MADNESS | FINN BÀLOR [1]

( CHAPTER TWO - KISS OF DEATH )

CHAPTER TWO: KISS OF DEATH

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                     Logan began to take off her jacket and throwing it to the side as her music started to die down, leaving just the screaming fans echoing throughout the arena.

"Can you believe it? Logan Perris is back in a WWE Ring," She heard Brooker T at the announce table say as she leaned against the top rope, looking over at Emma who passed her sunglasses to one of the workers.

But before the bell could ring, the Referee called both ladies towards the center to shake hands. Logan raised her eyebrows as Emma didn't even hesitate holding out her hand to shake. She started slowly walking towards her as Emma looked down at her hand, "Come on," She started to grow impatient.

Just as Logan was about to accept the offer to shake Emma's hand, Emma slapped Logan, her face flew to the left side as she stumbled from the impact. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she turned her head to look over at Emma, who had her back turned towards her boasting herself off to the crowd.

Logan walked over, grabbing a fistful of dirty-blonde hair and throwing her to the matt. Her eyes darkened as Emma landed on her back, looking up at her with a glare. "You wanna fight dirty?" Logan yelled down at her, raising two fingers, taunting her to run at her. "I can fight dirty too."

Emma rose up from the matt and both ladies started to circle eachother, she rose her hand over her head, reaching for one of Logan's hands. With a smirk on her face, and Logan's hestitant nature, both ladies had intertwined their fingers, and Logan sent a boot to the mid-section of Emma.

      Logan grabbed ahold of Emma's arm, throwing her into the turnbuckle. She turned around, running after her but Emma had moved out of the way. Thanks to Logan's natural reflexes, she had stopped before hitting her head off the metal.

She looked out into the crowd, her tongue licking her bottom lip as she started nodding. She was impressed with the way Emma was dodging her blows, usuallly she would be dominating right now but she didn't particularly care, she kind of liked the game that was going.

Before Logan had a chance to react to anything else, Emma had grabbed a fistful of black hair and threw Logan to the matt. Emma started stomping away at the tan mid-section of Logan.

She quickly went for the count, but Logan got her shoulder up for the count of two.

"All you have to do is stay down! You hear me?" Emma screamed as she kneeled down, grabbing a fistful of hair and repeatedly hitting Logan's face off the matt before putting her head between her knees, putting pressure onto her neck.

"Let's go, Logan!" Clap, Clap, Clap! "Let's go, Logan!"

       Logan clawed at Emma's boots, trying to find a way out of the submission hold as the audience around them started cheering Logan on. Her oxygen stopped as Emma's legs tightened around her neck, and Logan sent her fist flying at whatever she could hit. Whatever she did hit, worked because Emma's legs started loosing grip.