AUSTIN, TX

If you missed Sunday's game, turn your backside to the nearest person and ask for a good swift one 'cause you got it comin'! Playland was bustin' at the seems with fans -- and they came with the true Austin spirit: "Be Loud, Stay Late"! The crowd was on their feet throughout the second half of both games, straining to get as close to the track as possible... hoping for a Texas Rollergirl to fly off the track and there was a lot of that as these games were intense! That's a reality you won't find anywhere else in Austin! And not even beloved Lone Star could lure fans away from the action! According to the official Beerland Report, Lone Star sales plummeted during the dramatic second half.

But we're getting ahead of ourselves...

Hell Marys vs. Hustlers. Both teams were hungry for a win after suffering two losses each so far this season. But the Hell Marys were hurtin', playing without their Captain and jammer supreme, Bloody Mary (who was serving a forced stint in Detention Hall)... and since game one, Texas Rollergirls fans have been wondering just where those Hustlers from seasons-past were hiding. Alert the media: they showed up for the game Sunday night! Congratulations to the Hell Marys for skating some virgin jammers -- there's great talent in that mix. But it wasn't enough this Sunday night -- the Hustlers took those naughty schoolgirls on a dizzying, first-half merry-go-round round.

The second half didn't see the Hell Marys score many points, but they put a true hurtin' on the Hustlers with unbelievable blocking! The Crusher, booty blocking and body checking with determination, forced Dinah-Mite to surrender. The purple-clad dervish scored no points -- unheard of for Dinah-Mite... In the end, she shook her head in defeat and applauded Crusher for the whoopin' as she called off the jam. The first-rate defense allowed for little scoring, however, and the game ended with a final score: Hustlers 43, Hell Marys 17.

Honky Tonk Heartbreakers vs. Hotrod Honeys. Both teams were undefeated this season going into the game -- and were confident they "owned" it. At the start of the 5th jam, the Hotrod Honeys were holding to within 2 points of the Honky Tonk Heartbreakrs -- and you know those cowgirls do not like close scores! Eight Track was at the Pivot, Sparkle Plenty was at the Jam... the tension was thick. These two are sworn enemies! And what happened next forced both teams to lose their heads! During the jam, the two got into a rough-and-tumble... when the dust cleared, both players had been ejected from the game, and Eight Track's microphone priveleges had been permanently revoked (don't drop an F-bomb at our PG-13 show, folks!) One devistating jam later, the Hotrod Honeys found themselves down by 15...

Despite valiant efforts by Cat Tastrophe, Lucille Brawl, Rice Rocket, and the Hotrod Honeys Big D during the second half, the point spread continued its wild bronco ride. When the final whistle blew, Willie, Waylon and the girls had kicked their asses; it was all over, but the cryin'. Final score: Honky Tonk Heartbreakers 61, Hotrod Honeys 41.

But the action doesn't end there, y'all! Bouts are over, mop buckets come out, defeated players start the Lone Star self-medication, and the winners run about high-fivin'... but the fans... the fans stand mesmerized at track-side, reliving each dramatic moment. On Sunday night, they had to be enticed, like the Pied Piper's rats, out of the building and down to Ringers Sports Bar for the after-party.

A big Texas Rollergirls smooch to the Marshall Ford Swing Band and our good friends the White Ghost Shivers who kept the house swingin' and jumpin' all night long... and to DJ Kris who had fans dancing in the seats (and we've got the video to prove it!)

Kisses and kicks to the Houston Rollergirls, Alamo City Rollergirls, Rocky Mountain Rollergirls, and Assassination City Rollergirls for joining us Sunday night! It's always an honor to have our rollersisters in the house representin'! Flat track roller derby is taking over the country -- and you'll soon have the chance to see your very own Texas Rollergirls whoopin' it up with nearly 30 leagues across the U.S. of A. Hell yeah, and yee-f*ckin'-ha!