Meeting her fan (Rai/Tyler)

"I'm not blaming you! I want you home so she can't fucking attack you anymore and I suggest you lower your voice." Randy said before he threw his bag onto his bench then grabbed his boots from them.

"Are you serious! She didn't attack me! We were just playing around! Damn, have I done anything for you not to trust me?"Tyler yelled, basically ignoring Randy's comments.

"I trust you. I don't trust her." Randy said.

Tyler sat in an empty chair, choosing not to say anything at all.
"Makes no fucking sense at all."
He muttered under his breath.

"I'm only trying to protect you." Randy said.

"But that's the thing, I don't need protection from her! They were being genuinely nice to me, and you just get pissed off because you're not friends with her and I was with her. That's not fair."

"No I get pissed off when someone jumps on my son's back in the male restroom." Randy said.

"Again, weird chain of events. And we not going to do anything if that's what you were thinking."

"You don't know what she had in mind." Randy said.

"And neither do you!"
Tyler said, starting to yell again.

Randy just rolled his eyes.

"I'm outta here."
He said, storming towards the door.

"You walk out that door you're not coming back to any arena! You'll stay home!" Randy yelled.

"Uh huh, yeah, whatever."
He said, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

Randy sat down and rubbed a hand over his face.

Tyler stormed off down the hallway.