The arena eventually came into view as the bus slowly turned into the parking lot back the back doors.

Axel and I took a good glance out the window as we saw the other tour buses already parked and superstars emptying out.

Once the bus came to a halt, we quickly hopped off the bus and took in the surrounding;

Stage workers pushing trolleys loaded with speakers, lights, even the ring itself.

Behind us, we could see security calming the small crowd just outside the fences as they wait to enter the stadium.

Never in our wild dreams could either of us expect to go from having only each other

to living life on the road like superstars.

The amount of emotions I was experiencing this moment was beyond what I can handle.

Our thoughts were broken when we heard a thump from the bus.

We look back to see our father bringing out his and our luggage.

"C'mon you two. We got to go inside and prepare.

The show is in two hours and I need to hit the exercise room quickly before my match."

He said, adjusting his baseball cap as he slung his gym bag over his shoulder.

We both walked towards him, each grabbing our respected luggage (since he had a huge one of his own)

and followed him into the arena.

After minutes of maneuvering pass workers, superstars, and countless doors,

we finally approached a door with the plaque "CM Punk" written on it.

As our father opened the door and led us in, we were astonished at the room before us.

The room was just about the same size as our old room back at the orphanage, if not bigger.

There was also a door that led to the bathroom, a flat screen television, a coat hook, a giant mirror,

a coffee table with a basket of fruits and WWE magazines sprawled all over, a three-seated leather couch, and a mini-fridge.

Who would've known how roomy a locker room could actually get.

Axel quickly placed his luggage by the door before jumping onto the couch and flipping through the channels.

I placed my luggage beside Axel's before making my way onto the couch as well.

"Alright you two, make yourself at home for the time being. I'm going to go get ready and head to the gym room."

Father announced as he placed his bag on the other side of the couch as he took out his wrestling attire.

"If any of you feel a bit thirsty, don't hesitate to grab a drink from the fridge. I'm pretty sure there's some Pepsi in there."

He offered as he headed towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Feeling a bit exhausted, I picked up a magazine and began flipping through the pages.

Axel finally stopped on the Disney channel before getting up to the fridge to see what was inside.

"Hey, dad wasn't kidding. There's literally three cases of Pepsi's in here. Sis, you want one?"

My brother asked as he picked up a can of Pepsi for himself.

"I'll pass."

I said as he took his seat right beside me watching an episode of Gravity Falls.

Dad came out from the bathroom moments later before leaving for the gym.

I glanced at the clock by the door reading '7:00'.

It's been only one hour since we left the orphanage and not even ten minutes since we arrived here.

"Time sure is going by fast."

I said to myself as a yawn escaped my lips.

I looked at my brother who was glued to the television.

"Axel, wake me up when dad's match begins."

"No problem Rae."

He answered.

Not once removing his focus from the television.

I leaned against the arms rest of the couch and allowed myself to sleep after a long eventful day.

8:30PM

"Rae, Rae, wake up."

Axel's voice rang into my ears as I felt myself being gently slapped across the face.

"Axel, if you so-long continue this I will hurt you."

I mumbled, slowly opening one eye at a time.

Axel, who was hovering over me, sank back down to his spot on the couch and point to the television.

"Just wanted you to know that dad's match is up next."

I looked around to find the fruit basket massacred with just the inedible portions remaining,

three Pepsi cans, and a couple of chocolate bar wrappers I assumed Axel got from the vending machine.

"Musketeer?"

Axel offered me, which I gladly took.

We watched as the commercials ending and RAW was back on the air.

Dad's scheduled to face off John Morrison, the Shaman of Sexy.

From what we've seen in the past couple of weeks, dad has yet to defeat Morrison.

Hopefully tonight with his hometown boast, he'll win this match.

As on cue, John Morrison's theme began to play.

"This match is set for one fall.

Coming in the ring first, from Los Angeles, California.

Weighing in 223lbs, John Morrison!"

Said the announcer as John performed his signature entrance down the ramp and into the ring.

Moments after the announcer spoke once more.

"And his opponent, from this very location of Chicago, Illinois.

Weighing in at 220lbs, CM Punk!"

Dad came out from the back, where we could hear the thousands of fans cheering for him.

He did his usual stance on stage before running down the ramp and onto the ring.

I guess he was well aware that both Axel and I were watching because as the camera panned to him,

he mouthed both our names with a smirk and thumbs up.

His song finally died down and the referee soon asked for the bell to be rung.

10 Minutes Later

Throughout the entire match so far,

Axel and myself were shouting and cheering at the screen whenever our dad gained the upper hand.

A couple of times, we had superstars and divas running inside the room thinking someone was being brutally beaten.

The best reaction we had was when it was Triple H running in with a chair, asking if everyone was okay.

Soon, the match was nearing an end as both Morrison and our dad kept tapping out each time they were covered.

"And here comes CM Punk with the GTS!"

We heard as dad lifted Morrison over his arms and gave him his signature move.

"1..2..3! He did it! CM Punk has won his first match ever against Morrison! Amazing!"

Both of us jumped for joy as our dad finally managed a win over John.

"Way to go dad!"

We both cheered.

"Show 'em who's Punk!"