#16

Anybody who grew up in a dusty crossroads like Amarillo and who now lives in a place called Gun Barrel City was pretty much bred and raised for trouble. I got kicked out of bars faster than they could put up 'Watch For Hazzard' signs, says Ima, a two-year Ass City vet who finds roller derby at best a feeble outlet for her pent-up Wild West pedigree. A judge ordered me into anger management classes, but the moment that skank instructor opened her mouth, it was obvious that I was gonna have to whip her ass, says Ima. And that was after I tried Charm School.

Moving to Dallas, Ima Hazzard quickly found and fell in love with the kindred spirits of Assassination City. They were my kind of butt-kickers, she says. And the girls at least most of them, the ones who've managed to stay out of Ima's way have gone along politely. She's fine as long as she gets laid every now and then and we toss her some raw meat, her teammates say, casting a look over their shoulders. Better that she's on our team than skating for the other guys. To which Ima replies simply: "Grrrr."