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Chapter One:

July 4, 2015, or better known to those in the wrestling world that was the WWE, as The Beast in the East, an event where superstars and divas brought their skill and talents to the world renowned Tokyo Dome. Many of the talent was excited to go out there in front of a different crowd than what they were used to. A lot of them heard tales of what it was like to compete in Japan in front of larger crowds but until now those words were like a myth.

As the promotion's name suggested Brock Lesnar was the drawing name here, people in the brass expecting Brock to draw like he did back in The States. And in a singular fashion, like only Brock Lesnar could do he competed not in the main event but the third match of the night. However, it wasn't the Beast people came to see it was the return of their Prince who came home looking for his crown. They were here for Finn Balor.

It was that same Finn Balor that was standing in the middle of a training room watching the standoff between Brock and his opponent Kofi Kingston as the WWE employee took a paintbrush to his skin, applying the paint that would transform Finn Balor from the cool Irishman to the relentless Demon. Just as Paul Heyman's Conqueror started off his suplex chain the door to the room opened and in stepped one of Finn's real friends off screen, Antonio Cesaro.

The smirk on his face brought a grin to Finn's face, the good mood of his friend transferring over to Finn who felt the brush moving around just beneath his shoulders. "So the Demon finally comes home. How's it feel?" Cesaro asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame with one shoulder.

Knowing that when the artist got to his mouth he would no longer be able to talk or else the paint would be misplaced, Finn got what he needed to say out. "The Demon's home? Not here but Finn Balor is ready to get out there and take that title." Finn's grin widened into a smirk, confidence coming off him in waves.

"Good" With a simple nod the Swiss superstar turned and walked out of the room, one last line of encouragement leaving his mouth. "Go get 'em, Prince." With his attention no longer distracted Finn was able to watch how Brock hefted Kofi up to his shoulders. From that point, he had to close his eyes though because the paint needed to go on.

Two minutes later and Finn Balor was brought from his relaxed, almost meditative position when the man painting his face, clapped the paint case closed. "Alright Finn, we're done here." It was definitely a treat for him to be able to work on the various paint schemes Finn wanted to be done, especially this Japanese Oni that was done up in black, red, and white.

He was coming out first to further showcase the slowly improving so Finn made sure he was prompt in leaving the room, moving to the entrance ramp, or at least the control room that was behind the curtains and the massive screen that hung over the entrance ramp. Normally the room was filled with officials, the suits but this time Finn saw a few faces. Sami Zayn, Neville, Bayley, and even Sasha Banks. It was a crowded room but he gave all of them a smirk. "What's going on here? Some kind of party?" His Irish accent cutting through the silence of everyone taking in his look.

Sami chuckled at that natural joking side that Finn had but didn't seem to match the Demon, shaking his head fondly. "Come on man, we're here to see who becomes the champ! It's a pretty big deal." Of course, Sami wished he had the chance but he was also happy that his friend was getting his shot, he did deserve for all he had done to get to this point.

"Then I guess you'll be seeing me with my belt in a bit here eh?" There was no point in going out there and thinking he might win. Every time he stepped through that curtain it was to win. It didn't matter if the name was Nakamura, Okada, or now Owens.

"Or Kevin with his belt." Sasha never afraid to say what she wanted spoke from beside Bayley, a smirk on her painted lips and her NXT Women's championship around her waist.

Chuckling, Finn might have wiped at his mouth, a slight tick that he had when it came to physically reacting but because of the Demon paint perfectly laid onto his body, he remained still with no form contact with anyone. "Don't you worry pretty soon I'll be the most popular champion here or on Raw."

It was no secret to any of the men and women on the Main Roster of here at NXT that Sasha Banks had become one of if not the most popular superstar that the WWE had. She had chants going for her and against her, competing just like one John Cena and with that fandom, she was riding and co-piloting the wave of the Women's Revolution. "Oh, don't you worry little Demon. I'm still the Boss!"

