Second City Saints

Since Punk had told Colt about starting up a wrestling school, they had started to get everything into action. Important paperwork was done, a location was picked and a lot of the equipment they needed was bought. Obviously they still had a lot of work to do inside the place, but it was good enough to go in and check out. Today, Punk decided to bring Lacy, Brandon and Ally to check out the place. A ring was already set up, so the kids could run around if they wanted, lol. He was just really excited and wanted Lacy to see how far he was getting. He unlocked the door and opened it for them, letting them in. "So? What do you think? I know it's not much right now, but it's a start."

Lacy looked around, letting the kids run into the ring to play. "I like it." she nodded. "You're really serious about this."

"Of course I am." he nodded. "I love torturing people." he joked.

"Yes, I know you do. It's why I can't wear shorts for the next week or so," she chuckled a little. "Have you figured out what you want to name it yet?"

He laughed a little then shook his head. "No idea. I've been thinking maybe Second City Saints, but...I'm not sure."

"Sounds good." she nodded. "Do you know when you'll get it up and running?"

"I'm hoping for January." he said.

"...that soon? We don't even have permits, mats, rings..." She looked up at him.

"I'll get it all in time. If I can get a whole house done in a weekend, then I can do this in a couple of months."

"Babe, a business works a little differently than a home." She laughed a little.

"Same thing to me. I'll be able to do it."

"Well, I know better than to doubt you, so okay."

"If I don't make my deadline, then I will allow you to say I told you so." he smirked.

"You don't 'allow' me to do anything." She chuckled as she watched the kids play.

"Oh but now I do." he smirked. "Look at my future wrestlers." he joked as he watched the kids.

"Allison doesn't even like to sweat and you think she's going to wrestle?" Lacy laughed a little.

"She'd be managing me when I'm like...seventy."

"You're not wrestling when you're seventy." She snorted.

"I sure will be. I'll be like Ric Flair...except not as old and creepy."

"And apparently with like 9 wives." She snorted.

"Just one for me." he snorted.

"Well you said you'd be just like him." she laughed.

"Okay...I'd be wrestling the same amount as him, but I'd still be me." he chuckled.

"Sounds like an identity crisis to me." she smirked.

"Not to me." he smirked.