From Show-off to Hope P. 2

*EDIT IS MINE*

A/n: I love the #thirstythotcrew for inspiring me to write again. This was hand written because I had lost internet for a couple days.

Tag List: @empress-with-the-crown @sethie-boos-girl @sugasfatgf  @evilangel84 @littledeadrottinghood @nerdlife0612 

Pairing: JHope(Hoseok) x Selene [OC], Dolph Ziggler x Selene [OC] (past), Monster Woo x Selene (platonic), other kpop groups

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  Selene left the ring for a couple years after a knee injury. She felt like she was losing herself so she decided to take time to herself and travel. She had stopped in Seoul and met the love of her life.

   She walked through the halls of the arena. It’s been a couple of years since she was backstage at a live Monday Raw. She kept in contact with a select few because they were her closest friends.

    The first person she sees is Roman with his back facing you talking to Seth and Dean. She placed her finger on her lips as she quietly walked up behind Roman. She heard Seth tell Roman to squat down which resulted in him looking at Seth like he was crazy.

    “Trust me man.” The moment Roman squatted down, she launched herself onto his back with a giggle leaving her lips as both of them almost fell forward.

    “Hey there baby girl.” Roman was finally able to speak after laughing. “It’s good to see you back.”

    “It feels good to be back but it’s also a bitter sweet feeling.” She looked up at the Samoan. She hugged Dean and Seth, the smile on her face couldn’t be removed to save her life. “I’ve missed so many moments with y’all.”

    “At least you’re back, doll.” She smiled widely as Dean. “What have you been up to the past couple years?”

    “I traveled a bit until I settled in Seoul.” Seth cocked his eyebrow at her. “I made quite a few friends there but I missed everyone here.”

    “Well, well, well, look at what the cat dragged in.” A voice came from behind you. The look on Roman, Dean and Seth’s faces were of annoyance. She sighed heavily that dripped with annoyance.

    “What do you want Dolph?” She turned to see the man who looks like hasn’t changed a day in a few years. If looks could kill, Dolph would be at least six feet under. “The 80′s called, they want their style back.” The look on his face showed that she struck a cord with him.

    “Why don’t you disappear like you did last time but at least this time no will know you were even here.”

    “Unfortunately for you, Dolph, I was called by Stephanie and asked to come back. She told me a storyline that she thought I would interested in, which is why I’m here.” She stood there and crossed her arms under her chest. “No hard feelings Dolph with how you decided to end our relationship but before you decide to tell your buddy that you were with someone just for sex and pity sex at that,” She stepped closer to him, “make sure your dick and oral game is good because unlike you, I know my oral game is strong as fuck.” Without a second word she walked away. She told the guys she would see them later before walking off to the GM’s office. 

    Selene walked through the halls, not many people noticed her walking by. Sasha and Bayley were into their conversation, Finn was getting prepped for his match. She knocked on the door and entered when she was told to. The moment she stepped into the room, she saw Baron Corbin but not Stephanie.

    “I thought Stephanie was supposed to be here.”

    “She is stuck in traffic and will be here soon.” Selene stood there with a look of concern.

    “I know how you run things here Corbin. I have been watching.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I know a power hungry prick when I see one.” He looked like he was going to say something. “You can’t put me in a match. I made sure of that when Stephanie called me about this comeback. I haven’t been in the ring in almost 3 years, haven’t trained in one in about 2. Stephanie knows this.”

    “I’m the acting..”

    “You can be Hunter for all I care, Corbin. You won’t be putting me in a match any time soon. I’ll do promos and stand ringside for my boys but I will not wrestle.” A moment later, Stephanie walks in with a smile on her face.

    “I’m sorry I’m late, Selene.”

    “It’s alright Stephanie. I understand traffic.” She shook Stephanie's hand with a smile. “I was just telling Baron about the clause in my new contract.”

    “I told him about it this morning over the phone. If he tries to break it, call me and let me know.”Stephanie glanced at Baron before returning her gaze to Selene. “If that does happen. I will make you the Acting General Manager of Raw until Kurt comes back from his much needed vacation.” Selene smiled widely.

