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In Texas women's Roller Derby, players, like the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers, are unpaid.
Posted on 08/01/2004 8:14:46 AM PDT by Pharmboy
Celesta Danger
In Texas women's Roller Derby, players, like the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers, are unpaid.
AUSTIN, July 26 - Of course there are rules in Texas women's Roller Derby.
One unwritten rule, more for the audience, goes, "Never, never, ever spill a beer."
Another rule, also aimed particularly at the legions of male fans, says that if a Texas Rollergirl or TXRD Lonestar Rollergirl (there are two leagues, not on speaking terms) slips on beer or whatever and falls in your lap, "You can't take her home unless she says so."
For the skaters, there are rules against fighting and stuff but they are not taken too seriously.
Roller Derby, Texas style - now popping up in cities around the country - is not to be confused with the quaint Depression-era craze that sent marathoners skating off segments marking the mileage between the coasts. Or the periodic revivals marked by the aptly-named 1972 Raquel Welch film "Kansas City Bomber" or the televised RollerJams on TNN from 1999 to 2001.
Since a handful of self-described onetime kiddy rinkrats met at an Austin party and formed the Lonestar league in 2001, offshoots have sprouted in New York, Seattle, Los Angeles, Tucson, Las Vegas, Raleigh, N.C., and the Cayman Islands, among other places. And many more are said to be under way.
Leave it to Austin, which prizes its weirdness, to foster this contagious blend of high performance sport and campy theatrics called not games but bouts, fought on traditional four-wheel skates. And to field the two feuding leagues - the Texas Rollergirls (www.txrollergirls.com) and the TXRD Lonestar Rollergirls, also known as Bad Girl, Good Woman (www.bggw.com).
This is, at the very least, extreme roller skating, heavy on attitude and light on attire, the better to bare breathtaking tattoos. Social scientists may scratch their heads over the emergence of a new form of staged violence by macho women, but to the players, who don't get paid, it's easy to explain: it's fun.
"It's kind of like hockey in lipstick and fishnet stockings," said Lacy Attuso, 27, a computer publicist who goes by the rink name of Whiskey L'Amour. (Whiskey because she drinks it, she said, L'Amour from the Western writer Louis L'Amour.)
A founding member and star of the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers of the breakaway Texas Rollergirls until she was benched with a broken tibia and fibula, she said it took only one bout in 2002 to hook her. "I was instantly smitten," she said from inside an oversize Winnie the Pooh costume she donned to deliver the play-by-play for the Texas Rollergirls at the Playland Skate Center before 1,100 fans on Sunday night. "Girls in leather and fishnet stockings beating the hell out of each other - it was a dream come true."
Bryce Harper for The New York Times
Teams like the Hustlers and
Hotrod Honeys field five players;
points are won by skating past
opponents.
Others agree. "It's great therapy," said Audra Shimek, 34, a massage therapist and Desert Storm veteran, who skates for the Rollergirls' Hell Marys as Misty Meaner. But she insisted, "I would never hurt somebody; we all know how far we can push each other."
The players are hard to stereotype. "They're 21 to 45, married, single, gay, straight, moms, teachers, every walk of life, tattooed and not," said Melissa Joulwan, 36, a freelance creative director who skates under the name of Melicious for the Hotrod Honeys of the Texas Rollergirls.
The scoring is arcane, sometimes baffling the referees themselves. The two competing teams each field five players: a pivot who sets the pace, three blockers and a jammer who starts in the back and fights her way through the pack, racking up points by lapping teammates and rivals while fending off body blows and shoves. There are four periods broken into two-minute jams and ties are decided by sudden death overtime.
Though perhaps not as naughty or X-rated as it pretends to be, it is still, many of the women gladly concede, an erotic playground where Barbarella types fill out the action by instigating assaults that everyone insists are real.
The skating injuries certainly are real. "Four months and the stupid bone will not close," said an unhappily sidelined Julie Underwood, 32, a librarian whose broken shoulder took her out of action as Vendetta von Dutch of the Hotrod Honeys. The Lonestar Rollergirls tabulate their collective injuries on their Website: fractured and broken tailbones, broken wrists, broken ankles, countless hangovers - and "two pregnancies."
