Author's Note - Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the first chapter. I truly appreciate each & every review so much I know Sephora has quite the personality but, as you can guess, there will be plenty of character growth in this story.

Note - I actually really, really hate everything about Seth's new gimmick. I find it disgusting and disrespectful. However, when I got the idea of how the plot fit with his storyline, I couldn't pass it up. I hope this works out and isn't a flop. You will probably feel my displeasure for this storyline through Sephora lmao.

Disclaimer - I am in no way affiliated with the WWE & I do not own the name/rights to any wrestler who may be mentioned in this story. This is just for fun and to get one more crazy idea out of my head. Please Enjoy. :)

Damage Control
Chapter Two: Return

Sephora stared at her reflection in the full length mirror, trying to accept her father's most recent blow.

After changing into her outfit for the night - a pair of medium wash skinny jeans, a black bralette with lace overlay under a denim jacket accented with gold and silver stars, and black booties - she went straight to the glam squad to get her hair and makeup done.

As soon as she had sat down she had been informed that her hair was to be dyed immediately for the segment that night. She had wanted to object - she had been blonde for as long as she could remember and she feared that her father would require her to go back to her natural mousy brown hair - but decided against it. She knew there was no way of getting out of it. Her father had a clear vision of what she was going to do and if she was going to get back in his good graces she was going to have to be obedient.

The only problem was obedience was something Sephora struggled with.

Sephora ran her fingers through her pin straight hair and smiled slightly. It would take some getting used to but she didn't hate it. She had been relieved when the stylist had spun her around to face the mirror and her hair wasn't brown. The russet auburn accented her eyes well.

The stylist had accented her eyes with gold eyeshadow and black eyeliner. Her full lips were coated with a clear gloss.

All in all she looked good for her return.

If only she didn't have to go and look pathetic in front of thousands of people. Her father really knew how to lay on the punishment.

Sephora sat alone at catering waiting for her segment. Everyone had avoided her since her return. She had even earned a few glares from some of her coworkers. She sat with one leg crossed over the other and sipped her cup of tea. She wasn't going to let anyone's judgemental glances get to her. She took out her phone and sifted through twitter. She hadn't been on the site during her stint in rehab. The mixed reaction to the current product broke her heart. She knew the talent did their best to put on a quality show for the fans. She wished the fans could learn to appreciate the hard work and dedication put forth by the talent.

She closed the app and turned on the front-facing camera. She snapped a quick photo and posted it to both her Twitter and Instagram. She had seen several rumors floating around about her and her absence. It had only taken 3 days after her admittance into the program for it to leak on the dirt sheets.

After her release from the facility she had deleted her old twitter account and created a new one. She had taken a few pictures on Instagram since she had returned home. She was currently staying with her parents until she found a new place.

She glanced at some of the replies to her photo. The reactions were mixed. Some commented on how happy they were to see her looking happier and healthier - others made degrading comments about her addiction and attitude. She took a minute to like some of the positive comments before putting away her phone.

She needed to get to gorilla she was going to be called for her segment any moment.

Seth Rollins had just defeated Montez Ford in a singles match with a curb stomp after a missed frog splash.

He turned his attention toward the ramp when familiar theme music filled the arena. He watched with avid curiosity as Sephora McMahon made her way onto the stage.

The fans all booed at her presence despite her run as a face before her sudden disappearance six months prior.

At least, in the storyline the disappearance was unexplained. However, thanks to several news outlets and a widely spread video of a less-than sober Sephora smacking a fan - all of the fans knew exactly why she disappeared and that was what earned her the boos.

The revelation of the youngest McMahon's true colors had quickly turned a former fan favorite into the WWE's most hated superstar.

The redhead made her way to the ring, head bowed and looking distraught. She slowly slid under the bottom rope and raised herself to her knees. She remained on her knees, looking up at the man in front of her. He looked down at her with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.

The redhead inched closer to Seth and bowed her head. She wiped away a tear rolling down her cheek and looked up at him.

