We got to go where?

It is the morning after Rachel got fired from her bartending job due to a lawsuit brought in from a patron she knocked some teeth out from the week prior. We are in the bedroom of Rachel and her blond girlfriend Emily. Rachel is still in bed while Emily is at the desk on her laptop, looking at emails they received.

Emily-" Hey Rachel, wake up."

Rachel mutters.

Rachel-" Its too early, I'm still hung over."

Rachel grabs the extra pillow and places it over her head to block out light from the window.

Emily-" Its already past noon. You remember that business card I found yesterday at the bar?"

Rachel's voice is muffled under the pillow over her head.

Rachel-" You mean notecard that had something scribbled on it."

Emily rolls her eyes at Rachel's dismissal of it.

Emily-" Yeah that one. I emailed them and sent them a couple videos of you in the gym, practicing your kick boxing. I just got a message back from Dorian Knox stating they liked what they saw and want you do fly out to their first event on October 1 in Dallas Texas."

Rachel sits up right in the bed with a look of bewilderment.

Rachel-" They want us to fly out where? To Yee-ha fucking Texas. The gun capital of the world? One of the more homophobic places in world? That Texas?"

Emily just sighs at Rachel's protesting.

Emily-" Relax its Dallas, not a random hick town. I already have our tickets and hotel booked using a bit of my savings. We have a little over two weeks for you to get your ass down to the gym and get you back into shape. Now get out of bed,"

Rachel rolls out of bed, only wearing bra and panties, starts to put on gym clothes which consist of red mma style trunks, white tanks top, leather fingerless gloves, white and red sneakers. Rachel grabs her gym bag, goes to kitchen to refill her water bottle and leaves the apartment to head to the gym.