Bayley ever the one for good relations between everyone stepped in here to make sure that the friendly banter between her two good friends stayed just that, banter. "Alright you two, play nice. By the way Finn, nice job with the paint." Bayley gave her compliment with a smile and thumbs up.

Nodding his thanks, everyone looked towards the curtain when they heard the ominous beat of his music filling the arena followed shortly after with a wave of cheering for the man that many of the crowd watched grow up. When the initial fervor came to a stop soon they chanted the name Prince and it rained down from the crowd making Finn smile. "Show time," Neville said with a smile looking at Finn who was still smiling at all the people calling for him.

Walking through the curtain into the spot where he was alone, the last spot of silence before he went down the ramp as not Finn Balor but the Demon. Eyes falling closed, the black paint over his eyelids erasing the stunning blue and when they opened again the Demon crouched down and silently made his way into the clouds of red smoke that started to plume out. Not even thinking, not having to Finn Balor crawled, erratic and enigmatic until the music climaxed and he shot up throwing his arms getting the universe around him to do so.

Before he knew it he was folded over the top turnbuckle, his mind following along with the music until it exploded much like the way he rocketed up throwing his arms up and getting the universe to do the same. Standing up and dropping down onto the mat he pulled the head dress off and tossed it to the side, glaring the way the entrance ramp was located.

Where Finn Balor took the time to crawl down to the ring Kevin Owens was nowhere near as slow, marching right to the ring with a naturally sarcastic, not impressed look on his face. But his eyes never took themselves off from where Finn stood. The woman holding the mic did the intro and then the ceremonial bouquet of flowers and sea of streamers from the front three rows on each side.

As the ringside helping hands scurried to clean the streamers so the ring was acceptable to fight in and as they did so Finn and Kevin slowly stepped forward until they were face to face, one glaring down the other as they sized each other up. Finn stared silently with defiant blue eyes but Kevin had no problem talking some smack. "Alright buddy, I'm going to beat you down and blow out of this shitty country."

Finn would have smirked if it wouldn't have broken character so instead of doing that he shook his head once and mouthed out a simple, one-word reply. "No" No, Kevin Owens would not beat him. No, Kevin Owens would not destroy him. The Demon would slay Kevin Owens.

Kevin's eyes opened a bit wider, his darker eyes seeming to have caught a gleam in them when Finn spoke out, his mouth opening some before he nodded. "So you can talk under all of that paint huh?" Then the bell rang and the two men went at it. Not even bothering to go back to their corner, instead opting to throw forearms at the other.

Heads snapping back and grunts from the force of each forearm thrown, the two kept recklessly brawling until Finn's quickness won out and he was able to deliver a succession of blows that drove Kevin back in a the space created Finn accelerated driving Kevin into the turnbuckles with a drop kick. The buckles shook as the larger wrestler crumbled to the ground, rolling out into the perfect spot.

Seeing the perfect chance to land his finisher, the Demon took for the top rope, scaling it in a matter of seconds. Despite the quickness of his action the crowd saw and sensed what was coming sending them all to their feet, a high percentage of them cheering for the Coup de Grace. Perched on the top, Finn stood tall and ready to jump but was thwarted when Kevin Owens wisely rolled out of the ring.

Owens' reprieve did last nearly as long as he would want and that was because there was no hesitation in the Demon as he leaped from the turnbuckles crashing down on Kevin via the means of a flying crossbody much to the delight of the crowd. Meanwhile down on the padded floor laid over the concrete, Kevin had his arms over his face while Finn scrambled up to his feet breathing heavy, arm around his ribs.

Ignoring the ache from crashing down on another man, the Demon reached down to yank Kevin up by his black KO shirt. "Get up!" He barked as he hefted the much larger man back onto his feet only for Finn to direct his attention to where the bell keeper was sitting and with as much momentum as he could he whipped KO into the rail making that portion sling back as Kevin Owens cried out in pain.

Three! Hearing the referee's count through the noise of the crowd Finn hurried back to Kevin who had just dropped to a knee, his head down as he tried to catch his breath. Again Finn was on him like a relentless hound pounding on Kevin's back and shoulder with clubbing, downward striking fists. Five!