    “Stephanie, you can’t do that. She hasn’t been here…” Stephanie held up her hand.

    “I can, Baron. It’s already in her contract.” She pulled the contract out. “All she needs to do is sign it and everything will be set.”

    Selene couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Stephanie laid the contract on the table. Selene grabbed the pen and signed her name before glaring at Baron.    “Just because I haven’t been around for a couple years doesn’t mean I haven’t been watching. As of now, you may be over me as GM but just remember that if you slip up I’ll be taking your position.” She looked back to Stephanie. “It was great seeing you Stephanie.”

    “Like wise, Selene.” Stephanie nodded her head.

    “I have a return to get ready for. Thank you Stephanie.” With that she was out the door and back down the hall.

    As she walked, she absentmindedly played with the white jade heart that hung from her neck. She had been doing it a lot over the past couple days. While she was in her thoughts, “Hero” by Monsta X played from her phone that was in her back pocket. Shaking her head, she pulled her phone out and saw an incoming call.

    “Hello.” Her voice sweet as she answered.

    “Noona, when are you coming home?” She sighed when she heard the half whine of Wonho with a very whiney Jooheon next to him.

    Dongseng, I’ve been gone two days and you already need me to come home.” She stopped walking and leaned against a wall. “I just signed my new contract and I should have a few days free in a few weeks.”

    “AISH, that’s too long of a wait.” Jooheon took the phone from Wonho. THey were acting like little kids and she knew that all of them would miss her. “Hyung’s laughing at us.”

    “I would be too.” She giggled a bit. “Aren’t you two supposed to be practicing or reshersing for your concert?”

    “Yes....” Both said in unisen. “But we wanted to talk to you.”

    “You’re sweet guys. Now go before Shownu finds you and give everyone love for me.”

    “We will.” With a simple good-bye, the call ended.

    Selene couldn’t keep herself from smiling. She had become friends with a few kpop groups. For a bunch of the guys, she became like an older sister and for some she was a younger sister.

    “What’s got you so happy?” She jumped at the sudden voice next to her. Looking over, she saw Seth.

    “I just got a call from a couple friends. It’s only been a couple days since I saw them before I left.” All she could do was smile.

    “They must miss you that much.”

    “They do.” She ran her right hand over her left side. “There are times I think they’d be lost without me.”

    “We missed you here. Hasn’t been the same without you.”

    “From the looks of it, you guys did pretty good without me.” Selene looked at him. “All three members of the Shield are Grand-slam champions, Roman beat the Undertaker, now he’s Universal Champion, you’re the Intercontinental champ, you three are back together and I couldn’t be more proud to call you three brothers.” A smile formed on Seth’s face and he pulled Selene into a hug.

    “It’s good to have our annoying little sister back.”

    “Let’s go get ready for my return.” She tapped him on the chest as they both walked down the hall.

    They stopped in front of her locker room. She hugged him one last time before going in. She decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, a new Shield shirt that was cut to expose her shoulders and part of her back, along with a pair of black knee high leather boots with silver accents.

    Her style never really changed much. Always loved skinny jeans when she wasn’t wrestling. The only difference now was she had a couple more tattoos, the largest one on her upper back. Her red and black dragon.

    ~ She sat facing the back of the seat as the artist worked on her shoulder/ One of her closest friends holding her hand as she tried to control her breathing.

    She had already sat through three hours of pain and still had at least another three hours to go in this session.

    “You’re doing good so far Selene.”

    “Fuck you, Woo.” Glaring at the man. “Why did I even ask you to come with me?”

    “Because your other choices are on tour or serving.” She stuck her tongue out at him as the artist dipped the tattoo needle into the ink yet again. “You’re a wrestler and this hurts?”

    “Being slammed into a mat is not the same as getting a tattoo. Far from it.”    “I’ll take you out after this, whatever you want.” A slue of cuss words fell from her lips as the needle went over a sensitive spot.

    “Is Dave coming along with?” She sounded out of breath as she spoke.    “Sure, if you want. All I have to do is text him.”

