World Wrestling Entertainment - Lost At Sea

There have been four plane crashes. All in different areas of these odd islands in the Atlantic Ocean. People remain concerned across the world as well as here on these islands. This spot we are viewing at this moment is where the fourth and final plane crashed. It had the least amount of passengers on it of the group. Tons of holes are ripped in the structure and windows are broken with glass and blood spreading into the water...

"What the hell?" John Cena coughs as he crawls across the edge of the beach, "Anybody around!?" He slowly gets onto his feet with dirt covering his clothes and face, a little bit of blood across the left arm and around the right eye. He looks at the damage, the flames rising ferociously as he wanders around, keeping distance. "Hello?" He calls out as he steps a bit closer, seeing some splashing of the water. John looks up and down at the burning plane and decides that with tons of people having to be dead already, he can risk himself. He rushes to the area with the splashing and muffled yells. There is a shredded piece of the plane on it's side and an arm is searching through the space available. "Who's in there!?" John calls out again and continues to look around the plane, unsure of how to help them. Apparently they can't hear him. A few steps in the water, damping the jeans of the WWE Champion, and he clasps his hands over the wobbling piece. It's quite strong, but a little bit weak as John bends it, his face quickly turning color. He lets go and leans over, catching his breath.

A shift of the eyes as he notices a door creaking slightly open with sharp shreds stretching out of it. A bit of hesitation at the risk of being cut and he pushes his foot inside of it and uses all of his strength to get the last bit of it loosened enough for it to fall off. He storms into the fiery plane and calls out once again, "hello! It's John!" Bodies spread through the runway and in between seats. He looks up to the space where luggage is held and he opens them up one by one, burning hot. He quickly grabs his own and unzips the top of the bag, taking out a notepad and a pen he carries around for his own personal journal. He flips to a blank page and begins at the front of the isle, searching from left to right and making a list of those killed in the accident, all surprisingly recognizable to him:

Dead: Rey (Mysterio), Stephen (Sheamus), Mark (Henry), Kane, Evan (Bourne), Eddie (Primo), Gail (Kim), Mike (Chioda).

He finds the space where a hand was looking for help and he quickly goes over, checking down on them. "Hey! Jay!" He shakes Christian's body and he begins to cough as he rolls over, "It's John. Let's get out of here, man." He grabs Christian by the arm and tries to pull him, a cry of pain coming from him. "Oh, sh*t..." John takes notice of the completely cut up arm from forearm to elbow and hushes Christian, taking hold of the other arm by the hand and making sure it's fine before helping him up and resting him in a seat. "I got to see who else is here, man. Stay put. I'll be right back." He goes back down the aisles and checks down on everybody. He finds Kofi and assists him up by the arm, keeping him steadied up against the wall. Michael Cole is found as well and he helps him up, blood coming from the back of his head. Maryse and Kelly are curled up together near the front, John helping them towards the exit quickly. He heads back through the aisles and gets Michael out, then Kofi, and lastly Christian. He notices the burning atop getting worse and looks back at the others at the edge of the beach, not even twenty feet away. "All of you need to move away! This baby is gonna blow pretty soon!" A few nods from the group in response.

John has a double-take of the group and the plane. He then storms back into the plane and searches quickly for a First Aid Kit. He finds his way to the cockpit and gathers up two of them. Smoke continues to fill up the plane and he searches for the door once again, coughing with the smoke filling up in his lungs. He finally gets out, tripping into the water. He stumbles up and once he is only about twenty-five feet away... boom!