[gaggirl]

From the outset she is set apart from the rest, the amazonian flame haired bitch at the back with the star on her helmet, a "jammer" called Bitchin Mona.

She, clad in black and gold flame hotpants/ bra top and red fishnets, stands on the jammer line back to back against the smaller lithe blond jammer, Katra, wearing a pink tutu and white singlet. The crowd are thunderous in their appreciation of the fast and hard action displayed on the track, and once the whistle blows and the pack of skaters take off in a jumble of booty, skates and hard knocks, they are again enchanted by these tough derby girls.

When the Jammer whistles blow, Bitching Mona and Katra run off on their toe stops, Bitchin taking Katra out before they hit the first turn, ensuring Katra can no longer be lead jammer. Bitchin wiggles her ass at Katra and disappears, low down, into the pack, while Katra ever lithe and spritely catches up in no time at all.

Theres just 20 minutes to time, and then... the afterparty. But first theres the little matter of who is going to win. So far the pink clad Princesses of Pain are in front by twenty points, but with Bitchin on track, the score is fast closing. A victory for the Hell Bound Harlots will be sweet indeed, and Bitchins banking on one.