The rage of the Demon led to an opening for Kevin Owens in the form of Finn's arm hooking to far over his shoulder making it easy for Kevin to spring to his feet with Finn up like was going to be spinebustered. Only instead of slamming him down, KO ran forward until Finn's spine hit the cold steel and the Demon's anguished shout cut through the arena, the crowd having gone silent. Eight!

Rolling Finn back in without any concern for the count, Kevin rolled in right behind him and stood over the downed Demon, pointing right at the painted superstar. "You think you're good enough to beat me? You aren't better than me Finn!" Striding forward Kevin stepped over Finn's body and took off the far ropes coming on back and landing on Finn with a senton that bent his body up like a 'C' the breath forced from the Demon's body.

For the next eight minutes of the match Kevin Owens took control throwing in retching headlocks, a clothesline, a whiplash into the buckles that made the three of them shake as Finn dropped to the ground leaned against the bottom buckle, perfect position for the larger man who slowly marched to the opposite corner mocking the Japanese crowd the entire way.

Grabbing the ropes going in opposite sides of the buckle, KO lashed forward then yanked himself back twice much like the caged bull that was illustrated on the side of his shoulder. With a fierce shout, the current NXT Champion ran forward and did a quick flip canon balling himself into Balor crushing the challenger deep into the corner.

As the Demon struggled to capture the breath that escaped from his crushed chest Kevin Owens was busy facing, the crowd in a deep bow that spoke of an arrogance that made him such an effective Heel. Holding up a single finger, Owens cheered back at the crowd mocking them with the excitement of a child. "One more time!" He cheered with a mocking grin before he settled back in the corner with a grin that was much mocking as it was sarcastic.

Like he did thirty seconds prior, Kevin Owens surged forward like a wild bull and went to smash into the corner where Finn looked dazed, out of it. He committed to the flip and that was when Finn slipped out of the way and the back of Kevin Owen's neck ricocheted off the buckle leaving both men sprawled out aching, sweating, and tired.

As Finn laid there on the left side of the ring, just under the ropes he could feel the sweat sliding down his body, chipping away paint and putting holes in what was a flawless demon facade of paint. He could smell the paint that was painted around his nose and near the nostrils but most of all he could feel all the ache from Kevin throwing him around for nearly ten minutes. Six!

On cue both men started to stir and climb onto all fours, both staring at the other as they realized what was at stake and eventually the two made it to their feet and started to throw fists, similar to how the match started. Volleys of punches that knocked sweat off each man came hammering down and this time Kevin Owens got the advantage, his heavy blows turning Balor around but like a band snapping back in place Balor out of nowhere snapped his foot of the back of Owen's neck with a Pele kick.

The kick hit perfectly and drove the NXT Champion down to one knee, a hand reaching out blindly for Balor as bright dots rendered him incapable of seeing for a few moments. What he missed was Finn Balor waiting in the corner, waiting for him to get back. So when Owens climbed back to a somewhat vertical base he was instantly slammed back down courtesy of a Slingblade.

Instinct demanded he roll to the ropes to have a way out if he needed it so that it was the veteran Kevin Owens did. Literally dragging himself to the corner, Kevin faced the buckles putting his back to most of the ring, putting his back to Balor who was in the opposite corner with his hands holding two gun signals with his pointers and thumbs. As soon as Kevin stumbled back to face Balor he was shotgun drop kicked where he snapped off the buckles and rolled right into the perfect spot for Finn to finish him.

Wasting no time on the theatrics with the finish in sight, Finn Balor scaled to the top ropes and stood tall before leaping into the air off the buckle. Drawing his legs in tight then spearing them straight down running them right through the very soul of Kevin Owens. As the impact hit and Kevin Owens groaned out the crowd went ballistic as Finn made for the cover.

