The Rise and Fall and Rise of a Teenage Muscle Goddess (backstory)

A week ago...

Tanya McVan was not remotely what you could call a conscientious boss, but even she knew that some days you simply had to work. She'd given her secretaries careful instructions on how to deal with anybody who might distract her in any way, and then she'd locked herself in her penthouse office, the twentieth floor one with a view over downtown.

In the middle of her work (mostly trying to figure out which government officials she'd have to bribe and how much the bribes would take), she was interrupted by a phone.

"Dana, didn't I fucking tell you I was NOT to be disturbed?" Tanya snarled into the phone without even bothering to say hello.

"Miss McVan, I know, but we have a guest, and this, I really don't feel qualified to deal with it."

"Who the fuck can be so important that you need to bother me? Tell her to take a number and come back in a week. Or never!"

"Miss, she's trying to sign her daughter up as a wrestler. And I haven't even seen the daughter yet, but please, take a look at her."

Dana was one of her better secretaries, and so Tanya grudgingly checked the security feeds to look at the woman. Whoever she was, she was big. Sturdy. Her hair was either dark blonde or light brown, that color called 'dishwater blonde' that really should have had a better name. She was wearing a white turtleneck sweatsuit and mom jeans, but although the woman was clearly trying to hide a magnificent body under them, she wasn't quite managing. The only thing hurting her attractiveness, Tanya thought, was that her jawline was just a bit too strong, and she looked like she might've spent too much time in a tanning bed. She looked like the kind of person who knew what she was getting into in joining the Sex Wrestling Federation, but she wanted her daughter to wrestle?

"Send her on up."

A moment later, the woman arrived in Tanya's office, flanked by a secretary and a security guard.

"Heather." she said. Her voice was a soft contralto. And although Tanya hadn't noticed it on the tapes, she easily stood 6 foot 4.

"So you want me to hire your daughter? This has literally never happened, most people wouldn't want family members involved in a business like this. Sometimes the daughter of someone who already works for me gets pushed into joining, but you don't work for me. Did you wrestle, though? You look like you must have, I know you weren't just born with a shoulder span like that."

"I might've... a long time ago." Heather didn't look interested in discussing it. "Maybe I knew your mother. Maybe I quit and tried to go back to a normal life, but whatever got me involved in this in the first place got passed down to my daughter. Either that or I've got a problem and I just happen to work out and even thought I look tough it's a coincidence."

"My mother?" Tanya looked Heather up and down, trying to remember wrestlers from the past. And now that she thought about it, there was something familiar... but she couldn't place it. "I don't need to know about anything like that. So where IS this daughter of yours?"

As if on cue, the phone rang again.

"Miss McVan?" It was Dana the secretary again. "We've got a security issue down in the lobby."

"Dammit, Amber..." Heather growled before Tanya could say anything.

"Dana, have her sent to my office with as much security as it takes to contain her."