    “You text him and he’ll come running to Daddy.” She smirked the best she could through the pain. All he did was laugh at her response.

    The pain from the tattoo continued for the next couple hours. The outline and most of the shading was done.

    Days later, she had a complete dragon tattoo. Now with a total of six tattoos, she walks into the practice room she knew her boyfriend and his friends were at.

    The moment they saw her, everyone smiled. Hugging and kissing her boyfriend, the best she could with the new tattoo. He looked at her confused and worried.

    “Don’t worry, Hobi, you didn’t hurt me. I, uh, got a new tattoo a couple days ago.” She took off her jacket to reveal her dragon. She heard the others in awe of the ink.

    Hoseok gently ran his fingers over the still sensitive area which caused Selene to inhale deeply. He lightly kissed her shoulder before wrapping his arms around her waist.

    “Who went with you to get it?” His voice somewhat low but loud enough everyone heard his question.

    “Woo went with me. You were on the last leg of your tour and to be honest. I wanted to surprise you.” She pulled one of his hands from her waist and placed a kiss on his palm.  ~

    Selene was pulled from her memory by the sound of yelling on the other side of the door. She looked at her phone and saw that Raw has started as well as a text from Stephanie saying stay in the locker room for right now. Nodding to herself, she sent a quick text in the massive group text telling everyone who was excited to see her in this environment that the show has started and she should be on TV within the hour.

    She got a bunch of good lucks. Just before she put her phone on silent and in her purse, she got a call. The familiar part of BTS “Idol” played for a second before she answered.

    “Hey jagi.” Her voice filled with love.

    “I know you’re about to go out in the arena. I just wanted to tell you that I’m proud of you and we can’t wait to see you do your thing.”

    Thank you babe.” She bit her bottom lip. “This must be how you feel when I can’t be with you for your concerts.”

    “It is and hearing your voice before I go out gives me strength to show Armys just how much their support means to us.” Just then a loud bang came from the door.

    “AISH!” She placed her hand on her chest. “That’s my queue to go babe.”    “You got this jagi.”

    “Thank you, Hobi. Give the others hell for me.” With a quick good-bye, Selene put her phone on silent then in her purse.

    Selene walked out of her locker room and was greeted by the Shield. All of them had a smile on their faces when they spotted Selene in a Shield shirt. Dean and Roman stepped aside to let her walk through.

    All four of them walked through the hall as if they owned the place. They made their way towards one of the interview areas. Renee was waiting for them and a smile spread across her face when she saw Selene. The stepped around Renee, ready to cut a promo.

    “You guys look extremely happy despite what happened earlier.”

    “Of course we’re happy, Renee. We got some of the mest news today.” Roman couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

    “Rumor has it that we have a returning superstar and they have aligned themselves with the Shield.”

    “Well, that isn’t really a rumor.” Seth stepped up and spoke. “This superstar has always been on the Shields side.” Seth looked over at Selene and she nodded. “She had been there for all three of us even when we didn’t all see eye to eye.”

    Selene stepped into the light and next to Renee with a smile still on her face.

    “Selene, wow, it’s great to have you back and on Raw.”

    “It’s great to be back and even better to be with my boys. I have to admit something though.”

    “What’s that?” Renee looked confused.

    “Well, the Shield has the Universal title and the Intercontinental title but I think they also need the Raw tag team titles.” This caused the guys to smile widely.    “They won’t be getting a shot at these titles anytime soon.” Dolph walked up with Drew, chewing his gum like a cow.

    “With how you got those titles, you don’t deserve them, Ziggler.” Distaste filled her face as Renee stepped away. “My boys would be more than happy to take those titles from you.” A smirk played across her face.

    “That won’t be happening.” Baron’s voice came from behind Dolph and Drew. “You’ve been gone for a while Selene and must have forgotten how things work.”

    “I remember clearly, Corbin.” Selene glared at Baron. “Last I knew you had to earn a title shot, not taking out the number one contenders but when you’re power hungry things like that don’t matter.” She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk off but not before nodding her head to Seth and Dean which led to them attacking Dolph and Drew. The moment Selene cleared the area, Roman launched himself at Corbin.

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