A/N- I would cry if I ever met Devin,
I'm not going to lie I would.I think that is why I wrote her.
Hahaha Well thank you for everything you guys!
You guys are the reason why I write! So I thank you so much!
Much love and Peace!
!Hattress!


"Where the hell could a superstar be?" Devin found herself wondering the halls of the stadium looking for her guy. Her gray eyes spotted a young man with long black hair, a ski cap, I pod in ears and tattoos all over his arms. Finally someone Devin somewhat could at least say she had something in common with. Her tiny body moved over to who she wanted as the guy stared her down from the moment he locked eyes with her chest.

"Hello, can I help you with something?" he couldn't help but stare since it was right in his face. What man in his right mind would even look away at someone like that? Were they natural? They had to be natural.

Devin clicked her rings on her decorated lips and cleared her throat. She should be used to the stares by now. The man looked right up into her eyes and smiled wider, "Nice tattoos."

"Nice hat, so now that we said the things we like, most likely you can help. And also helping doesn't involve looking at my chest. I know it is big, I am well aware about that fact." she caught the man in the act of staring. It was like a habit she unfortunately picked up.

"I'm sorry, but if you don't mind me asking who are you?" the tattooed man in front of her inquired. Devin wasn't in the mood for games, but if it was going to get her to Randy and her job done she was forced.

"My name is Devin Anderson, and I am Ra-"

"DEVIN!"

The punk rolled her eyes, pressing her lips together. The boss actually found her, which made her job easier.

The small punk stood her ground as she heard her boss's voice call out her name. She had to set down rules when it came to him, because that whole acting like he owned her was not going to set well with her.

"Randy." Devin smiled a huge grin, her body faced away from the killer.

"I've been looking for y—" Randy stopped speaking after seeing the other man, "Phil."

"Randy." The tattooed guy chuckled, and crossed his arms over his chest. He now knew where the girl was from. She was the one everyone was buzzing about that has become Randy's new play toy.

"If I'm correct you should be up my ass telling me what to do?" he turns his attention to the punk. Devin clicks her tongue looking him up and down. Was he just giving her orders?

"I'm sorry Randy you're right, and if I am not correct and please correct me if I am wrong you have an interview in oh—" she pauses for a moment and glances up at the clock "An hour? So I suggest you don't tell me how to do my job and I won't tell you how to do yours." She smiles as she ends and the tattooed man next to her chuckles.

"How dare you tal—"

"Oh, and tomorrow you have a photo shoot early in the morning so after tonight please don't drink because a hangover does show up on film." She cut him off.

Randy shut up and turned on his heal walking away from her. Who did this girl think she was talking to the almighty Randy Orton? He glanced behind him and shook his head. She was a pain in his ass and bossy but he could rival her till she quits.

"That was some show." John Cena laughed lacing up his shoes as he watched the killer walk in the room with his face as red as a tomato. Did he hear everything?

"Don't want to talk about it." Randy muttered, "I am going to make that women's life a living hell, I don't care if she holds my career in her hands she just went and fucked up my pride. Who the fuck does that punk think she is?" he was getting crazier by every moment he spoke about her.

"Do I hear a bet?" Cena smiles his smile. A bet? That was all he needed to hear. Randy looked up at his friend and smiled his own pretty boy/devil smile.

"What may that be?"

"Make her life a living hell till she quits. I give you three months."

"and what do you want me to do if I loose?" Randy knew in his head he wasn't going to loose, but just incase you always need to be prepared.

"Hmm…how about if she doesn't quit you give up the title to me and become my bitch." John laughed once more as Randy held out his hand. Both men shook. War just begun.

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"I am impressed." The tattooed man Devin was talking to before applauded the young flame head. Devin just shook her head like it was nothing, but that was what she wanted to show him. Inside her body was shaking and her heart wouldn't stop beating at that rapid pace, "That deserves a drink actually that's how impressed I am."

Devin turned around to the man and stared at his hands to see the Xs. The girl chuckled seeing something she use to do when she younger. She thought being straight edge was the punk thing to do.

"You don't drink if I am not mistaken." She smirked pointing a red fingernail to his hands.

"I said you a drink…nothing about me." He states and holds out his hand, "Phil Brooks, but you could call me Punk."

Devin looked at him and took her small hand into his. He seemed nice, and someone who had their head maybe screwed on tight.

"You obviously know who I am now." Devin stated.

"Yeah, so about that drink? After the show we can meet up here?" he asked.

"A drink will be amazing." The punk couldn't help but to some how loosen up just a bit in front of him. Devin just hoped that Randy wasn't going to make her do something after. She had to make sure he didn't leave and maybe then she could sneak out.