My name is Joey Callaway, I am seventeen years old and live with my mom Stacey. The one thing people don't usually find out about me is that my dad is Mark Callaway, better known to the world as The Undertaker. I see my dad when I can, mostly when he's at home and not on the road. He's a professional wrestler, in case you didn't know. I love him, but sometimes he drives me nuts. I look just like him, red hair and all. I also look like my mom, but not as much as I look like him.

My full name is Johanna Justine Callaway, but I hate being called Johanna. I get called JJ sometimes, but only by people I've known forever, like my best friend Amy, only a couple wrestlers are allowed to call me JJ, Shawn Michaels is one, and Dwayne Johnson, AKA The Rock, is the other.

Now that summer is here and I graduated school I'm going on the road with daddy. I do so every now and then, and am seriously considering starting training to be a wrestler. I have the skills, I've been wrestling since I was five, and dad teaches me all the time, so I'm thinking of asking him to train me.

Two of my other best friends are wrestlers, John Cena, and Randy Orton. I hang out with them all the time when dad's on the road and I'm with him.

John is an absolute sweetheart, and so is Randy. They both call me their little sister, and I call them my big brothers'. I have a crush on Matt Hardy, even though I know he's with Amy Dumas, and she's an absolute doll, I love her. I'd never act on my feelings, I just think the man is HOT!

Joey's POV.

"Dad! We're here!" I screeched as the plane landed. "Calm down baby girl, you'll bust the windows with all that screeching." He laughed. "Very funny, dead man." I teased. We were in New York, going to Madison Square Garden for Summerslam.

When we arrived at the Arena I raced to find John or Randy. I found Randy talking to Paul and Ric and held my finger to my lips when Ric saw me telling him to stay quiet. Then I jumped on Randy's back. "Hey there little sis." He said laughing. "Miss me?" I asked. "Nah, had too many ringrats to look at." He teased. I faked a pout. "That was just mean Randy Keith Orton." I said pretending to be hurt. "Aww, poor Joey, I'm sorry." He said laughing. "You big ape!" I laughed as he tossed me onto the couch and started to tickle me. "Ah! Help!" I squealed. I HATE being tickled. "I'll save you!" John said in a mock superhero voice. "Johnny help!" I squealed laughing. "Johnny?" Ric and Paul said at the same time. "I am the ONLY one that is allowed to call him that!" I told them glaring at them playfully.

An hour later Summerslam started and I sat in dad's dressing room watching John's match. I knew the script, because he and Randy always let me read them so I don't spaz out if one looks hurt. Then it happened, John was bleeding and out, and that was NOT supposed to happen.

I took off like a rocket, and was down the ramp before anyone could stop me. "Johnny, wake up, please wake up." I said crying as he was carried on a stretcher.

"Randy! He won't wake up!" I was screaming then, and I didn't care. "Calm down baby girl, he'll be ok." Dad told me trying to calm me down. I rounded on Brock then, "What the hell did you do to him Brock!" I screamed and slapped him as hard as I could. "It was an accident Jo, I swear, it was an accident." He said holding his cheek.

John woke up a few minutes later, "Hey sis, I'm ok." He said trying to laugh. "Oh Johnny, you scared me!" I said trying not to cry. "I'm ok, don't blame Brock, it wasn't his fault, I hit the chair wrong." He said trying to laugh again. "You ass, Jonathan Felix Anthony Cena! you ever scare me like that again and I'll make you wish you hadn't woken up." I told him and I meant it.

"Yes ma'am." He said saluting me and I smacked him. "Ow!" He complained. "Smart ass." I said glaring at him. "Alright, let's let the boy rest." Dad said pulling me away.

The rest of the night went off without a problem, until I was walking down the hall and bumped into the one bitch I can't stand. "Excuse you." Stacy Keibler said rudely. "No, excuse you!" I said glaring at her. "Look little girl, you don't want to start with me." She said. "Little girl? Little girl? Bitch you don't know who the hell you're talking too." I told her my temper flaring. "Ladies, ladies, let's not fight." Drew said coming over. "Keep your bitch away from me and there won't be a fight." I said to him. "That's it!" Stacy yelled attacking me. I fell and rolled her onto her back punching her in the face. "JOHANNA JUSTINE!" I heard dad yell and I stopped fighting. "She attacked me." I told him. "She called me a bitch." Stacy told him. "You are a bitch." I told her. "And now you're going to have a black eye." I laughed. "Vince is just going to love this." Shane said coming over. "Let's go." Dad said yanking me towards his dressing room. "I can't believe you punched her." John said coming in laughing his head off. Dad was laughing his head off. "So does this mean I'm not in trouble?" I asked carefully. "I can't very well punish you for defending yourself." Dad said laughing. Randy came in laughing, "I just heard, so, you gave her a black eye." He said laughing.

Later that night we went to the hotel and dad went out for a couple drinks with Paul and Shawn, leaving me with Randy and John. We are like a couple of kids when we're together, and so, a pillow fight erupted as soon as he left. The boys ganged up on me as usual and I lost.

We rented a couple movies and watched them, the three of us laid on my bed watching and fell asleep. Dad came in and saw us and if I had been with any other two guys he'd have flipped out, but he just laughed and went to bed.

The next morning I woke up with my head still on Randy's chest. I screamed and jumped up not realizing where I was. "Calm down, it's just me." He said laughing. "What are you still doing in my bed!" I said trying not to laugh. Just then we both heard a loud snore and burst out laughing. John was snoring like a bear. "Hey Cena, wake up!" Randy yelled into his ear making him jump. "Damn it Randy, let me sleep." He complained and we laughed again.

Dad was already up and came out of the bathroom fully dressed. "Ok kids, time to wake up." He teased and Randy and I glared at him. "I'm not a kid." Randy said insulted a little bit. "You're still a kid to me junior, now, wake John up and one of you hit the showers." He said firmly sounding totally like the dad he was.

"Yes dad!" We both said and burst out laughing again. He just shook his head and left the room to start packing the car he'd rented while we were sleeping. John and Randy were going with us as they usually did when I was with dad, so I jumped into the shower and left Randy to wake Johnny up.

I got out of the shower a few minutes later to see a grumpy John sitting on the bed. "Morning sunshine." I teased.

"Morning brat." He said grinning at me in his usual John way. "Aw, you know you love me." I told him kissing his head. "Ew, cooties." He said laughing.

"Very funny." I said sitting on the bed. "Brush my hair?" I asked hopefully. I know it sounds really weird, but I love it when other people brush my hair.

"Yeah, you know I will." He said and did. I pulled it into a ponytail and we waited until Randy got out of the shower. Then John took a shower and afterwards both checked out of their rooms, which neither of them used anyway.

"I swear, I don't know why you don't just pay dad half and room with us." I said when we finally left. "Cause, he'd never let us." John said. "Daddy, can they just room with us from now on if they pay you?" I asked giving him my best puppy dog face. "Yeah sure, why not." He said and I gave John an I told you so, look.