Hey guys. Right sorry it has taken so long for me to update Louder. I just moved to another country and haven't really been able to write much more (I'm stuck basically). BUT, I have been planning a multi-chapter fic for a while and I figured...WRITE IT NOW WHILST IT'S IN YOUR HEAD. So I am. Hopefully I'll be quicker with updates for this fic but for now here is the first chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the WWE or anyone/thing within it. I earn no money for writing this (sadly).

Things for Dean Ambrose had never been great. His father had been in jail for most of Dean's life. He was left in the care of his drunken mother, Jackie: a woman who just didn't give a crap about her son. The only solace Dean had was when his grandfather came over. Jackie worked at a casino on Friday and Saturday nights so Joseph Ambrose would come over and look after his grandson. With him, he always bought wrestling tapes. The younger Ambrose wished that the joy implemented by his grandfather could last all the time. And it was meant to when Dean was 10 years old. Jackie allowed Dean to go and live with her father-in-law permanently, without much convincing from the desperate boy. However, although Dean was overjoyed that his mom said yes, he was hurt that she didn't put up much of a fight.

"One less mouth to feed." was all she slurred out, her breath stinking of whisky and funny cigarettes.

But sadly, Dean's plan to escape his troubled childhood was foiled when fate got thrown into the mix. A mere 3 days before Dean was to move in with Joseph, the 72 year old suffered a fatal heart attack. The young boy sat by his grandfathers bedside all night, and was there when he took his last breaths in the early hours the following morning signalling the end of Joseph Ambrose.

The death of his grandfather took a massive toll on Dean. He was stuck living with his neglectful mother with barely a dollar to there names. All his life, Dean promised himself that he would never follow the path of his father. But all promises be damned when Joseph died. Dean began to rebel. He got into fights. He stole small items from people to sell for profit. He cut school all the time. He smoked things he knew he really shouldn't have been smoking. He even got put into a juvenile detention facility when he was 14. By the time Dean was 17 years old and beginning his sophomore year of high school, he had the IQ of an 13 year old.

"Mr Ambrose, can I have a word?" Dean's math teacher Mr Helmsley asked as he dismissed class. It should've been Dean's fourth week into his third year at McMahon High School, but as the teenager didn't feel the need to attend, it was only his eighth day there. Dean slumped back into his chair with a heavy sigh.

"Mr Ambrose, I am deeply concerned with issues regarding your education."

"There ain't nothing to be concerned about, sir." the delinquent spat.

"You may think so, young man, but from the few times you have actually attended my math lessons and indeed McMahon High itself, we have found that you are unable to complete even the most basic of work."

"So? Who cares? I don't need school. I don't need no potential."

"Dean," Mr Helmsley stood up and walked to the front of the classroom, turning around and adressed his student as if there was an entire class in there, "what do you want to be when you leave school?"

Dean shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on. Anything? An astronaut? A band member? A sportsman?" Mr Helmsley tried to reason.

"I wanna be a wrestler." Dean uttered, just loud enough for his teacher to hear.

"Interesting choice. So what exactly is your diet?"

"Why's that matter?"

"Trust me. What do you eat, Dean?"

"I don't know. McDonalds. Pizza. Anything cheap that I can get my hands on, I guess."

"And you wish to be a wrestler?" Mr Helmsley questioned.

"Yeah."

"You know what wrestler's eat, Dean?"

Dean simply shrugged his shoulders again.

"They eat salads and greens and all the fat they eat, they burn off by exercising. Do you exercise, Dean?"

"Unless you count getting into fights as exercise, then not really." Dean chuckled. Mr Helmsley didn't look impressed.

"Did you know any of that stuff I just told you?"

"No. Ugh what does this have to do with me failing everything?" the boy was getting more and more agitated with each question.

"The point, Mr Ambrose, is that you would know all of this if you attended your science lessons so you know how to keep healthy, and your PE lessons so you know how to stay fit. Even maths to know how to calorie count. School is vital, Dean, no matter what career path you choose to take." Mr Helmsley sat in front of Dean again, staring him dead in the eye.

"Okay. So now you've told me all that crap, what do you think I'm gonna do? Change?" Dean scoffed.

"Hey, listen. I'm not you. I'm not going to tell you how to run your life. But I am going to suggest something." Mr Helmsley explained.

"Ugh, what?"

"I want you to meet this girl in the library at 4pm tomorrow." Helmsley said, handing his struggling student a note he pulled from his jacket pocket. "She's a tutor."

Dean opened the note to find a name scribbled onto it: 'AJ Lee'.

"She's a smart kid. Please see her." his teacher pleaded, knowing full well that it was almost certain that Dean wouldn't turn up.

"I'll think about it." Dean replied, having no intention of actually giving it a second thought once he left the classroom.

"Thank you." Mr Helmsley concluded. "You may be dismissed."

And with that, Dean got up and walked out the room, throwing the note on the floor as he left school grounds.

Okay so I know it wasn't the best start but hopefully I'll get better in due course. Also sorry for the crappy title name oops and if there are any spelling mistakes. Thanks for reading guys. Feel free to follow/favourite if you wish (I won't force you to).