"Please, help me." She pleaded. She clasped her hand in front of her in a begging manner. The fans were all silent at the strange interaction. "Please." She pleaded. "I will do anything just help me."

Seth looked at her blankly for a moment as she continued to cry at his feet. He took a step away from her, his face contorting with disgust. He walked away and got out of the ring.

Sephora turned around and crawled toward the ring ropes and reached out to him. "No, please. I will do anything." She repeated.

Seth shook his head and turned his back to her and walked up the ramp and went backstage.

Sephora continued to sob, covering her face with her hands. She remained there for a few seconds before wiping the tears away from her eyes, smearing some of her makeup. She slid underneath the bottom rope and slowly began to walk up the ramp.

The fans began to get rowdy, some laughing at the ridiculousness of the segment while some yelled things at her as she showly made her way up the ramp.

The redhead continued to cry as she stopped, turned, and looked out at the crowed. The fans once again began to boo her. She shook her head, looking distraught. She quickly turned on heel and scurried up the ramp to the backstage area to end the segment.

Sephora tried to ignore the gawking of her coworkers as she rushed toward the dressing rooms. She earned a few pitying glances from the ladies as she made her way to the women's locker room. She just wanted to find a quiet place by herself where she didn't have to talk to anyone. She went into the locker room and was disappointed to find it was occupied.

Liv Morgan was sitting on one of the benches, cell phone in hand. She looked up when Sephora entered the room.

"Hey. I saw your segment." She said sounding sympathetic. She nodded toward the monitor on the wall. "You did a good job."

Sephora sighed, "Thanks." She grabbed her purse and pulled out a makeup removing towelette. "Honestly as ridiculous as it was I wish I would have bombed it." Sephora wiped away the smudged makeup around her eyes.

Liv giggled at Sephora's honesty. She was no stranger to ridiculous storylines. "I understand and I'm sorry."

"Thank you." Sephora couldn't hide her surprise. She smiled slightly at the blonde. "It's my dad's way of punishing me and maybe I deserve some kind of repercussions for what I did but, I don't think I deserve this."

"It will get better. You just have to be patient." The blonde stood up and smiled sweetly.

Sephora nodded. "I hope so. Thank you."

Liv nodded and left the locker room, giving Sephora the much-needed space she was craving.

Sephora watched the end of the show from the locker room. She was grateful none of the ladies came to collect their stuff while she was there. As soon as the show ended she collected her belongings and left the locker room, hoping to get out of the arena without having to interact with anyone else.

She found it highly unlikely that some of the other superstars would be as kind as Liv.

She walked out of the locker room and began to walk down the hall. She turned the corner to find it blocked. She glanced at the person in front of her, ready to tell them off, to find herself staring into a very familiar pair of brown eyes.

"I figured you were going to make a beeline for the exit as soon as the show was over." Seth smirked.

"Yea. I think if you were in my shoes you wouldn't want to hang around either."

He shrugged a shoulder, "I wouldn't have found myself in your position in the first place."

She rolled her eyes, "Are you just going to keep me here all night so you can talk down to me or can I go?"

"I had to find you because you are my ride back to the hotel."

"Who says?" No one had told her she would be riding with anyone. She had traveled alone to the event and purchased her own rental car.

"Vince. He says we are travel buddies until further notice."

"Why on Earth would he say that?"

"Told me you need someone to look after you, under the circumstances. Figured I would be a good choice to set a good example for you."

Sephora scoffed. "Yea, like you are a role model… you're an egotistical bed-hopping jerk. What kind of example could you set?"

He turned his head, lips tight and closed his eyes for a second before turning his gaze back to her. "The kind where I keep you from partying and getting wasted every other night. Now I need you to wait for me while I get my things. Okay?" Any semblance of annoyance seemed to dissipate as he looked at her.

Sephora rolled her eyes but loosened her grip on her rolling suitcase. "Fine. I'll wait here."

"Thank you." He walked past her and headed toward the men's locker room.

Sephora waited until he was out of sight and once again grabbed the handle on her suitcase. She glanced back over her shoulder once as she dashed down the hallway and out of the arena.