America is the land of opportunity if you are smart or attractive, and for Tina she has a little of one and an abundance of the other. She finishes her shower and wraps a towel around her as she walks out of the bathroom into her large bedroom. She takes another towel by the door and dries her hair a little and then flips her head down to wrap the second towel around her damp hair. She walks into the living room and reaches down for the remote and turns on the TV. It is some kind of crime show and they are explaining to the perpetrator how they caught him because they found his hair near the body.
"That's ridiculous, my 'air has so man chem'cals they'd never catch me." She is flipping the channel when there is a knock at the door. "Who'n thee hell."
She walks across the living room into the entryway by her front door. She peeks through the lookout and sees a familiar chest, since her peephole is made for average people it never shows her fathers face. She swings the door open,
"Daddy, what're you do'n here in the middle a tha' day, I thought ya' had some kinna promotional thingy all day?"
"Tina honey, I have some great news, your agent is gonna call ya' later in the day, but I hadda tell ya now!" He says, a smile visible even through his thick beard. "They want ya' ta' fight that masked girl again, and they're gonna pay ya' a ton a' money."
"But last time they kicked me out fer hittin' her with that fold'n' chair. I ain't gonna play by any a them rules that don' allow fold'n' chairs!"
He smiles, "They said they'd use pro wrestlin' rules. So ya' can do 'nything ya' want." He replied, his train of thought interrupted as he notices she is wearing only a towel. "Whatta you doin' standin' the doorway nekid!"
He pushes his way inside and looks back out the front door before he closes it. "They're pre'verts out there who'll take picture of your girl parts'n sell 'em to some skin mag."
She ignores him more focused on a rematch against the masked luchadora who technically won because of a disqualification. She wanted a rematch, not for the money, but because she hated not being able to finish her off. For Tina a strange thing happened her fan base actually went up afterwards; it turned out that the fans went crazy when she produced the chair from under the rink and proceeded to smack her opponent with said chair. When she was disqualified there was nearly a riot in the arena, and by the next day she had the clever moniker 'Breakin' Teeth Tina.'
"Ya' still ain't said how much they'd pay?" She says.
"They're gonna' give ya' a million just for showin' up and 'nother 500 gran' if ya' beat 'er." He replies smiling again.
"A million dollars! They gonna' give me a million dollars just to fight 'er!" She looks at him with disbelief, "What's the catch?"
"Some promoter received a call from some comp'ny 'n Kansas. They wanna' have the fight at some new arena they helped finance," He replies.
"Kansas, there ain't nuttin' but hicks in Kansas."
"Well for what they payin' ya', ya' can put up with some hicks for a cupl'a days," He says.
"Maybe."
"I gotta' get back ta' my TV thing, if your gonna' do it, ya hafta call your agent by 8 tonight," He looks dowan at his watch before continuing, "That gives ya like 6 hours ta' decide."
She locks the door behind him and heads to the bedroom. 'A million bucks just for showing up for a fight, that's like five times what I make a year.' She thinks to herself as she removes the towel, 'and this time the fight will be my rules. I'm gonna' beat that Luchadora this time. Ain't no question 'bout it."