He may have only needed three seconds but never had three seconds seemed so long as he watched the referee move into position so he could see Kevin Owens' shoulders as he started his count. One! Yes, that was it! Finn had him right where he wanted him! Two! Could this be it? Did he have the championship won? Three! He did it, he was the championship and he could barely think through the wave of applause.

As soon as the count was done Finn rolled off Kevin and put his back against the ropes, his head pushed against the middle rope, both hands on his head. Clearly, he was shocked, not that it happened but that it finally happened. Even as the referee pointed to him and the crowd went off like the roof itself was taken off Finn remained frozen, breathing heavily as he came to terms with that he was the champion.

Kevin Owens was a friend of Finn's despite what they had to do here in Japan so with his friend finally getting what he deserved, Kevin rolled out of the ring and staggered up the ramp not wanting to steal any of Finn's moment. Though he did kick the flowers he threw up the ramp at the beginning of the match.

"Finn…" The referee tried to get his attention as the hands and arms of the people went up to the beat of his music. Thankfully he got through to the Irish superstar, now champion and he took the belt where he crouched with it in his hands, looking at the reflection of himself in the gold plated letters of NXT which was fitting because he was now the face of that show. He'd make the people love him.

He got the belt a few beats into his entrance music so he had to wait for the music to build up but when it did Finn ran into the ropes bouncing off them with his torso, throwing a fist pump as everyone cheered. Climbing onto the top buckle Finn stood tall and proud with one hand holding his NXT belt and the other pointing to the sky, motionless in the basking of his victory.

However there was still another match left so Finn knew he had to get out the ring so when he dropped back down to the canvas he moved to the center of the ring and bowed at the waist paying respect to the people who saw him grow from a Prince to an Outlaw of the Club before arriving here champion. Nearly everyone in the arena was cheering, clapping or something like that as Finn rolled out of the ring and walked up the ramp.

It wasn't until he finally pushed the curtain in and stepped out of the eye of the crowd did the sore, tired and sweating Demon transform back into Finn Balor, a man who sighed and let a massive smile fall upon his face he stared down at the belt he had been hunting for the better part of a year. He had been relegated to tag matches and working the lesser talent but he did it all with a smile and now it paid off.

Finn was snapped out of it when a hand came slamming down on his shoulder, gripping it and giving it a squeeze. Slightly startled he looked up but the surprised look could easily be mistaken for fatigue. Who he found in front of him was none other than the face of the company, John Cena who was grinning at him. He was on next so he was getting ready to get out there. "One hell of a match. Congratulations."

"Uh…" Surprised that the top card of the main roster would even go out of his way to talk to a developmental star like him was mind-numbing. Finn might have been friendly to a lot of people but that didn't mean he was dumb. Ever since the Women's Revolution started and Sami and Kevin moved up to working both rosters there was a resentment for how the NXT superstars were pushed to implement fresh blood. "Thanks, John."

"No problem, can't wait to work with you and hopefully soon." After that the two shared a handshake Finn moved on past Cena to where there were WWE officials sitting running the monitors but also there was Cesaro and Neville clapping for him, smirks on their faces.

Grinning cheekily, Finn cocked his head to the side and held out one arm to the side, a grand gesturing motion for sure. "Told ya." He said with a quick wink and bow that made his two friends chuckled.

Bayley came up past the impromptu wall that Neville and Cesaro made and came sliding up right in front of Balor, that warm smile firmly in place. "You rocked out there Finn!" She paused and looked him up and down. He didn't look to beat up but it couldn't hurt to ask him if it was alright first. "Hug?"

"As long as you don't mind the paint and sweat." Yeah, he knew he needed a shower and quickly. Bayley knew the risk and she didn't mind it one bit as she threw her arms around her friend who was no champion and hugged him tight, not caring for the paint that got on her shirt or on the inside of her arms.

Pulling back with a smile, Bayley took her hands and her arms so that she could put them together behind her back. "Congrats, so we get to have a party right?" She asked with a slight smirk.

