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.

Her adrenaline was still pumping through her body, numbing the pain that she would be feeling right about now. That right hand from Nia had really struck her good.

"That looks really hot on you." A comforting voice erupted her thoughts and had her eyes looking behind her in the mirror, seeing Finn walk in and close the door behind him.

Logan smirked at his reflection, "You think everything looks hot on me." She commented, straighenting her back and leaning back into the table.

"That I do." He took steps towards her, emcompassing his hands onto her hips and then placing a soft kiss on her left shoulder.

By instict, Logan let her head fall back from the intoxicating lips of Finn, and then he attached his lips to her neck. "What are you doing, Finn?" Logan's breathless question barely came out of her lips.

"I would really like to get ya out of these." A lust woven husk stretched into his words while his hands explored to the hem of her shorts, dipping the tips of his fingers past the barrier, tickling her soft skin with a feather like grace.

"Like you need to ask for permission." Logan's hand reached backwards as Finn suddenly lifted her off the floor without any warning, her legs wrapping around his waist as he set her up onto the table.

She heard the crashing of her duffle bag falling to the floor as Finn's hand moved it out of the way, and then snaking his hands to the small of her back; tugging her closer.

Logan's fingertips grazed underneath his sweater as one of his hands moved up to begin palming her breast. Her lips left his to pull the sweater over his head, disgrading on the floor by her bag.

"Seems unfair, me losing a shirt, you still dressed." He spoke to her while his teeth sunk into her bottom lip, which had Logan's stomach shooting electicity up her spine. "That must change."

His face returned to her's, and the stare he was giving her right now made a shiver go down in spine. Finn had some moments where he had gotten authoritative, but it was nothing in comparision to the tone he had just used with her. His fingers went behind her back, securing the material of her bralette, and slowly with teasing fingers began to unclip it.

He kept the eye contact as he pulled the clothing from her shoulders, sliding it down her arms as Logan's breath hitched in her throat. As soon as the peice of clothing was thrown across the room, his mouth was soon covering hers. His kiss was harsh, as he brought one hand up to cup her face, and then wrap around the back of her neck to take full control of the situation. Logan's leg wrapped around Finn's thighs, pulling him closer while his other hand pressed to the small of her back, forcing her forward, pressing her breasts into his chest.

Finn took her by surpise when he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip and then pulled back on it teasingly, just shy of pain before letting go. A surprised moan fled from her mouth and she felt her heart pounding at least ten times faster than it was before; leaving her completely breathless.

Her eyes fluttered back open, noticing the smile on Finn's face was now replaced with a certain animalistic expression, his eyes had darken dramatically, almost a dark navy blue. Something was changing in him, something was awakening, beckoning to take over and guide him to another side, and she wasn't sure if she was even more arroused at the thought or frightened.

"Ferg-" Logan whispered, but he placed a finger over her lips, letting it teasingly fall, pulling her bottom lip down with it.

"He's not here right now, baby." The grin on his face was enough to make her pounce. He placed his mouth on the side of her neck, sucking on the skin deeply, making her head tilt and her eyes close. He moved his hands to her side, and somehow they felt rougher, though he wasn't touching her any harder than usual but there was a certain firmness in his grip.

One hand stayed on her hip while the other started to trail between their bodies, to the front of her shorts. His mouth moved down to her shoulder as his fingertips were inching them beneath the elestic band of her booty shorts.

Logan's hips moved forward on instinct, her back arching into him as her hands gripped onto his shoulders with a firm hold, almost holding on for dear life as his skillful fingers began working, teasing her entrance.

"Are you going to fuck me on this table, because I only have so much time, Balor." Her words came out breathless, and a few moans almost drowned out her words.

Finn growled against her skin, as his fingers bit into the skin of her hip. There was little time for her brain to process what was going on around her, an excited squeal escaped her mouth as his arm wrapped around her waist firmly, and his other arm worked on removing her tight shorts, almost tearing them off in the process and then sitting her back down roughly.

A surpised yelp escaped her mouth when her bare ass hit the cold of the table, but it was drowned out when he captured her lips, claiming it with authority. Logan's back arched up, colliding their chests together. Her mind couldn't fall back to any memory that was this intense, and her body was on fire even if they had barely started.

It was when Finn's lips started to desend down her neck and she was forced to lean back a little, her shoulders hitting the cool wall, which was inviting from the increasing heat of her skin. Her head fell back as a breath escaped her lips, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips moving down her stomach. His hand was quick to grab hold of one of her legs, and drag her further down the table so he could get a better position. "Fuck," His hands palmed the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs open. "You're so beauitful." His eyes drank her in achoring down to bask in the beauty before him, resting her legs over his shoulders.

