July 1st, 2008
I went to the Roller Derby on Saturday night – the last bout for the season.
When we pulled up to the Puckhandlers sports hall it was dark and wintery and I was dubious – still unsure what the Rink of Fire was all about. There was a cue that snaked out the front of the door and right on to the road and dozens of bicycles tied up out front. After entering the arena, I was immediately transported to a place that felt true to it’s American origins. A crowd full of rockabilly chic eating buckets of hot chips and drinking cans of fizzy pop as they watched the skating ladies, scantly clad in tight fitting team coloured hotpants, spinning the circuit on their wheels to warm up – I needed a drink. After a long and enduring battle to the front of the refreshment cue, I quenched my thirst and returned to game-side where we sat tightly packed and cross legged as the Dead Ringer Rosies battled it out against the Toxic Avengers – the only two teams in the recently established Victorian League.
This is a sport where players assume aliases such as G Banger, Hotrod Stacy and Felicity Scragwell, where the head referee, Harry Spotter, rolls around the inside of the track to keep score and detect foul play. ‘Rink rash’ is rife, the ‘booty block’ helps wins bouts, and your hips are your best asset to scrimmage through the other sweaty legged ladies in fish net stockings at high speed. I’ll be back next season fo sho!
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