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| Best Shit-Talker: 2006 Team co-captain: 2007 All-Star Team: 2006-2008 |
Team Co-captain
Number: 914 H
Tagline: Rebel heartbreaker
Hometown: South Alabama
Injuries: Torn PCL
Fun Fact: Received league's first black eye when punched by Scarlette Fury
during Musical Chairs.... but I still got the chair!!!
Favorite Weapon: my foot in your mouth
On a muggy summer at dusk, in the swamps of Alabama, young Dixie Heartless, then known only as Dixie, was born. The lovechild of the great great great great granddaughter of General Robert E. Lee and a roadie for Lynyrd Skynyrd, Dixie was immediately abandoned by her mother and left to be raised by a band of shrimp fishermen in Bayou La Batre. The only thing her mother left her was her rebel blood and a pair of ratty old roller skates from her days as a roller disco queen. Even before they could fit properly, Dixie was stuffing them with extra socks and padding so that she could emulate the mother she would never know. With nowhere to skate other than the docks where her surrogate family worked, she would skate up and down the rickety wooden pier, waiting for the shrimp boats to come back from the day*s work.
Hanging out at the docks, Dixie learned to swear, spit, and arm wrestle like a sailor. She was treated as *one of the guys,* even though her signature blonde ponytail clearly set her apart. One day, however, when a man came to purchase her family*s shrimp boat, the rebel blood in Dixie was pushed to its boiling point. The man made a pass at young Dixie, attempting to steal a kiss from her, when Dixie launched her skate with unrivaled fury into his groin. Seeing him topple over was exhilarating; she couldn't stop. She jumped on top of him and pummeled him until she was certain he would no longer be able to make the same mistake. The smile on her face revealed how cold-blooded and heartless this rebel truly was. Enter Dixie Heartless.
When the fishermen saw the mangled mess that had once been the prospector, their protective instincts kicked in. To keep Dixie safe, they would have to send her out on her own. With her skates in one hand and a bag of provisions in the other, Dixie set out to hop trains all the way to Yankee territory. Unfortunately for the men Dixie encountered, her taste for blood had been awakened. She left a path of destruction that stretched from her Alabama home, across the Mason-Dixon Line, all the way to a patch of Ohio they call Columbus. There she stumbled upon a band of women who shared her lust for violence and roller skating: the Ohio Roller Girls.
With the Ohio Roller Girls, Dixie Heartless had found a place where her heartless, destructive nature and passion for roller skating could be expressed. Watch out, Columbus; Dixie Heartless has arrived to lay some southern smackdown on anyone who crosses her path.