Okay, readers. This is my first attempt at a narrative story. Hope you like it. Let's begin.

In My Arms

'I thought it was forever. I thought it would last.

Gotta try to make it a page from my past.

You didn't even say goodbye when you slammed that door.'

Women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without them. That was a thought that was running through my mind as I drove down the road singing along to the classic Alabama hit. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dean Ambrose...to the WWE Universe. To other's, I'm known as Jonathan. Jonathan David Good. I am currently on the main roster as one-third of the heel group known as The Shield along side Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Women. Women, women, doggone women. I never understood them. Never. Manicures. Pedicures. Stiletto heels. Celebrity crushes on the likes of George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise, Dwayne Johnson. They're just actors. I know I'm no Ryan Gosling, but I'm pretty sure I could do a movie. Hey. Put that on my bucket list. Be in a movie. A starring role. A lead role. Maybe a comedy? Nah. Romance? YUCK! Sy-fy? Nope. Horror? No, I hate scary movies. Action? Right up my alley. Probably not any kind of superhero but a cop maybe? Hmm...That could work. Acting in a movie could get a girl to fall in love with me. Yeah! Right!

However, I've had women trouble many times in my life. Even at this very moment.

Picture this.

Oh hold on. Air guitar solo.

'Dun-dun-dun-dun. Dun-dun-dun-dun. Dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun.'

Okay. Now where was I? Oh yes.

Picture this. You're in your hotel room packing your stuff to go to the All-State Arena for Monday Night Raw when you get a text. Not a text where you get a goofy picture or somebody just saying hello. No, I'm talking the 'I-don't-love-you-anymore-I've-met-someone-else-A-real-man' text.

Ouch. That really hurt. Fine, not really. But, a real man? Come on! I treated Gina like a queen. I cared for her and loved her. I showed her respect. I never lifted a hand to her. Anyways, the text went on to say that she couldn't handle the life of a wrestler anymore. Keep in mind, I did explain to Gina that me being gone and on the road a lot was what came with the territory of being a WWE Superstar. Honestly, she wasn't easy to handle sometimes either. Trying to get me to stay home, trying to change me. So, I had a feeling she would break up with me sooner or later. I wasn't the least surprised or unhappy. Oh, well. So much for Gina. Like Alabama sings, you can't keep a good man down.

5 minutes later and I pull into the arena. I park my car, grab my luggage, then head on inside. I find my Shield bretheren in one of the male locker rooms. We said our hellos and fist bumped each other before I sat my bags on the floor.

"So, what's in the plans for us tonight, gentlemen," I ask.

"Same as usual, dude," Seth answered. "Taping a promo in the boiler room, then mayhem and destruction. Then to top it off with our signature triple power bomb."

"Sweet."

"I love that idea," Roman stated. "So, how's that girlfriend of yours?"

I told them about the break-up text I had received from Gina that afternoon. They had both agreed, along with some of the other guys in the room, that I was better off without her.

"You gonna be alright?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I see you guys have your gear on already. I'll just grab my stuff and change in the bathroom."

Later on, Seth, Roman and myself found our way to the boiler room. Roman went over to talk to the backstage crew going over what was going to be said in our promo. I bent over to touch my toes when I felt a tap on my back.

"Hey, um, I just want to ask one last time, then I'll leave it alone. Are you sure you're gonna be alright?"

I straightened up to face Seth and did my routine bouncing in place. "Of course I'm gonna be alright. I'm good. Good's my middle name."

"I thought Good was your last name."

"Well, yeah, Good's my real last name. I was just..."

"I know. Figure of speech. Got it. I just want to make sure. Just trying to be a friend."

I stopped bouncing. "Well, I could use a friend," I said seriously.

"That's what Roman and myself are here for. If you want to talk at all, let us know. Okay, buddy?"

I nodded. "It's much appreciated. Truly. Thank you."

"No problem at all. Now, come on. Let's go cut that promo."