The heat from his breath was almost unbearedable, and Logan wasn't sure if he was just trying to tease her or drive her completely insane. It felt like eternity until he flattened his tongue against her and took a long lick, licking up her juices. The moan that escaped her lips was powerful, and her whole body tensed and released, like a tital wave was taking her under as he worked skillfully.

"Oh..god." A whine escaped her lips as her fingers dug into the skin of Finn's bicep with a deathly hold, almost enough to break skin and this only furthered him.

Just as she was about to collaspe into a pit of pure escacy, he moved away from her, leaving Logan to stare at him breathlessly. "What the fuck, Finn?"

"I need you, now." He whispered, capturing her lips once again with hunger as his hands started working on removing his wrestling trunks. Her ears were filled with rustling from a small plastic package, but that was the least of her worries when he positioned himself at her entrance.

With a fluid motion, he pushed himself inside. There was no time to adjust like he had usually had done with her, instead, picking up a steady pace right away. 

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 As the hours went by, the bruise around Logan's eye had only gotten darker, and more intense than it was before. She was still full of adrenaline, and usually after a match that was as brutal as hers was, it would take a couple hours for it to just slowly come down. Which, she was thankful for. 

 The adrenaline that was still clouding her mind was numbing the bruises that filled her body. She could still feel the pain radiating off of her eye, and grow in her temple, but it was only slight. 

 Logan dressed herself after Finn left her locker room, and without a word. Logan watched as his face fell slightly afterwards she had finished, and she wasn't sure why. She enjoyed herself, a lot actually. She had never seen that side of Finn, she didn't know that side of him existed until it had happened. 

Pulling the thoughts away, and putting them back into her head; she was currently sitting in hair and makeup. Making sure she didn't look like a total mess, which she was. Her mascara had smudged slightly from Finn, and her lipstick was almost off; just a stain remained. 

 Her blue high-wasted jeans hugged her curves perfectly, along with her 'Women can wrestle' crop top and her cropped hoodie. Her comfortable clothing hung a little loose on her body, and that's what she wanted. She knew tighter clothing would only make her hurt more, and by the bruises that scattered her skin; she was going to feel the match tomorrow. 

Cathy Kelley had walked up to her from the left, her microphone was off but she had it dangling in her hand. "Damn, you took a punch to the face, Logan." 

 Logan lifted her brow while looking over at her. "I've noticed Cathy. What can I do for you?" She didn't mean for her tone to come out as a bit rude, but she couldn't blame herself. She had barely talked to Cathy before, so why would the girl come up to her out of the blue.

  Cathy's eyes went to the floor for just a second until she rose them again. She had gotten the hint that perhaps, she was bothering the Women's Champion, but she wanted to see what the talk was about. "I just came up to congratulate you on winning." She faked a smile onto her face, her eyes scanning her skin while she spoke; noticing the bruises left on her skin from Nia. 

 Logan pursed her lips and nodded. "Well, thank you, Cathy. I appericate it."

"Have you seen Finn around?" 

 Logan narrowed her eyes down at her as Cathy begun looking around the space for the man in question. Not once, had she looked at her as she spoke; obviously not interested in what Logan had to say. 

 "I haven't.. but he's probably with Anderson and Gallows." Logan answered her. "What do you need him for?"

 "Nothing that interests you, i'm sure." 

 Logan's eyes had only furthered to get more dangerous the more Cathy opened her mouth. Her words had her second guessing that she hadn't just come over to congratulate her on winning tonight, and more like get on her nerves. 

 "I'm his girlfriend. It does interest me." Logan shot back. 

Cathy's head turned towards her and she smiled sweetly. "I would keep that boy on a leash, you never know who might come along and scoop him up." She leaned into Logan to whisper the words to her, and then turned her body around to walk away from her, with a certain step in her walk. 

 Logan's fiery eyes had never left the girl's frame, and she wasn't sure if she was threatening her relationship with Finn. It sure sounded like it. Her words continued to echo throughout her mind as Lindy began fixing her makeup in silence. Logan had her jaw tensing every breath she took until it was time to head for RAW Talk. 

Grabbing her Championship off the table, and hanging it over her shoulder; she began walking over towards the small room that was set up for RAW Talk to take place. Logan looked around the room as soon as she entered, seeing Renee on the opposite side of the room; looking down at a script. Camera's were set up at the front, along with a few Camera Men to make sure everything was rolling smoothly. 

Looking up from her script for a slight second at the sound of someone coming in. Renee's face lit up at the sight of Logan walking into the room, looking around.  "Hey, congratulations girl." 

