Team: Dagger Dolls
Name: Fixie Chic
Number: 1x1
Status: Rookie
Position You Play: Blocker/Jammer
Injuries: Bruises, lacerated cheek, messed up elbow
Distinguishing Feature(s): a bike, chain ring tattoos, scars
Loves: girls with red hair, boys who can track stand
Despises: pinch flats, road rage, and global dependence on oil
General Bad Behavior: running red lights, and stop signs, and cutting the track
Favorite Song: "Brand New Key"
Favorite Food: Pancakes
Favorite Drink: Beer
Star Sign: Virgo
Website: myspace.com/fixie_chic

More dirt about yourself: Fixie Derailleur's ass was sticking to the hard laminated plastic of her chair. She shifted, adjusted her mini skirt, and listened with disdain as the Driver's Ed instructor, Mr. Lemming, droned on and on and on. He loaded the film real of 'Red Asphalt' and dimmed the lights. A series of horrific images flickered before Fixie's eyes. Mangled steel and flesh. She winced. And then, they began to warp. Smolder. Distort. Mr. Lemming paled, and as he ran back to the smoking projector, Fixie seized her opportunity. She muttered 'Screw drivers' ed' under her breath as she grabbed her skate bag and slipped out the door. Mounting her beater bike with bubble gum pink fenders, she 'ding ding'ed it and rode into the arms of destiny.

For the sake of time, we'll skip over the sordid details of how she reached the big city and was befriended by a rogue band of twelve cyclists called the 'Gang of 7' who tried to get her to slow down long enough to learn how to track stand. Or of how she met a roller skating talent scout named Mr. Chic who flew her to Vegas for an 'audition', ended up with both a wedding band AND 15 stitches in her backside (what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas). She sang "Brand New Key" in a lounge until she broke her elbow doing a stage dive, got knocked up with the Chiclets (the ever amazing Pixie and Cheeky), was homeless for a spell with just an old box of Mr. Sketch Raspberry markers for a pillow (still can't get the pink or the smell out of her hair), and then rode all the way back to Minnesota 'cause she and the Chiclets had a hankering for some pancakes. Oh yes.