Ok so this is a new story, not sure if it's going anywhere or even if it will work, but I am going to attempt to knock out a first chapter.

I recently ran an original writing contest and decided to see if I could come up with something based on one of the lines not used. This story however will not be a one shot, nor is it eligible for the contest. I guess I was just looking for a new challenge. So here we go.

I would like to point out I am not one for writing in first person however this story requires it and I wanted to see what I could do. Also none of the characters you see here belong to me they are but my driving force in stringing words together in some attempt to create entertainment. Plus I have no money so if you sue me you might be disappointed.

HIDE AND SEEK

DAY ONE- STRANDED

Today the yacht exploded, it went up in a giant ball of fire not a hundred meters from the shore. Leaving us stranded here, with no way of getting off what we all thought was an island paradise. Now it has become our prison, white sand and green palm trees its only inhabitancy along with us. I guess I should explain who us is, even though I am pretty sure that this diary will never be found, it is possible that someone might come looking for us in the right spot. To think the only thing they might find is this dairy makes me shudder now with dread, yet here I am sat high on a ledge in the shade far away from the others, scribbling my inane thoughts when I should be searching for food.

I suppose writing things down has always been my way of dealing with things, I have kept a diary since I was a little girl and the habit has become imbedded in me. So I will write down what I know, maybe it will also help me understand what is and has happened here. I am not sure at this point if anything has in fact happened at all. It could have just been a freak accident that caused the yacht to explode, but I have a feeling that there is more to the story.

For now though I will tell you about the people that I am with and why we are here at all.

My name is Beth Phoenix I am a WWE diva and I have been for five years, I came with my friends on a holiday of a lifetime on a cruise around the uncharted islands of the Caribbean. We went because two of my best friends just got married, it was a honeymoon of sorts that they wanted to share with their friends, I guess it didn't turn out quite like they planned.

Mickie James is my best friend and has a zeal for life that is truly infectious, her smile can light up any room and I have known her my entire career. I can see her now sitting on the beach below me, staring out to sea, probably wondering the same thing I am, what happened here. How such a wonderful day could have gone so wrong in an instant. I always thought of Mickie as someone I could talk to, a person who understood what we women have to go through daily in our line of work, that was until she fell in love with Randy. I will get to him later, but staying with Mickie she has changed over the past few months and I can't say I like it. She has become moody and isolated, I was surprised when Maryse invited her on this cruise. I guess it was because her new husband was best friends with Randy and they kind of come as a package deal nowadays. Something else that has changed about my best friend, she used to be so independent not needing anyone's approval to do anything. Now however everything she does seems to be up to vote by committee, a committee of one that is, and that would be Randy. I am hoping that I will at least get chance to talk with her now that it seems we have no way off this island, at least I can find out what is going on there.

Maryse Ouellet, our blushing bride. Maryse has been my friend for a long time I have known her since the early days back in OVW. She is a tremendous person with a huge heart f not rivalled sometimes by her ego. In the end though she has always been there for me, a constant rock even when the ground looked like it was going to open up and swallow me whole. She has been crying most of the day wrapped up in Ted's arms in a somewhat vain attempt to comfort his new wife. I know no amount of hugs is going to change what has happened or our current situation. I know until Maryse accepts this she will continue to shed tears for what we have lost. You may be wondering why I don't think we are going to be rescued and the answer is simple, no one knew we were out here. Ted did not file any kind of route when we left harbour. An experienced marine they trusted him not to get lost and to know what to do in an emergency. I guess they didn't account for the yacht exploding without warning.

Ted Debasie is someone I only got to know recently though Maryse, he is a kind and funny man who surprised me in a lot of ways. His easy going attitude is the perfect contrast to Maryse's on edge personality. Unfortunately he was also the one who introduce Mickie to Randy, someone we had both steered clear of until then. We had both agreed the guy was trouble, a womaniser who couldn't be trusted. Ted changed our minds and told us he was just miss understood and for a while I believed him. I refused to believe that someone as wonderful and as kind as Ted would want to be around a man like Randy. Someone I had perceived to be selfish and arrogant. I gave him a chance and so did Mickie, I guess she took it to the next level though. Ted was delighted, he told me once he had never seen Randy happier. I saw no change in the man's demeanour, not around me either and John agreed.

