Featured RollerGirl, November 2007: She comes with a sweet name and number, but this former Garda Belt co-captain is anything but sugar-coated. Any opponent could tell you that this petite frame packs a huge wollop when it comes to hits and she's been known to have a few (sometimes dirty) tricks up her green sleeves. Besides all her on-track skills, Cupcake also handles all the merchandise for the league. So you can thank her for all those pretty things you covet!

Team: Garda Belts
Name: Cupcake
Number: 3.14 or pi is the ratio of the circumference of a circle to its diameter. Helpful when figuring out the size of her favorite circular food, CUPCAKES!
Status: Active
Position You Play: IN YOUR FACE...ALL THE TIME.
Injuries: Cupcake shakes off injury like epilepsy shakes off a seizure. In fact, if you try to aggravate her injury, you'll be spilled like milk.
Distinguishing Feature(s): ...And you will know her by the breadth and mass of a rising tempest, a tide of fury and cake-mix, so awesome, it crumbles track and foe beneath its wake. For no heart of sacrifice, no willful soul, no wealth of courage can save them from the frosting of winters discontent. This is where the fire of a thousand ovens meet the spongy underside of their bellies. This, a torrent of terror and sugar. This, a reckoning best served cold. This is...that which is...that being...CUPCAKE!
Penalties, Feuds, and General Bad Behavior: Sometimes Cupcake is know for giving a good slap to the helmet. But no hard feelings. Her smile is the first one to apologize.
Awards and Good Behavior: She sits at the front of class every time.
Favorite Food or Drink: The only food that matters...CUPCAKES!!
Star Sign: Leo

More dirt about yourself:Cupcake is infinitely talented at crafting the demise of her opponents. But did you know that Cupcake also likes crafting apparel? She likes sewing and knitting various articles of clothing for lady and baby. If you're nice, she'll make you something very attractive and fetching to wear. If not, you can sit on the sidelines and weep in that overstocked, store-bought nonsense you call "fashion."