MADNESS | FINN BÀLOR [1]

( CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN - DEMON KING )

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN; DEMON KING

           Logan walked back behind the curtain, skin glistening with sweat, hair was wild from a fight, and a new bruise forming around her left eye. Her breathing was rugged with each step she took, her body coming down from It's high ever so slightly.

"Congratulations, Miss Jane." The General Manager, Kurt Angle was there to greet her with a smile full of gratitude. "I never have a doubt of your ability in the ring, and you put on a hell of a match out there."

Logan's brown eyes looked up from the grey concrete flooring, and a tired smile came onto her lips. "Thank you, Kurt." She replied, and Kurt pulled her into a professional hug.

"We have you making an appearance on RAW talk after the paper-view, so stick around, okay?" Kurt told her as the two pulled away from the friendly hug and Logan nodded with her head.

Kurt gave her a curt nod, blue eyes shinning as he turned on his heel and started walking away. Logan's smile never left her red lips, her manicured hand holding the gold that she retained tonight. "I knew you could do it." A thick voice cooed, Irish accent thicker than it usually was.

Logan leaned into his embrace as he slid his arms around her hips, and pulled her back into him. He placed his lips on her neck, giving her a short peck , and snuggling into her.

Logan smiled contently at the feeling of warmth, the familiar scent of Finn felt like home to her, and she didn't have many places that she could call home. Her arms only tightened around his neck, and her championship rested against his back as he picked her off the ground ever so slightly.

"There's my champion," a raspy voice called, breaking the moment between the couple and making Logan open her eyes. "You did amazing, Lo."

"Thanks Dean." Logan replied and nodded, pulling away from Finn's embrace to wrap her arms around Dean's torso, as his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

The rest of the night up until her Raw Talk with Renee was filled with people congratulating her for the performance she put on. Logan made her way towards her Locker Room, which was specially provided from Hunter tonight. She felt like she was getting the special treatment, having her own Locker Room; even though it was just for a couple more hours.

Her stuff had been moved from the Locker Room that was shared with the other woman, and then moved into the new one that had been set up. She threw her leather jacket onto her suitcase and bent down on wobbly legs to grab a sweater of some sort, the sweat that glistened off of her body was starting to make her shiver. Her brown eyes caught onto her reflection, staring back into the mirror that sat above her luggage, she noticed the left side of her face was swelled.

"Holy shit." Logan muttered to herself and then leaned further into the mirror to get a good look at the new wound she had. Colors of purple and blue scattered over her cheek bone, and under her eye.