"I hate to say that but it's a male fantasy thing," said Louisa Brinsmade, 41, who skates as Mau-Mau for the Lonestars's Hellcats in their bouts at the Austin Thunderdome. On the other hand, said her teammate, Sarah Luna, 24, a paralegal and bartender who helped found the Lonestar Rollergirls and now skates as Lunatic, "another woman once proposed to one of our players." The offer was declined.
The Lonestar Rollergirls fractured in April 2003 with members walking out to protest differences with management and an accident that dissidents said was not covered by insurance. Also, the Lonestar skaters favored a banked track while the breakaway players preferred a flat surface.
Both leagues field four teams of similar archetypes, but play is only within each league, a handicap when the same four teams have to keep playing each other.
In addition to the Hotrod Honeys, a girl gang in black and pink; and the Hustlers, 70's divas in purple and silver, the Texas Rollergirls have the Hell Marys, parochial-school girls in red-and-black plaid; and the Honky Tonk Heartbreakers, rodeo sweethearts in blue-and-white gingham.
The Lonestar Rollergirls have the Hellcats, 50's vixens fixated on hotrods and switchblades; the Putas del Fuego, bad ladies with a taste for blood and tequila; the Holy Rollers, bullies of the parochial schoolyard; and the Rhinestone Cowgirls, country -western gals given to chicken-fried violence.
The Texas Rollergirls' semifinals and championships are coming up Sept. 26 and Oct. 24, while the Lonestar Rollergirls have games coming up on Sunday and Aug. 22.
Except for the one on the far right. She looks like she might put up a good fight.
Just divert her attention with some Krispy Kremes, then you'll own her.
I'd have to be a Hustler. I must be in the same league as women with names like Sedonya Face and Freakwood Smack.
I would note that my Rollerblades, with their purple accents, don't exactly match my leathers. What to do, what to do.
Might be able to lure a few more of 'em out with a dozen KKs!
Hey, if not me, who? Or something.
Ohhh boy!
I think Jim Croce might've been singing about her...is this the Ann you mentioned? See the second stanza:
Jim Croce
Roller Derby Queen
Written by - Jim Croce
From - Life and Times
Gonna tell you a story that you won't believe
But I fell in love last Friday evenin'
With a girl I saw on a bar room TV screen
Well I was just gettin' ready to get my hat
When she caught my eye and I put it back
And I ordered myself a couple o' more shots and beers
Chorus:
The night (you know) that I fell in love with a Roller Derby Queen
(Round 'n' round, oh round 'n' round)
The meanest hunk o' woman
That anybody ever seen
Down in the arena
She is a five foot six and two fifteen
A bleached-blonde mama with a streak of mean
She knew how to knuckle
And she knew how to scuffle and fight
And the roller derby program said
That she were built like a 'fridgerator with a head
The fans called her 'Tuffy'
But all her buddies called her "Spike"
Chorus
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round (3 x's)
Well I could not help it but to fall in love
With this heavy-duty woman I been speakin' of
Things looked kind of bad
Until the day she skated into my life
Well she might be nasty she might be fat
But I never met a person who would tell her that
She's my big blonde bomber
My heavy handed Hackensack mama
Chorus
Round 'n' round, go round 'n' round (3 x's)
Ya-hoo, and have Governator Arnold presenting his keynote speech with one of these broads on each arm: "Ve vill schpank you HARD vile puffing unt a cigarette if yoo don't vote for George W. Bush."
"And maybe even .....panties on your head?"
Lol, you guys killed me on this thread...
Maybe we can hose down a dirt track and have some of 'em rassle.
YEEEEE--Haaaawwww.....
I think Jim Croce's Roller Derby Queen was a composite of several female skaters.
Ann Calvello was a good looking bleach blond who was tough as nails but still feminine and never weighed over 125-30 pounds. I went to high school with her brother who was also one helluva athlete. Ann was several years behind us but already had the reputation that you didn't mess around with her.
And yes, she was a terror in the rink!
Ya gotsta love their creativity...
Thanks for the vote of confidence. I think...
Yeah, the names are the best part. So many more good ones available, like Anna Matopoeia, H.R. Muffinstuff, and Raging Hussy.
No A/C. Crappy beer. But the girls seemed to be putting on a good show and the fans really got into it in the second half.
I'll be back next month... ;-)
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