Back Bruised
Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter Thirty-One
  36. Chapter Thirty-Two
  37. Chapter Thirty-Three
  38. Chapter Thirty-Four
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter Thirty-Six
  41. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  42. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  43. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  44. Chapter Forty
  45. Chapter Forty-One
  46. Chapter Forty-Two
  47. ROLLER DERBY: A VERY BRIEF OVERVIEW
  48. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  49. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My surprise mixed in with embarrassment, and I quickly tried to turn over to get up. It was hard. Like, really hard. At first I started to get frustrated, but then I looked over at Shanti, who was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh, but her laughter was coming out in snorts, and even though I wanted to be mad about it, I couldn’t help but laugh myself. Snort-laughs were funny, after all.

Finally in standing position, me and the guy squared off again. This time, I wasn’t going to be lured in by his mesmerizing frolicking. I knew I could charge and smack him out of the ring no problem, but what would be the fun in that? Instead I started to whirl around in a circle as fast as I could (it wasn’t very fast), like a slo-mo tornado, and pummel the air with my fists. I could hear the crowd laughing, which was encouraging. The other guy took my cue and started doing the same thing until we finally connected in the middle of the ring and just kind of leaned into each other while continuing to twirl around—two dancing, green blobs, slapping at each other with our chubby arms.

After about ten seconds of this, we both collapsed to the grass in a mountainous PVC lump. My insides hurt from laughing, and I could feel sweat dripping into nooks and crannies no one needed to know about.

“Looks like our dino-wrestlers are too pooped to push anymore… It’s a tie!” the MC announced.

Once Shanti had helped to peel the sticky suit from my disturbingly damp body, she said, poker-faced, “You ever thought of doing that professionally? You seem made for it.”

“Ha-ha,” I replied, wiping the sweat from my neck.

“It did seem like you were having fun, though.” She handed the suit to a very excited, tall person.

“Yeah, it wasn’t that bad.” I was surprised by how true this felt.

“Thanks for being game. I can tell lots of this stuff isn’t really your thing. Fair to say?”

I ruffled my shirt to cool myself off and collected my jacket from the ground. We started walking back toward the house. “Definitely fair.”

“Well, then… it’s cool you’re doing it anyway.”