"And the challengers," Lilian Garcia exclaimed, "being accompanied by Logan Turner, the team of Kaitlyn, AJ Lee, and your Divas Champion, Miranda Michaels!"

Logan liked to think she strutted out to 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me,' Miranda's theme, but in all honesty she probably tripped over her almost five inch heels the outfit coordinator put her in. The only thing she noticed was the screaming fans of Atlanta and the chill of adrenaline running down her spine. She stood at the top left corner and struck her signature pose, with her hip popped to the side and both hands ruffling her blonde hair, trying her best to look sexy and to not break character and start giggling like a teenager on their first date. Big crowds, especially the Southern ones, always made her excited.

Logan linked arms with Miranda and made their way to the ring where the Bellas and Eva Marie awaited them. She fist bumped with Miranda and double high-fived AJ and Kaitlyn, then made her way to the announce table.

"We are accompanied here for this six-Diva tag match by none other than Logan Turner, the number one contender for the Divas Championship," Michael Cole announced.

JBL was next, handing her a headset. "Good evening Logan, looking beautiful as always."

"Thank you, John," she made sure to drawl out in her already Southern accent. She looked down at herself, slightly swiveling in her chair. The Georgia native had on black skinny jeans, covered up to her knees in leather high heel boots. The black shirt she wore was slinky and hung off one shoulder at the top, but clung to her stomach and ribs.

She eyeballed the other three Divas in the ring- the Bellas and Eva Marie. She remained in character as Nikki sneered at her, causing her to roll her eyes.

"So Logan," Cole began. "What do you think of this matchup tonight?"

She grimaced as Kaitlyn was repeatedly clotheslined by Brie. "I mean, y'all know I'm not the biggest fan of the Bella Twins and I'm not really sure what to think of Eva Marie, but I know the team I came out with tonight will have a tough match on their hands."

Brie tagged in Nikki just as Kaitlyn got to AJ. The two locked up in the middle, with Nikki soon backing the smaller girl into the corner. The ref counted to four before she back away and taunted the crowd, getting a mixture of cheers and boos. Taking advantage of the distraction, AJ launched herself at Nikki and unloaded on her until the ref pulled her off. AJ's currently curly hair was wild as she supported her 'Crazy Chick' image. Nikki tried to tag, but AJ wouldn't allow her and pulled her back by her hair.

"Oh, and what a wicked neckbreaker by AJ!" Cole exclaimed.

JBL turned to her. "We all know that Miranda Michaels and yourself are very close friends. How does it feel to have to compete against her for something as prestigious as the Divas Championship?"

"Oh, it is just heartbreaking. I love that girl to death, her father taught me much of what I know, and having to fight my best friend is one of the hardest things I'll probably ever have to do. But I do know that it will be a clean fight and we will respect each other once the match is over, no matter the outcome."

"That's great to hear," Cole says. "And Kaitlyn tags in Miranda Michaels! Nikki is struggling to her corner, and I think Miranda wants her to tag in Eva Marie."

"I know she does, Michael. Did you hear the way Eva was talking about Miranda last week, because Miranda sure did," JBL says.

Nikki makes her way to the corner, jumps to slap Eva's hand, and quickly rolls to her sister under the bottom rope. Eva gets in warily and walks slowly toward the Divas Champion. Once close enough, Miranda reels back and slaps her, leaving a red mark almost the color of Eva's hair. She gasped and help and hand to her face.

"You think you can talk about me like that? Huh?" Miranda asks. "I made this Championship worth something again. What have you done? Nothing!" Another slap. "You just got here, rookie! And saying things like your champion slept her way to the top or used her daddy's power to reach her goals is a way to make real quick enemies." Miranda gives her a lariat and begins unloading on her.

The ref grabs her off, but she wasn't done. She stands Eva up and whips her into the turnbuckle. Eva stumbles and Miranda gives her a running high knee. She grabs the red head around the neck and gives her a face buster, flipping her over in front of the turnbuckle. Miranda grins at the crowd and runs to the turnbuckle, climbing it quickly. She stands up and blows a kiss at Eva, then dives and delivers a flying elbowdrop perfectly.

Miranda looks at her for a minute before getting a wicked grin on her face. She pulls one of Eva's legs up and grabs the other one, then drops down into a Figure Four leglock. Eva screams and moments before she was about to tap-

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There was a collective gasp in the arena. The audience whipped toward where they anticipated the Shield to enter, and they weren't disappointed. Dean, his U.S. title glistening around his waist, came down one set of stairs with Seth while Roman came down the opposite set.

Before they hopped the barrier to the ring, Logan stood and deposited her headset next to JBL's hat, then took a mic from a crew member and rolled into the ring. She protectively stood in front of the two women in the ring, both of whom were still on the mat, too shocked to move. As the camera zoomed into her face, her anger was clearly seen through the sarcastic smile she wore.

"Umm, excuse me, Mr. Shield men?" she started out sarcastically. "What do y'all think you're doing?

Seth takes a mic. "Sorry ladies, but we're here to put these people out of their misery. And we don't mean taking over commentary from Michael and JBL." The audience laughed lightly.

"Exactly why were they miserable?" she challenged, leaning over the top rope, looking directly at their unspoken leader, Dean Ambrose. The sarcastic smile was replaced with a sneer.

He took the mic from Seth. "Well, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "we don't think that anyone should have to watch this pathetic excuse for a match. See, we do care about the people."

Logan's eyes were ablaze, brown staring into his clear blue ones. "You think this is a sorry excuse?

"Pretty much."

She laughed dryly. "Well I think Roman Reigns' roar is a sorry excuse!" The audience was loving this. And Logan was only getting started. Seth got a smack to the shoulder by Roman when he was found snickering slightly. "Oh, don't start laughin', sweetie. I think your two-toned hair is a sorry excuse!" This time Roman laughed and pointed at him jokingly. "And Dean, honey."

"What about me is a sorry excuse?" he questioned, a smirk on his face.

A smile lit up her face. "I've seen pictures of you from when you wore those form fitting trucks instead of those pants you have now, and I think that speaks for itself." The audience 'Ooh'-ed and Dean's face grew red as he charged the ring. Seth and Roman quickly caught him and pulled him back.

"Dude you cant do this," Seth exclaims.

"I'm not above hitting a woman!"

Logan's eyes lit up. "Oh, really? Well since we're in the great state of Georgia!" she paused, letting the Atlanta crowd cheer. "I say we see how that plays out. Let's have a match- you and me!"