CSI: Miami

Announcer: Now, keep an eye on the pack.

And from the back, it's the jammers

minnie tears and tricked up treat.

Tricked up treat is jammed up.

And there goes minnie tears, getting some leverage.

Oh, here comes minnie tears up and around a trap...

Nothing going on, trying to get on the inside,

trying to get up high on the rail.

Looking for tricked up treat.

Quickly jamming up.

She's losing it all to minnie tears.

Tricked up treat got schooled.

Minnie tears setting the standard.

Oh, my God, has she got the moves.

Yeah! Are you ready?

Ready? Yeah, I'm ready!

Ah! Come on.

Let's do it. Let's do this.

Let's go.

And the jammer guard for the Boca ratons,

we have Miami spice.

And for our own Miami masochists,

the crowd favorite, wrath of Connie!

You're going down, wrath of Connie!

Good luck.

Up yours.

Here goes the pack.

And now the jammers bring it from the back of the pack.

Miami spice and wrath of Connie.

Remember, they got to catch the pack,

past the blockers to get points.

Miami spice out in front.

Keeping pace.

Fan: Connie, come on.

Check out Miami spice,

getting the early lead on wrath of Connie.

Here comes wrath of Connie. She finally broke through.

Wrath of Connie looks like she's struggling a bit

with her game.

Wrath of Connie's out there...

But look at Miami spice continue to sizzle on the track.

Setting the pace! Connie, come on. Let's go.

Look at her on a high rail.

Miami spice getting involved.

Come on. Come on. Fast.

Go, go, go.

Watch these jammers bringing the leverage.

And there's bodies flying everywhere.

Wrath of Connie trying to catch up.

You're going down, wrath of Connie!

Wrath of Connie can't keep up yeah!

With Miami spice. She doesn't look like herself.

I don't know what's wrong with her.

Miami spice coming up, jamming on the pack

from behind, looking for an opening,

going high on the rail.

Oh, my God! She gets thrown into her bench!

That was a dirty move.

Did you see that?

D'beat down getting all ugly.

What the hell is your problem?

She threw Miami spice into her bench.

Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt? Bite me, bitch!

Oh, here they go. Oh, you can't handle it?

They're gonna start it up. Cry me a river. (Shouting)

Start it up. Head to head. A little help...

There's bodies flying.

There's bodies flying.

(Women shouting indistinctly, whistle blowing)

Somebody could lose an eye.

Haymakers. The refs are trying to break it up.

These refs are... Referee: Miami spice, you're in

the sin bin; Five minutes for roughing.

Sin bin! Sin bin!

Sit down for five, honey.

Five minutes for roughing.

She's still yelling and screaming at the refs. I got it.

They got to sit her down and shut her up.

(Announcer continues indistinctly)

Watch the jam. Oh, look at minnie tears.

Going with 7-mile midge with an elbow to the midsection.

Minnie tears flying with 7-mile midge. Chaos...

(Announcer continues indistinctly)

Chaos on the track, bodies flying everywhere.

Miami spice doing five for fighting in the sin bin.

Midge in front of tears.

Here comes minnie tears...

(Announcer continues indistinctly)

Look at the masochists.

Gonna pull away and get it done.

At the end, it's gonna be...

A chance to win it all!

So it all boils down to this, baby.

Minnie tears and 7-mile midge.

Tricked up treat can't do Jack on the track.

And at the end of the first half, the Miami masochists

head into the locker room with a 12-point lead.

Connie! Connie, we did it! Connie...

Call 911! Connie?!

Oh, my God! What's happening? Connie?

Bring the gurney in asap.

We detained as many spectators and staff as we could.

Did anybody see anything? Doesn't sound like it.

She left the track during a bout, and team found her in here.

Dr. Loman?

This is wrath of Connie,

aka Connie Briggs.

Sizable hematoma on her

upper thoracic arch.

Ah, dorsal rib compound fracture.

Significant wound means a significant hit.

Cause of death?

Pale conjunctiva.

Minimal lividity.

She bled out internally, perhaps.

From just the hit like that?

Takes about 150 pounds of pressure to break a rib, so yes.

I need to get her back on the table to know more.

Needless to say,

something very wrong happened inside wrath of Connie here.

Yeah, these girls, they take a pretty good beating

out there on the track, tom.

Maybe she got hit and rolled in here to die.

Nope, there was intent here. Size and shape of the wound...

she was hit with something, an object.

So, we're talking about a weapon. Hmm.

Well, I mean, someone would have noticed

one of these girls wielding an object out there.

So, she was murdered in here.

Caine: Gentlemen...

It's called blunt... force... trauma.

Simmons: Skater struck down in her prime.

Like that movie in the '70s starring Raquel Welch?

No, roller derby's real, man. Wait till you see it.

Wolfe, you never been to the roller derby before?

I haven't been on roller skates since junior high.

You're missing out, man! That was 50 pounds ago!

: These women...

these women are badass. They're badass?

Hell, they're girls on roller skates. How badass can they be?

So, how long you gonna make us wait here with these skanks, huh?

Yo, who the hell are you calling a skank?

I wasn't talking to you, spice. I don't care if you're talking to me...

Oh, my God, that's the sexiest, scariest thing I've ever seen.

: I told you!

Announcer: What the heck?! It's starting, huh?

We got to get the refs in here! Oh, here they all come in on it!

Oh, shoot.

Starting up. They can't stand each other.

Masochist and a loca Boca. There's haymakers breaking out.

There's beer cups being tossed in the crowd.

This is what they pay to see.

Haymakers! Oh, God, just... A left and a right...

Heat can't even control 'em!

The heat can't even stop 'em. Oh!

There's bodies flying.

The crowd's whipping beers. That's it!

Hey, hey, that's it, stop it!

All right? Geez, Louise!

There's haymakers breaking out, chaos... You! Come here! Come here.

Miami spice? I got to talk to you; Come on. Hey, somebody get Dave benton

down here, set up a mobile av unit.

And shut that guy the hell up!

Chaos in here! Whoa, 5-0 wants a piece of me.

Shut it down, huh? You got it, po-po, chill.

Witnesses saw you get in a fight with Connie before she left the track.

Fighting's just a stress reliever.

Better to have it out on the track than the alley afterwards.

Besides, Deb was the one who took the cheap shot.

Deb? Who's Deb?

Oh, that's d'beat down? Beat down is Deb?

Where do you guys come up with these names?

Derby names? Yeah.

We make 'em up.

Like your favorite wrestler, except we don't fake it.

Well, I don't think that you were faking

your anger towards Connie, were you?

My blood was boiling, yeah, but yours would be, too.

Angry enough to follow her in the bathroom, start a fight?

You really think I killed her because of a dustup on the track?

Look, I was right where I was supposed to be... in the sin bin.

You were in the what?

It's like a penalty box in hockey.

I got five minutes for roughing.

Well, I'll be looking into that.

I bet you will.

That's not professional.

Not bad.

Looks like the victim and d'beat down were pretty close.

Delko: Hmm.

You know, we got a helmet over here.

Think it got knocked off during the attack?

Maybe.

(Announcer speaking indistinctly)

You, uh, you find anything that resembles a murder weapon?