Tales from the Penalty Box…
The only thing I like better than a bad girl is a rollergirl when she's being bad. I'm pleased to say I was not disappointed at South Side's season opener.
But business before pleasure—the season opener faced off two of four league teams, The Devil's Rejects against Las Muertas. After a grueling training season, Las Muertas took the game with a final score of 75 to 55 after 29 jams in 4 sessions, 15 minutes each.
The girls, usually so polite to one another in practice, get all fired up during the games. Dressed up in their team colors, fishnets, and game faces, the adrenaline just gets pumping and out comes the aggression.
I've heard it whispered in corners that the occasional tussle you might witness is a planned occurrence. You heard it here first—baby, it just ain't so! From our rule book, sometimes called our Bible, any fighting constitutes a penalty—and four minors earns the beastie babe time in the penalty box, causing her team to skate short a player for the first minute of the next jam. If she happens to be a jammer or a pivot, that leaves her team in quite a bind. And even for fisticuffs, there are rules: one may only use the wrist guards, and the only legal strike zone is the same as for blocking: between the shoulders and hips.
Most of our girls play a real clean game…
But did you see that Sally Nightmare?! What a beast, she is!! In case you didn't catch a bout last season, Sally skated for the dark side, a brutal breed. I have to admit I thought perhaps Miss Nightmare would settle down a bit. Not a chance!
And after she tackled Devil's Reject Firefly and they traded some friendly helmet punching, I had to put them both in my box to cool off for a bit. Let me tell you, that Sally has such a filthy mouth! She talked trash the whole time she was in there. I had to touch my whip a few times for reassurance. When her minute was up, she launched into an air assault and tackled veteran Captain Bruisie Q who was jamming for the Devil's Rejects. This violent display tickled my taste buds for her signature move, the 'Flying Beaver'. I watched the whole game for her to whip it out, but sadly, it wasn't meant to be. Words just can't describe, but the move promises a mid-air tackle. Savor that image for a moment.
There's so much more, gentle reader, that I want to share, but all in due time.
Tune in next time for my breathless recounting of South Side rollerderbys' jammers mad skills in the first bout of what promises to be a season of naughty girls and bloody action. Oh, the anticipation!
I'll leave you with one final thought… love hurts.
kiss kiss,
Mistress Brown Sugar Betty