Cesaro came over and threw an arm over Bayley's shoulder getting both male and female superstar to look over at him as he grinned. "Yeah, you're an Irishman. You were born to party, and you know Japan to boot. Let's do it!"

They had him there so Finn laughed and nodded his head. "Alright, alright… I know when I am outnumbered." Turning to Neville who was watching the whole thing with a smile, Finn asked if he wanted to go with them. "How about you? Up for a night of drinks and friends?"

"I'd love to but I have a meeting tomorrow about some plans they have for later this year or something. Said I'd really want to get in on this even though they won't tell me what yet." It was a big opportunity by the sounds of it though.

"I understand brother. Good luck." Neville nodded and then Finn turned back to Cesaro and Bayley who looked disappointed that he was going to be coming with but were still in good enough moods. "I'll see you two after my shower." With that said Finn moved past them with his newly won belt over his shoulder.

He got to an empty hallway, well not empty if you counted all the equipment, racks, and wooden pallets. He was only about halfway to the locker room he was assigned for the night when he found someone, an actual person there standing on their phone. When she looked up she saw Finn and stood in his way, smirking. "Looks like you weren't all just hot air." It was Sasha Banks.

Looking down at the belt hanging from his hand to the Women's title that was around Sasha's waist and being tapped on by her painted fingernails, Finn smirked at the Boss. "What can I say, Finn and the Demon know how to get the job done. You better be careful Banks because I am coming to be the face of NXT. You had a good run though, what 130 somethin' days?"

Confidence was something Sasha had in abundance, Boss or not and that confidence had her snapping back with the exact amount of days. "143 days actually, thank you." She said with a slight smirk as she stepped one step closer unsnapping the belt and holding up between them. "I am the champ of the show just remember that okay Finn." Her smile was clearly playful but the message was all too serious.

Finn noted he had been laughing a lot today but just chalked that up to him being in a good mood, an especially potent one after claiming his prize. Still chuckling softly, Finn brought a hand up and rubbed the back of his head. "Maybe." He might have had the looks and wrestling ability to be the man but he was just too friendly, too mild-mannered for his own good but there was something drawing about that.

Once the belt was snapped back around her waist, snug and secured she looked at Finn trying not to stare at one spot too long. "On second thought, before you do anything make sure you shower. You smell like sweat and paint." She clearly had no qualms with pointing out the flaws to the new champion.

"Whatever you say Boss~" He quipped back cheekily getting a roll of the eyes and a smirk for his efforts. "See ya back at Full Sail, Sasha," Finn said with a smile walking past Sasha so he could go clean himself.

There were a few check marks to tend to on his things to do list before he could go out with Bayley and Cesaro. First was getting cleaned and second was getting his stuff back to his hotel room so it'd all be ready for the flight back in the afternoon tomorrow. He had just designed one of his suitcases around the NXT title, like a shrine when his phone went off. Opening it he saw it was a text from Cesaro.

From: Cesaro

Hey, Finn, we found a place and ordered a back room for the four of us! Get your ass over here! I linked the address below.

As his eyes scanned over the address provided and he started to walk out of his room in a Bullet Club shirt and jeans, Finn was busy reading the message again. 'Four of us? Does that mean Neville changed his mind? Sweet, too sweet!' Laughing at his own little joke, Finn stepped out of the hotel lobby and fanned down a taxi to drive him to the location in his phone.

The place they chose was only five minutes away luckily so it wasn't too long of a ride. Stepping out of the cab, Finn paid what the man was owed then a bit of a tip before he walked into the bar where a hostess greeted him Japanese. Finn politely asked if a group of three came in a took up a room recently. She, of course, said yes and pointed him where he needed to go.

Two lefts, one down a hallway and then one to put him in the room and Finn found the place he was supposed to be. Right away he saw that Bayley and Cesaro were sitting on opposite ends of a booth with some half-emptied mugs off to the side as they were busy arm wrestling. Next, he noticed that sitting beside Bayley and near the walled side of the booth was Sasha, the fourth Cesaro mentioned.

