It all started on a cold day in December. I was born to a young, brave woman named Jeannie. She did the best she could with me. Before I could walk I was wrestling the bear cubs that lived by our cabin.
We lived in the forests above the small town of Paskenta in Northern California with no neighbors for miles. My playground was endless. Some of my favorite things to do we tying rattlesnakes together and laughing as they tried to slither away, wrestling matches with the grizzly bear family that lived nearby, and surprising the mean old mountain lion with the occasional bucket of cold water. I had to run like my heels were on fire and my ass was catching. As I grew older my yearning for bigger adventures grew as well. Finally the day came my mother hugged me goodbye and off I went.
I traveled for months, following game trails through valleys and foothills long forgotten. Eventually I came upon the small town Red Bluff that had promise of a warm bath and a good meal. That’s where I met my derby wife Lil Pass-a-fist.
She is a hard hitting, toe stop skipping, bad mama jammer. She taught me to read and write, cleaned me up, and made me presentable. Basically she had to teach me how to behave in civilized society. Of course I had to teach her a few things too; frog giggin is our favorite.
Together we played hard, but derbyed harder. My love for roller derby is endless and my ass kickery level grows with every practice. My derby journey has truly only started and becoming a Sioux City Roller Dame has completed another step in it. Derby or die!!
– Ruff N Tuff
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