The first idea for this is a Dean/Summer story

I wanted to do was something like WWE meets Lost, for those who don't know what Lost is, its about and island and flight that crashes on it however there is more to it which I can't really explain well as I haven't seen the last two seasons...

But this will only be something on the lines of plane crashes onto island and there are survivors, maybe I might add things in similar to Lost I'm still unsure.

I know there have been other stories like this done before but oh well.

One thing I must say is dont expect chapters up quickly like I have done in the past, this story is something I want to work on slowly to get it right for the readers, you guys.

Main couple is Dean and Summer , there will be others but still working on who I want to be with who.

I don't own anything related to WWE nor Lost.

Normal people write down things of what happened in their day, teenage girls write in diaries about boys and other girly shit while Doctors write down notes about their patients and what they were going to give them next time on their visit.

I found this little black note book among the wreck so I decided to maybe share my life well this part of life if someone ever found it, might be some dead bodies with it who knows yet.

Now where to start this stupid thing.

My name is Dean Ambrose and I am 28 years old so I'm old who cares. Let's see im tall neither short or medium height but tall. I guess, I have brown hair that kind of light yet dark at the same time, my eyes are blue. Clothing wise I like to wear black and dark blue, maybe throw a white on my off day, I'm a person you would never catch wearing bright colours as it makes me look stupid.

I'm a recovering alcoholic, I used to drink because I was always mad and lonely, don't pity me you fools. I've done a few crimes such as petite theft that turned into large ones such as stores even jewellery stores then hijacking and then onto selling drugs but never took it myself, I aint stupid, I've seen what it does to people.

Oh there's one thing I left out.

I'm a murderer.

Killed 180 people maybe more who knows I don't keep track, separate cases, nothing linking them together. Now you're probably wondering why I did it, to tell you the truth the first time was an act of defences but when I felt that rush of stabbing the guy then the warm blood running down onto my hand, it was fucking beautiful. After a week I craved the same rush so I went out an killed another, soon I was out looking for someone nearly every day to kill however I got caught and that was me being clumsy to stay watching the guy die so they me sent to the Iron vault prison within Australia spent a few years there till they decided to ship me to another one as I didn't play nice with the other people in the prison.

Now I bet your wandering what about his family…

I have a mother, father and siblings but after the alcohol thing they didn't want to speak to me, not the best supporting family but I don't care. The murderer thing killed off anything that could of changed something, oh well. So they sending me to the Alcatraz prison that is for psycho paths like me, so they hand cuff me and sent me to an airport with a guard by the name of Jack Swagger.

When we got on, there was confusion with the seats as someone had already brought the seat next to mine's so Jack had to sit somewhere else but still had an eye on me while I sat next to this tall Samoan , found out later his name was Roman Reigns and he was heading over the same way as they were moving him from one job to another also something about a family meet up.

I found this guy quite interesting plus he wasn't as stupid as everyone else, he could tell I was wearing handcuffs that were hidden but he never judged me which was a cool thing.

He was the second person on the plane to know I was a prisoner, the third being the women who was in the seat next to my with the aisle in the middle. She was a stunning blonde who had come with her boyfriend for a dance competition that was in the same destination as I and Roman . Now her boyfriend was a real piece of shit, he left her to flirt with one of the cart girls and here she sat looking scared.

She was scared of flying, I wanted to punch the guy.

So I decided to talk her, maybe calm her nerves. Her name was Summer she had bright blue eyes that sparkled , long legs which I told her with those she could be a ballerina. It made her laugh and she told me that was what she was, it made me laugh thinking of her boyfriend in tights so I told her but then she told me he doesn't do that so I asked her what they did.

The salsa, of course, she put his needs before her.

That's what you want in a girlfriend and he didn't deserve her.

We talked for a while till I fell asleep but I was woken up by a jolt, looking around , everything seemed normal till I saw the frown on Roman's face. So I asked him what was wrong and he told me this was the fourth time the plane had jumped like that, not something I wanted to hear then I remembered Summer, she must have been freaking out.

And I was right.

The poor girl was gripping onto the seat, so I tried to make her laugh, it worked and she started to relax till that stupid boyfriend of hers came back and told me to back off. I really wanted to stab him but I leaned back into my seat, few minutes later, he got back up saying something about water but we all knew he was going back to the red head slut with the cart so I held out my hands to Summer, telling her to trust me.

She took them and never asked a question when she saw the handcuffs, third person and last person to know. She never judged me and it touched my cold heart.

I told her that we were going to make it to the place as I need to go to prison, it made her laugh, I succeeded only to have god throw it back into my face.

The plane shook and the air masks came out as the shaking never stop, we placed them on well Roman helped me put mine on as I tried to calm Summer down. Suddenly the plane jolted and these crappy belts snapped, well mine and hers, we land in the aisle. I tell her it's going to be ok, I won't let go of her , now this is where god truly shows he hates me. Our stupid plane starts to tilt back, I grab onto the seat and Roman had grabbed me as well to stop us from falling then it all happens. Shaking picks up and suddenly we can hear cracking suddenly the tail end of the plane started to break off from the plane, the jolt sends a shock through me and I let Summer's hands slip from my.

I watched as she slides to the tail end before it breaks off completely, I could see the sky, the fire and smoke from the plane but everything is deaf to me as I scream. She trusted me not to let go and I did, Roman pulls me to the seat and everything goes black.

All I can hear is roaring engines and people screaming, I smell blood and burning flesh, I feel sand beneath me so I slowly open my eyes and I see a clear blue sky above me, pushing myself up I look around to see the wreckage, the front part of the plane burning, people running around, dead bodies.

The plane had crashed onto an island, blown up in the sky, I can't see the tail end anywhere.

My name is Dean Ambrose and I'm a survivor of flight A13SX5

And this is our story.

Just a little introduction to the story and the kinda character Dean is playing within, small and simple.

Reviews are welcomed and I as an Arthur is grateful.

The next chapter may not be up very soon as I'm still working on it but I will try to get it up.