John Cena is my other best friend, I suppose you could call him my big brother. Years ago we had tried to take it to the next level, but after one awkward drunk night and a lot of fumbling we decided that we were only even meant to be friends. I brought him along because I didn't want to feel like the fifth wheel, plus John gets on with everyone he is just like that. No one had a problem with him coming along with us and I was glad. It made this trip bearable. Not that I haven't enjoyed it so far, except for the big explosion thing of course. Having someone to talk to, someone who has no hidden agenda, or would rather be with someone else was nice. It was John who I was sat with sunning myself on the beach when the yacht went up in to a million pieces. I was almost amused by the look of horror on his face, almost that was until I realised I was suck on a desert island with just my white bikini and my diary. The diary was luck I guess, I hadn't planned on bringing it, but there it was sat in the sand next to me, waiting for me to tell it about this wonderful new island we were planning on spending the night on. I guess it will have a far longer entry than I originally thought.

The last member of our group is someone I do not know well, I have even gone to great lengths to keep it that way. Randy Orton is somewhat of an enigma as far as I am concerned, but from what I have seen so far has not changed my original opinion of him. As soon as the yacht exploded he was barking out orders. Accusing people of doing it on purpose, and demanding to know what we were supposed to do now. Of course none of us had the answer, and this made him mad. He is the only person I cannot currently see. He wondered off into the island to go and see if he could find food. I think he went to sulk. It is probably why Mickie looks like a lost sheep right now, she has barely been alone in the last few months, Randy has always been there, looking over her shoulder, and now he has left her alone in this time of crisis. I would hasten to suggest this speaks volumes for his character.

So that's us. Six WWE wrestles now stranded on some unknown island with no way of getting off it. All dressed in beach wear and our only food the picnic we brought with us. Maryse estimates that we could stretch the supplies for a few days, but after that we will be in serious trouble. I think we have been in serious trouble from the moment that yacht exploded, but I did not voice that opinion. Actually to my own shame I too walked away, taking this diary and parking myself here under this tree and began writing. I am going to for now keep this diary a secret. I do not know how the others will react if they know I am writing about them. I am going to also try and write down everything that happens to us, just in case we are never found, or just found too late. It might give someone a clue as to just what went on here. Also I am starting to lose the light, I guess the sun has no respect for my needs right now, so I will have to continue my story in the morning, who knows I may have more to report by then anyway.

DAY TWO

It's mid-afternoon now and I have a lot to tell you. I will start with where I left off last night. I went back to where we had made camp and John asked me where I had been. I hated to have to lie to him but I did. Like I said before I needed to keep my diary a secret in case I made people angry. It didn't take long before the others came over to see if I was ok. Mickie still looked quite distraught, but I suspected that it had more to do with the fact that Randy had yet to return than our current situation. My theory was proved correct when not a minute later Randy emerged from the trees that surrounded our beach and Mickie face lit up. She ran over to him and I watched as he embraced her as she clung to him for support. The tender moment however was short lived as he moved over towards us and sat down in the sand with a heavy thunk.

"I didn't find anything, well nothing we could eat anyway. We will have to go in search of fresh water in the morning though." He said prodding the sand with his finger and not looking at any of us. Again I decided to remain quite. Randy was right we did have to find water. It was hot here, and we had brought only a few bottles of water much more in favour of bringing wine at the time of our departure. Our goal being at the time to celebrate, not play survivor. A decision we were now all regretting. It however pained me to agree with Randy in any way so it was down to Ted to support Randy's idea.

"I suggest splitting into pairs and doing some kind of grid search, we have no idea how large this island is." He said and we all agreed. After having eaten a meagre meal we all found a place on the beach to sleep. All of us decided that right now it was the safest, if not the best place to be spotted by any passing ships. That's when Maryse suggested the fire.

"It would allow passing ships in the night to see us, or at least investigate." She had said and this time it was me who agreed with her idea. Our first night however had to be spent in the total darkness. I could feel John's body not a few inches from my own. His form restless in the night, the ground was soft but itchy and the sand was everywhere. I also did not like the feeling of sleeping only in my bikini out in the open. John like the other men was only wearing swimming trunks and also had to be feeling the exposure. Luckily for us the night on the island was a short one, the sun rose only five hours after it had gone down. I guessed that being close to the equator had something to do with that. The welcome sight of daylight awoke us all, if any of us had even been asleep that was.

The plan to find water and wood for a fire was put into motion almost immediately. Not bothering with breakfast and decided to meet back for lunch we split up into predictable parings. Of course I was more than happy to go with John, but it didn't stop me worrying about Mickie, although I do not think Randy would ever hurt her physically, I have always had my doubts about how he treats her emotionally. Without a good excuse however I went off with John, making for the Northern side of the island. As soon as we left the others behind I decided to disclose my doubts about this entire experience to John. It was something I would later on regret.

Well there you go. I hope this was an interesting and compelling start. If you would like to read more let me know via review and I shall continue. If not let me know also and I will hit that delete button post hence. Thank you for reading XxX