Queen of Apology

Based on the song "Queen of Apology" by the Sounds

Summary: Samantha Runnels comes from the famous Rhodes family. She's constantly around all of the gorgeous wrestlers that are employed by the WWE, and she knows how lucky that makes her. That's why she uses the opportunity to bed as many wrestlers as possible. It drives her father absolutely insane. Her brothers aren't really bothered by her. Sam is constantly humping and dumping various members of the WWE roster. She uses them, and then, tosses them to the side when she picks her next conquest. Is there one man who can make her change her ways? Or is she set to be the Queen of Apology?

Sam sat in her locker room, on the couch, with her arms folded across her chest. Her eyes were staring at the ceiling.

"Are you listening to me, at all, Samantha?" Virgil Runnels asked his only daughter, sternly.

"No," she honestly replied, her eyes not moving.

"Jesus Christ. Pay attention to me, please," his voice demanded. "Samantha Riley Runnels, you have to stop it already. You've been causing too many problems in the locker room."

"How? No one has a problem, except for you."

"You've screwed half of the locker room already," the legend known to the world as Dusty Rhodes pointed out.

A smirk formed on her face. Truth be told, she was proud of her actions. "Not half. Not even ten percent of it," she corrected. "Soon, though. Maybe one day I'll be able to say I've bedded half of them. Only time will tell."

"It's already way too many, and the sarcasm isn't necessary."

"First of all, who said I was being sarcastic? It's a hobby, that's all. But Daddy, listen, I don't ask about who you sleep with, so don't ask me about who I'm screwing," she retorted, ready for this conversation to be over.

"I'm not asking about anything. I'm telling you to keep your legs shut."

Sam scoffed. "Dad," she groaned.

"I'm serious, Samantha," he warned her.

"Oh, give it a rest already…seriously. I'm twenty-three years old now. My vagina is my business. Seriously, I don't want to even have this conversation with you ever again," she retorted.

Virgil eyed her. She raised her eyebrows, refusing to back down from this argument. "Listen, I am your father. I really need you to not sleep around with these guys. You're a very beautiful woman. You know I've always given you the title of my favorite child. Hell, your brothers have also put you on a pedestal. Please, stop it with the guys already, at least the ones you've been involved with. You know the one rule is never get involved with wrestlers. It's always been that way."

"Okay, but I'm not involved romantically or anything like that," she tried to defend herself.

"I'm telling you-"

"Daaad!" she protested, pouting. "So, I've played a couple of guys on the roster. Big deal."

"Wait a second. Now, you're playing them? I thought that you slept with them and that was it."

Sam shrugged. "Okay. So, maybe I might have led a couple of guys on," she sheepishly replied.

"Holy shit," Virgil groaned, bringing his hand to his forehead. "Who, Samantha?" he asked.

She sighed. "Do you really want to know, daddy?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't. This was not something she wanted to get into…especially with her father.

"Well, I'm not asking for my health. If anything, knowing names would be the opposite of my health," he retorted. "Tell me."

"Okay. Well, Matt Korklan, Adam Birch, Brett DiBiase, Greg Marasciulo, Bryan Danielson, Kevin Kiley, Barri Griffiths, Brian Kelly. And…um…oh! Chris Mordetzky," she listed her conquests.

Dusty remained silent, just staring at her. "Samantha, that's nine guys. Are you kidding me?" he asked, in disbelief.

She gave him a sheepish smile. "In my defense, I only led four of them on. The other five I just fucked." She immediately clamped her hand over her mouth, as her eyes widened. "I meant slept with," she corrected herself.

Virgil was known for being calm, cool and collected, but now, he looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Luckily, the locker room door opened, and Cody walked in. She was immediately relieved.

"Hello tension. What's going on?" he greeted.

"Your sister is about five seconds away from giving me a heart attack," he replied, glaring at his only daughter.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Oh, give it a rest," she mumbled.

"Is this about the whole 'she's sleeping with a couple of guys' thing?" Cody asked, shaking his head.

Sam nodded. "Yeah. He wanted names, so I gave them to him," she explained, shrugging her shoulders.

Cody laughed. "Dad, seriously, it's not a big deal. The guys aren't really talking about it or anything. She's young and having her fun. At least we know the guys," Cody tried to defend his little sister.

"It's not bad enough that she's sleeping with guys from the WWE roster, but she's banging FCW guys, too," Virgil breathed.

"I'm just broadening my horizons," she patronizingly replied with a smirk.

"You're not helping," Cody replied, trying not to laugh.