Whip It-The Second Season

Bliss Cavender stared out the window of the classroom she was in. She thought about her life last year. She had participated in the Austin, Texas Roller Derby with the Hurl Scouts under the name Babe Ruthless. Her pageant-obsessed mother had finally given up and let her do the derby this year. Her father seemed to think that girls in little uniforms smashing into eachother on skates was better than football. Her father, Earl, loved football almost more than his wife. That was saying something. The bell finally rang and Bliss jumped up to leave. The roller derby try-outs were tonight, and she didn't want to ride the Senior Citizen Bingo Bus again. "Paaaaash." Bliss whined to her best friend. "No!" Pash, who was an all A's student, snapped. "I have somewhere to go tonight." "Not another fling with Birdman, is it?" Bliss smiled. Birdman, the manager at the Oink Joint where they worked, had been dating Pash since the Championship Game. "No." Pash frumped in a way that meant yes. "Come on, let him come this time!" "No! The last time he came, he spilled a beer all over the people in front of you while screaming 'Go, Babe Ruthless'? Like I'm supposed to let that happen again?" Bliss laughed. "He can manage by himself." Pash mumbled something Bliss couldn't hear, gathered her things, and said "FIne. I hate you." "Love you, too, Pash!" Bliss called after her friend as she walked the opposite direction out of the hallway. As she left, she saw Corbi Booth at the edge of the stairs. She hated Corbi, who used to be her competitor in beauty pageants. Last year, Bliss had pushed Corbi off the edge of the stairs. As Bliss passed, Corbi wrapped her perfectly manicured nails around the stair railing, nervous. Bliss laughed. "Don't get too nervous, or I might just have to push you again." Corbi smirked and continued talking to her friends.

That evening, Pash pulled her car up in front of the Cavender's house and honked. Mrs. Cavender, in a plush pink robe, dashed onto the front porch. "Bliss!" She called in a screechy Southern voice. Bliss appeared at the front door, holding her black skates, and ran to the car. "Pash, you are the best." She gasped. "I try." Pash smiled. "There WERE cute boys last time." "But you're taken." Bliss reminded. Pash sighed. "Ooh, what if OLIVER is there?" Pash squealed, jumping in her seat. Oliver has been Bliss's boyfriend last year. He was gorgeous, sweet, and seemed loyal. A few months in, he went on tour with his band and exchanged shirts with Bliss. Bliss has seen their tour photos...which included Oliver's arm around another girl...who was wearing her T-shirt. When he came home, acting innocent, Bliss had given him one last kiss with a major slap. "He probably will be there. I probably will ignore him." Bliss huffed, clenching her fists. "Ok, gosh!" Pash gasped. After a two-hour drive, they arrived at the Warehouse in Austin, to see various Roller Derby hopefuls going into the building. "I have a surprise for you!" Pash said, digging into her glove compartment. She pulled out a pair of gleaming red skates. "I'm trying out this year!