Team: Atomic Bombshells
Name: Racey Roughelz
Number: 608
Status: Rookie
Position You Play: Blocker
Distinguishing Feature(s): ruffles (of course)
Loves: Ultimate fighting, a perfectly set table, race car drivers, and Sunday church hats on old ladies.
Despises: Finger sandwiches, slow drivers (on and off the track), opened toes shoes with pantyhose.
Penalties, Feuds, and General Bad Behavior: Sara Peterson from 6th grade - I hope your face froze like that!
Favorite Food or Drink: ruffles potato chips, duh!
Star Sign: Scorpio (watch out for my stinger!)

More dirt about yourself: At the tender age of four my dad started feeding me PBR on a spoon to keep me strong. Boy did that backfire.

My beer drinking and rough housing with the neighborhood boys kept my parents up at night. One day, while playing football with the boys, I broke the leg of the biggest boy in my class. That was the last straw for my mom, who wanted me to be a "lady".

My dad was sad to see his little tomboy go off to Gracie's House of Charm. Who would he watch football with? He was, however, consoled by the fact that he didn't have to share his PBR anymore.

My name spread quickly at charm school, due to my inappropriate attire, or lack there of. Though Gracie taught me well, I never forgot my rough and tumble ways.

Gracie did teach me one important lesson: it's easy to "pretend" to be a lady. I may purr like a kitten at work, but on the track it's all rough, all the time, 'cuz that's how I roll.