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Tuesday, January 17th 2017 Smackdown Live Tapings
Devyn sat down in the chair with a huff. She didn't like being treated like a child, especially not in a place surrounded by people that she particularly didn't like -- besides Renee, of course. She hugged her blanket to her chest as Randy sat next to her.
“Don't worry, princess, I'm not going to take your precious blanket.” Randy muttered in a mocking tone.
“You ever try and take it again, I will chop your dick off.” Devyn threatened.
Devyn didn't even glance at her dad as he sat down behind his desk.
“I have rules backstage and I will not hesitate to enforce them on either of you if you happen to decide that you don't want to follow the rules.” Paul told them, sternly.
Devyn smiled, sweetly as she looked up, “And I will not hesitate to slap him across the face if he takes my stuff again.” She stood up, “Are we done here?”
“Sit down, Devyn.”
“Sorry, Paul, I actually have a job that I need to be doing so…” Devyn knew that she was pissing her dad off on purpose, but she wanted to leave.
“Sit down and shut your mouth, now.” Paul said in a stern tone, “That's the last time I'll ask nicely.”
“That's you asking nicely?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Does she fight you on everything?” Randy asked.
“She has Stephanie’s attitude.” Paul muttered as he continued to glare at his daughter, “You're twenty four years old, Devyn, don't make me call Stephanie.”
“Now you want to treat me like an adult.” Devyn sat down with a huff, “You're lucky that I love mom too much to bother her.”
“How is it possible that she is more like Stephanie than you?” Randy asked.
“My mother raised me right.” Devyn snapped, “Sorry that she taught me not to take shit from anyone.”
“Including your dad?” Randy questioned.
“Okay, both of you stop.” Paul muttered, “I really don't have time to be dealing with the childish antics.”
“Why am I still here then?” Devyn asked, sending a glare to her dad.
“Drop the fucking attitude.” Paul basically yelled at her, “Is it so hard for you to admit that you were wrong? This is suppose to be a professional area, and I will not tolerate if it happens again. Understood?”
Devyn forced her mouth shut. She hates getting scolded at, especially by her dad. She wanted to argue back, but knew that it would only piss her dad off more. She tried so hard to not look at Randy. It was obvious that Randy was sitting in his chair all smug.