Before Finn got to say anything Cesaro noticed him and the powerful, Swiss man smiled brightly, distracted from what he was doing. "Look, it's the champ!" There was a slight cheer in his voice showing how happy he was to see his friend. This distraction proved to go against Cesaro when Bayley used the distraction to pin his hand to the table.

The cool wood on the back of his hand reminded Cesaro of what he was doing, and now how he lost. Staring stupidly at the sight of his hand down while Bayley flexed her arm and Sasha laughed, Cesaro could only sigh.

Smirking like the Devil himself, Finn walked on over to the table with his hands in his pockets completing a look of complete ignorance. "Guess you weren't the champ tonight eh?" He couldn't hold it when he heard the laughter of Bayley and Sasha and started to laugh as well.

"You, I'll get to you later Fergal." He said quite seriously, pointing a finger at Finn who continued to look impish despite the warning from his friend. "But first, you and I Bayley have to compete in something else! I want a chance to redeem myself!"

"Well…" Nothing came to her mind at first, at least nothing that sounded appealing. They could of course drink, they were in a bar after all but she didn't want to do that. When she thought she'd have to shrug and surrender the idea she found a dart board. "Darts" And with that, she took off to the empty board with all the enthusiasm in the world.

Cesaro not expecting her to move so suddenly was left behind in a metaphorical cloud of dust and had to catch up. Putting two hands on the table and pushing himself up the larger of the two men pointed at the smaller. "Remember, I'll get you back for this." With his playful warning delivered a second-time Cesaro moved to catch up with Bayley.

Delivering the Bullet Club's gun at Cesaro's back Finn shook his head making Sasha who was still sitting there giggle softly. "Those kids sure have a lot of energy," Finn mumbled softly but loud enough that Sasha heard him as he started to turn around.

Waiting until Finn was properly seated across from her in the booth, Sasha shrugged and gave him a smile. "They did have to watch everyone else wrestle without getting to go out there tonight." She then looked down his chest at his top. "Nice shirt, what happens if you get caught with it on?"

Grinning at the NXT Women's champion, Finn shrugged his shoulders and took a sip of the beer in the mug that was closest to him. "I'm the champ now, I get some immunity right?" Leaning forward and putting one elbow on the table, Finn looked around and scanned the area. "You won't tell on me, will ya?"

Sasha had known Finn a bit as they both ran around NXT, mostly just when she would find Bayley and she'd be talking to Balor so they never hung out too much. But now that she was here with him Sasha could see why those in the locker room liked Finn so much. He could just have a good time. "Hmm, I guess I can keep it quiet but you owe me one now Finn."

And just like that, the two main champions of the developmental program sat at a table talking about anything that crossed their minds. From Sasha asking Finn about his time here in Japan to Finn asking Sasha what inspired the Boss persona and so on. The two were having such a good time that they didn't realize they had spent thirty minutes talking, thirty minutes where the flow of speech was constant, no awkward pauses.

Two people who did notice how Finn and Sasha were speaking, all smiles and friendly laughs were Cesaro and Bayley who had finished their game. The plan was to return to the table but Bayley put a hand on Cesaro's chest stopping him. "Look at those two, thick as thieves already."

Cesaro who managed to tie the contest record up one to one was not paying attention to what was happening at the table until Bayley pulled his attention to what was happening. Not one to really read into these things because he knew how charismatic Finn was, Cesaro shrugged. "So what?"

The so what was that Bayley knew Sasha was getting a bit more reserved in the locker room area with Charlotte and Becky full time on the main roster. She also knew that despite not liking it, that she (being Bayley) could not be around all the time so having Finn around would definitely make Sasha happier if things kept going well, hence her not wanting to interrupt them. "Come on Cesaro. I need some help packing my stuff up."

Still not sure what the Hugger was up to, the bald man looked back at the chatting duo before his eyes fell back to Bayley. "Uh… sure." He really didn't want to head out so early but there was something about Bayley that made people want to say yes, especially when someone knew her on a personal level.