 Logan's lips curved up into a warm smile as the blonde woman quickly walked up her and wrapped her arms around her to pull her into a hug. "Thanks Renee." Logan smiled into the girl's shoulder, loving the way that Renee had always smelled like Roses. 

"I had the luxury of catching the end of your match, and you did hell of a job." Renee told her with a even wider smile. Usually when there was a Paper-view, Renee would not have enough time to watch the matches backstage since she had scripts, upon scrips, to go through with the amounts of segments she had to record for the night, but since Cathy Kelley was here tonight, she had a little bit of  free-time to catch up with watching the matches. 

  "Ah, it was nothing." Logan smirked over at her, then letting her laughter fill the room as Renee chuckled and sat across from her at the table. 

 "Alright Ladies, we're going live in five minutes." Daltyn, one of the main Camera Men who had been called in for tonight, told them both and Logan nodded back at him.

 "Sounds good, man." She answered him back, while one of the Camera crew began fixing up their hair, pulling strands back, framing her face with them. 

 "Alright, going live in.. 3...2..1.." Daltyn called from the other end of the Camera Lens, counting down with his fingers and then gesturing towards the two ladies to start with the segment. 

 "Moving on here with RAW Talk, it is now time to bring in the Woman that retained the RAW Women's Championship tonight, please welcome on, Logan Perris."

 The camera has scanned over to the left, revealing Logan smiling back over at the Camera. "Hey!" She exclaimed while walking towards her seat that was across from Renee. 

"Congratulations," Renee spoke while the camera had zoomed up into Logan's face as she was adjusting her championship in a comfortable position on her shoulder. Logan picked up the microphone while Renee started clapping for her. 

 "Oh, thank you." 

 "Quite a night for you out there tonight." Renee spoke while looking over at her and Logan nodded. "Oh, absolutely, I don't know if you've been informed, Renee. But I've just made history for myself, and I've run through the most dominate Women in our division."

 Renee nodded with a smile on her face. "Oh, I've noticed that, it was a total war out there, I mean five other Women all fighting for that Championship and you didn't have to be pinned in that match. Where you stressed at all?" Renee asked with a hint of curiosity in her voice.

 Logan started nodding her head while looking down at the IPad that was placed infront of her. Usually, a champion would deny that she was feeling a bit uneasy while going into the match, and so her script said that she wasn't feeling nervous but that would be a complete lie. 

She didn't want to be that Champion. She didn't want to be the Women who claims that nothing scares her when in reality, everything did. 

 "You know what Renee?" Logan rose her head and connected her gaze over towards the blonde, who was already looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Yeah, I was feeling a little nervous going into the match, and that's completely okay." Logan nodded over towards her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I'm human like the rest of us, and I would be lying if I didn't say I wasn't one bit nervous about it."

 Logan's eyes caught onto the Ipad that sat below her, showing her the replay clips of the match. "You certainly had the odds stacked against you, and for a second there, we all thought Nia was going to pick up the win tonight."

 Logan nodded away while looking down at the screen, "But she didn't, because a Champion uses the ring as a weapon, like that." Logan pointed down at the picture as Nia Jax ran into the ring post, and then was laying out in the ring. "And here I go," Logan continued while looking down, seeing herself shove Bayley into Sasha; throwing her off the ring and then hitting Bayley with her boot. 

 "And that is how a Champion does it." Logan looked back up with a confident smirk on her face as her eyes caught onto Renee's. 

 "Enough about the match, let's talk about the elephant in the room-"

 Logan let out a chuckle and pulled back her hair, showing off the purple bruise that decorated around her eye. "Oh you mean this?" Logan questioned, to which Renee had nodded off. "It's no more than a battle wound, showing that I come out on top...again." 

 Renee nodded, "You have to consider, that there are other Women waiting in the Locker room for a chance at the Championship, and Women who might just kick you to the bottom-"

 Logan scoffed. "Yeah, okay. Who am I gonna face, Renee? Alicia Fox? Mickie James?" Logan narrowed her eyes down at her. "I've already beaten them."

 "What about Emma? I mean, she hasn't been put in a match for your Championship yet, and I definitely wouldn't count her out just yet."

 Logan looked off to the side while an annoyed expression pulled on her face as she scoffed once again. "Well, if you're listening, Emma. Which I know you are; I'm right here." 

A/N

GUYS I'M SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING THIS STORY IN LIKE A MONTH. 

Shit has been getting crazy for me, and my house is literally the sick ward and I'm sick once again. It never ends with me. Anyways, I hope you guys liked the chapter, I know it's not that exciting, but next chapter will be! 

AND OOH, CATHY KELLEY! Up in here causing drama with Logan.