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Logan made her way to the back, arm-in-arm with Miranda, both of them with grim looks on their faces. The Shield remained in the ring, with Seth and Roman having a match with R-Truth and Xavier Woods. This gave Logan just enough time to get to the locker room and change into her gear before having to be back in the ring.

Once they were behind the curtain Logan broke away and ran to the locker room. She snatched her bag from the chair in the corner of the room and ran to the bathroom to change. She figured if she rushed now, she would have enough time to reach the makeup artists before her match with Jon.

Logan took a quick look in the mirror on the way out, pleased with what she saw. She wore her usual ring attire: a bra type top that pushed everything together and tied just under her breasts, it being a dark blue tonight, her too-much-booty booty shorts, and brown boots with tassels that tied off her Southern Girl look.

Her usual makeup artist, Angela, didn't waste any time getting her eye shadow reapplied and accenting her lips with a little gloss.

She looked into the mirror and felt something bubbling in her stomach. She didn't know what it was, but she knew why it was there. She was ready. Ready for what was coming her way. Ready to reach the top. Ready to main event Raw.

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After parting ways with Logan, Miranda Hickenbottom headed straight to the trainer's room. She made a stupid mistake and landed her elbow drop wrong, and she was feeling the effects in her hip.

Doc Ramirez stretched all throughout her upper leg and left side, finally telling her that ice would soothe any pains she had. He handed her the pack and gave her the orange slip that said he had examined her injuries before sending her out.

She walked with a small limp to the women's locker room and went to her bag to dig out her clothes. She changed into a pair of skinny jeans, her black ankle boots, and an oversized T-shirt. She met up with Brie afterwards and they headed to see what was left of catering.

Miranda decided a piece of pizza and a protein shake could hold her over until morning. As soon as she sat down her phone rang. She smiled and Brie immediately knew who it was.

"I'll leave you and loverboy alone," she said, excusing herself.

Miranda pressed the little green button. "Hey, baby."

"You botched it!" She could hear Scott's smirk through the phone.

"No shit, Sherlock," she replied, biting her pizza.

"You okay?" he asked seriously. She smiled softly. No matter how much he picked on her, he still made sure she was at her best, that no harm could come to her.

"I'm fine, I think. Just a little bruised up."

"Who bruised you? I'll beat their ass!"

She giggled. "Calm down, tiger. What are you going to do, punch the ring floor?"

"If that's what it takes. Can't be having my baby-momma all beat up."

She practically lit up at his words. "Speaking of Wyatt, how is my baby?"

"Ready to see his mommy," he said with a sigh. "When are you coming home?"

"I have no idea, you know that. My career is just getting started here. I cant just ask for leave every month."

"I know, honey, but we need you here. I haven't seen you in in thirty-nine days, and yes I've been counting, and Wyatt hasn't seen you in longer than that. I don't want to keep asking my mom if she'll watch him every time I have to travel."

"She doesn't mind-"

"That's not the point, Miranda!" he shouted, making her flinch the phone away from her ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell. But the whole not having sex for forty days is kinda getting to my head. Have your vibrator batteries stopped working yet? Because mine have." She laughed loudly, music to his ears. He was the only one that could make her laugh so easily and he loved it. "Babe, I'm serious. I've been having to get off to watching your matches on YouTube."

She smirked inwardly and looked around, making sure no one was in earshot. "I know something else that'll turn you on."

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm…."

"What would that be?"

She bit her lip. "I'm wearing your shirt. The Colt Cabana Classic one." He was silent for a while, and she thought he hung up. "Scott?"

"Uugh! Instant boner!"

"I miss you," she blurted out.

He was silent for a few moments, allowing her to stop and think. Think about how happy she really was. She had a great job, an amazing boyfriend, and a beautiful two year old son. She was in a stable five-year relationship, and it was still going steady. They were amazingly happy, and the sex was still good. And she was Divas champion for god's sake!

"I'm coming to see you. Next week," he said. He sounded so dead set, and that was one thing she loved. "And I'm bringing Wyatt. Getting out of Chicago might do him some good."

"And you're always out of Chicago," she reminded.

"I know! But I've never been to Orlando, so it'll be an adventure. I bet it'll be good for me, too."

She knew where this was going. "You want sex?"

"I want sex."

She laughed. "Shut up. I'll talk to you tomorrow, I love you."

"Love you, babe."