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"John, I have a bad feeling about this." Randy held the baseball cap over his head. He loved the fans but he was more worried about bigger things then doing autographs and such.

"Yo, do you think that is her?" John laughed, scoping out the ladies as they passed. A big, breasted blond chick came around staring at the boys as she passed.

"Look John you know that it is not a she. The name is fucking Devin for christ sakes." Randy sighed. John shrugged next to his friend and sighed holding the sign.

"This is going to be a fat guy with weird suits and ties." he muttered.

It wasn't until about an hour later that they spotted a small, orange short haired, tattooed, pierced girl wonder up to them, with this dull look in her gray eyes.

"Hey I guess you guys are Randy and John? Vince told me to spot you two out." she smiled showing off her double pierced lip.

Both men looked at each other, then back down at the girl before them. She had to be kidding, no wait she looked like a five year old...a five year old with an actual figure...and by figure they meant boobs.

"Wait can I see ID?" John was the first to speak. He could tell that this girl was serious about what she was saying, but he wanted to make sure. Devin scoffed rolling her eyes. Yeah they didn't believe her, but she was actually expecting this. Vince said to her that the guys were going to be expecting a really hot blond girl or a balding man.

Devin searched inside her bag and sighed giving him the ID with her name and everything else they wanted to know. John's mouth dropped as Randy's eyes went wide. Yup, the girl was telling the truth. This was Randy's shiny new assistant.

"Yes, I am Devin, and I am very aware that I am not the young spring whore that you guys were looking for, but I am actually they best you will ever have." she boasted.

"Wow, girl has an ego." John whispered to Randy. Devin rolled her eyes glancing back at her bags. She heard but at the same time was very happy with herself. She worked hard to get where she was now.

"Shall we go. Mr. Orton actually has a busy day planed." she smiled sweetly. Just too bad that the sweetness couldn't stay for just a bit longer. Randy moved his arms as if showing her the way, leaving the two boys behind her. Devin knew, they were sizing her up...it was nothing new for her.

The trio all shuffled into the limo that was provided for this little evening. Their stares were intensifying as the time passed. Devin pretended not to notice, because if she did then heads would be out the window.

"So Mr. Orton what is it that you really expect from me? Did you even know I was coming?" she asked. Randy shook his head. He didn't even know about her because Vince refused to say anything to him.

"No, Vince only told mr your name, and actually I thought--"

"You thought I was a boy huh?" Devin cut off his statement, clicking her decorated tongue on her lips.

"Yeah, well can you blame me?" Devin heard him mutter. She ignored it looking back down at her small book.

"So I thought their was an age requirement for this thing." John pipped in, making the Punk lift her head slowly to meet his cold pretty blue eyes. She clicked her tongue ring, making it clank against her lip rings in anger.

"How old do you think I am?" she raised an dyed brow till the tattooed stars on her face moved with the right muscles. John gulped, what the hell did he just get himself into? Was this little pipsqueak really intimidating him?

"Um, I...Uh thought that you were at least what eighteen?" he timidly asked. Devin felt the urge to set him straight, but Randy was well, but she didn't.

"If you must know I'm twenty three." she grumbled, looking back into her small book. Randy quirked a brow, peeking a bit over to what she was writing, "You're a fucking mess I will tell you that Randy." she felt his eyes all over her.

"Well, when you are the best superstar in the place your life can get messed up, and I don't appreciate the cursing by the way." Randy explained. Cena shot his head up looking at him with a weird look. The Killer tried to hide a smile, but if he was going to have an assistant then he might as well have fun with it.

"I'm sorry Randy, just something that slipped." she apologized.

"It's ok Dev, do you mind if I call you Dev?" he was really having his fun now.

"I would have to say no. It has taken me twenty years to accept the fact that I'm named after a boy, so please call me Devin." The punk grumbled. For a few moments the car became quiet, until she couldn't take it anymore. The scratching of only her pen was beginning to be the worst feeling in the world. "So you want anymore cracks at me cause I'm small and all but I can use all my might to make your life a living hell."

Both men shook their heads, as Devin smiled. She had to keep them in line, if not then everyone there would be killing her, stepping on her like she was nothing.

"Good, now let me start by telling you what you have today." she sighed, taking small half rimmed glasses. The rest of the ride she spoke , as Randy listened to her. That Brooklyn accent coming out at certain places making him laugh. He was making mental notes for later on when he needs some cheering up and Devin was going to be there. He was going to make her life a living hell.