Back at the table, Finn had just asked Sasha what it was like to be able to perform on Smackdown and Raw which of course meant touring all around the country and sometimes outside of the country too. Trying to think of the words she wanted to use, Sasha took a moment but eventually got the right words. "It's crazy. I love NXT but there is nothing compared to thousands of people yelling your name. The electricity of every cheering or jeering fan, then you add in the Pay Per Views and there is nothing like it."

Finn could imagine it, kind of. He had worked plenty of large shows back in New Japan Pro Wrestling but the kind of fans that populated the WWE they were different. They were more rabid, fanatic and provided the most chaotic environment. He could think of two examples right away in the Monday Night Raw after Wrestlemania and then Money in the Bank 2011, in Chicago. "Yeah, you have been pretty popular with the people."

She chuckled almost sheepishly, an action that would be totally out of character for the Boss but out of the workplace, she went by Mercedes or Sasha. "Yeah…" She started only to realize the real meaning behind what he just said. "Wait! You keep up with what's happening on the main roster?"

Finn smirked softly if there had been anyone else in the room they rented then people would have for sure looked their way with how Sasha's voice picked up. "I try my best, especially for you gals and Kevin. All the NXT talent really. You're really on fire particularly though Sasha."

A slightly embarrassed flush took hold of her cheeks as she thought about her current position and how important she became. "It really is crazy. I never imagined in all my wildest dreams back in Ring of Honor that I'd be here."

Blinking, Finn would have pinched himself if he thought about it but right enough the Irishman was too busy leaning in closer to Sasha's red face. "Woah. Is that Sasha Banks, the Boss blushing? Who could have ever guessed!?"

Now she was really embarrassed and in an attempt to salvage some of her pride Sasha put her hand in Finn's face and pushed his head back, way back. "Be careful Finn or I'll put you in the Banks Statement right here. You got me?" She would have felt a lot better about her threat if she couldn't literally feel Finn smiling against her hand.

The Irish demon politely waited until her hand was withdrawn before he spoke but when he did, he did so with his hands up in a makeshift shield. He had his fun and that was all that mattered. "Okay, okay I yield!" He muttered like a defeated warrior.

Sighing, Sasha didn't know that dealing with Finn Balor would be so exhausting but she also noted that she hadn't had this much fun since the last time she hung out with Bayley back in California. 'Speaking of Bayley…' Thinking of her brought the Hugger to her memory which is why she looked around the room.

"Huh, where did they go?" Sasha asked aloud, her musing clearly catching Finn's attention as he too started to look around coming to realize what Sasha already knew.

Pulling out her phone, Sasha checked out the time and saw that it was getting late. She still had to get back to her hotel she might as well head out now. "Looks like they ditched us, Finn. I think I'll head back want to come with?"

Initially, the response was silence and that took Sasha by surprise since Finn had been very conversational with her since he sat down. Taking a look at him more closely she saw that his eyes were anything but focused, his blue eyes cloudy. "Hello, Finn." She repeated, snapping her fingers.

When he finally did react his body jumped slightly along with his eyes suddenly sharpening in on her fingers. Panning his gaze up slowly to where Sasha was looking up with a slight touch of concern, Finn gave her the best smile he had. "I'm alright. I think I'll stay a bit longer though, it was a pretty eventful day."

He didn't ask her to stay or even try to subtly suggest it but there was a part of her that left Sasha feeling that she should stay. Chewing on her lower lip, the NXT Women's Champion mulled over what she wanted to do and in the end, she put her phone down on the table.

Confused because he thought she was heading out, Finn raised a brow and looked on questioningly at Sasha who caught his gaze and smiled. "Well if you are going to hang around I may as well stay out too."

"Wait no, you don't have to because I-" He was cut short when Sasha pulled out a deck of cards from seemingly nowhere and started to shuffle them. So surprised by the presence of such a random thing Finn got distracted from his resistance. "Where did ya get those from?"

