Revenge is One Angry Puta

If you’ve been watching the A&E series Rollergirls, then you know all about the Lonestar Rollergirls. You also know that last year The Holy Rollers kept Putas del Fuego from entering the championship.

Last Sunday, the Putas got their revenge.

Shawna and I hit the Thunderdome with her father and our friend Wammo. As the only one of the four of us who had watched the series, I had to explain the rules a few times. That’s okay, though. I don’t think any of them understood anyway.

A note on the Thunderdome atmosphere. It’s incredible, something between a night on the town and a day at the tractor pull. Lone Star sits in coolers throughout the arena. The merchandise booth, where you can buy anything from trucker caps to panties, appears to be made out of foamcore. And the track dominates the floor like a banked promised land.

We got our beers, our seats, and up came Miss Conduct to hand us Holy Rollers signs. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I hoped the Putas kicked their asses up and down the track.

And then the bout began.

Man, there was no stopping the Putas. They scored a full four points on their first jam, and they didn’t let up all night. At no point did the Rollers take the lead. By the time we left (a little early) the Putas had a 30 point lead. Some checking the next morning told us the final score was 80-43.


And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention Chola. There’s no stopping that girl. She’s the fastest skater in leather pants I’ve ever seen, and she can dash through blocker like they’re made of air. By the end of the night, the entire arena was chanting her name.

Chola, you rock.

Back to real life.