Minnie was raised in a southern baptist home and taught from birth how to take care of a man. At the
ripe age of 18 she got married and began her family. She happily performed her wifly duties: cooking,
cleaning, taking care of the children, hosting dinner parties at the last minute without complaining,
kept up her appearance as a wife should.
One morning she woke up and found her husband once again not
in bed next to her and decided she had had enough. She sent the children off to school and when her
husband did finally arrive home with lipstick on his collar smelling of scotch and cheap perfume; she
calmly asked him if he would like for her to draw him a bath so he could get ready for work as she had
done a hundred times before without complaint. He said of course but the air was strangely different
this morning reeking of vengeance. This morning with his glass of orange juice Minnie didn't bring her
husband his dry toast she instead brought him the toaster she had received from him for her birthday the
month before. To her dismay the toaster did not have enough charge to kill him. Regardless he pressed
charges and the judge gave her anger management classes and recommended that she take up a hobby to let
out my pent up aggressions.
In class Minnie met a couple of gals in similar situations one gal mentioned
try outs being held to start up a new Roller Derby League. Minnie thought that sounded like a perfect solution
to her little anger issue. What Minnie would like to do is take out her aggressions on other cheating
bastards but for now she'll have to settle on taking and giving jabs from her rollerskates... Minnie still
holds her southern belle charm but don't let her fool you... she'll offer you an apple pie with her right
hand only to follow it up with a left jab.
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