"Oh, these?" Sasha retorted with her own question hardly surprised one bit with what she just did. "Bayley brought these to show Cesaro a magic trick and she must have forgotten them in her ditching of us." She finished shuffling the cards, the sound that they were making gone as she smiled mischievously at Finn.

"Poker?"

He certainly had no problem with Poker of Texas Hold 'Em but now hardly seemed the time to play a game of Poker with no stakes. "Why would we play Poker?" His words didn't state it plainly but Sasha got the general idea of what he was asking.

Leaning forward Sasha bridged her fingers together so that she might rest her chin on her fingers, flicking her eyelashes playfully coy. "We are alone you know? So why not strip poker?"

The reaction was just what she was hoping for was because his eyes opened wide, his mouth dropped even wider and a red flush nearly took up his entire face. Now that she saw it first hand she could see the boyish charm and it was cute definitely. The Boss held her composure for a good ten second before she busted out in laughter, her body nearly slumping down far enough to drop her to the floor. Once she finally did get herself under control nearly two minutes later she had to wipe her eyes and take a few deep breaths.

"How about this then… we play five hands. Whoever loses three hands first has to wear the other's merchandise and then tweet a picture of them in the gear." She could already see his eyes being squinted suspiciously at her but she remained smiling, the picture of innocence. "What's wrong, are you scared? Aren't you supposed to have Irish luck?" A little goading wouldn't hurt, or at least she didn't think so.

A fire went through his eyes and his competitive juices got flowing as he took the deck to start dealing it. "Alright, you're on!" In his excitement, his Irish accent came out even thicker which Sasha found a bit charming.

"Hold on! Before we start we have to shake to seal the deal!" She didn't think he'd worm his way out, he didn't seem like that kind of guy but an additional bit of security wouldn't hurt.

Instead of shaking hands Finn held up his left hand and made the Too Sweet gesture he brought back as homage to the Kliq and nWo. It took Sasha a moment because she was so surprised but a smile bloomed on her face as she made her own Too Sweet and pushed it forward to kiss her fingers against Finn's, thus sealing the deal. The Boss might have been the Boss but she had always wanted to do that and now she got the chance to do it with the founder of the Bullet Club she was giddy.

The two went on to play a five hand serious but instead of some kind of epic conclusion where the winner was determined by one card Sasha and won by a large margin. As soon as the results became clear Finn's head dropped and hit the table with a thud. "I can't believe I lost…" The Irishman bemoaned his fate much to the amusement of Sasha Banks.

Unable to help it Sasha patted Finn on the head giggling like wild. "Ain't no shame losing to the Boss, Finn." Of course, her attempt to console him only had Finn groaning, even more, mumbling about his luck leaving him.

He made a bet and that meant if he lost like he did that he had to pay which is why he sucked it up, lifted his head and looked right at Sasha who had a very satisfied and a beautiful smile on her face. Stoic as the Demon inside of him Finn kept staring until the words he thought he wouldn't have to say. "What do I have to do?"

Smirking at her victory, Sasha slowly dragged her tongue over her teeth giving her the look of a predator as she eyed Finn. "Unfortunately I think the shirts might be a bit too tight for you and I don't want to wait till we can snag some gear. You're on the nine am flight back right?" When he nodded she grinned, it was the one she was on too. "Okay, I got it! On the plane, you'll wear my Legit Boss Rings and the shutter shades."

"Right, I'll see you tomorrow then." He grumbled standing up and getting Sasha to do the same. He looked at Sasha and was slightly surprised when she wrapped him up in a hug, her head pushed against his firm chest. "Sasha?"

"This was a lot of fun Finn. Thanks, I really needed it." Sasha knew the stress of going out there and putting on spectacular matches constantly was mounting. This night out that quickly turned to her and Finn talking and having a good time felt like the best kind of stress relief.

Wrapping his arms around her back, Finn gave her a slight squeeze that pulled her in closer to his body. "Sure thing Sasha. I'd say we should do it again but I'll see you on the plane tomorrow." He said with a chuckle getting her to laugh too, ending the night how much of it was spent.