," she answered.
"So that's what I'll call you. Fighter. You seem like someone who won't go down without a fight," he said.
"I like it," she said.
She turned her head and smiled warmly at him before turning back to focus on the road again.
"So where are you going?" He asked.
"Out in the blue," she answered.
"You're just taking a road trip?" He asked.
"Sort of," she answered. "My father died 6 months ago and left me a whole lot of money. I read somewhere about travelling and just following clues. Like, you start in a town and you wait till you get a clue on where to go next. Maybe you're inside a bookstore and come across a book about a certain town and go there. Whatever clue is handed to you. I wanted to try that so I quit my job and bought this car."
"That takes guts," he said.
"So you're officially my first clue. I'm going to the next town over," she said.
"That's actually really cool," he said.
He took out his phone and texted someone. Shortly after a text came back.
"Okay, as a thank you for saving my butt tonight," he started.
"It's a cute butt. Would be a crime not to save it," she joked.
He couldn't help but laugh as he struggled to continue talking.
"As I was saying," he laughed. "As a thank you for saving me tonight, there's a ticket waiting in your name at the arena tomorrow night. It's not a great seat though but it's the best I can do."
"Really? That's fucking cool. Thank you," she said.
"No problem. Then you can see for yourself who I'm fighting," he said.
"Wait, you don't know my full name," she said.
"It's put aside for Theresa Fighter," he said.
Again she let out that real heartwarming laughter that just filled the entire car.
"You're something else, Seth Rollins," she said.
"I've heard that before," he said.
"Theresa Wright," she said. "Just in case you ever need it for some weird reason."