We monsters hail from Western Washington, wandering the streets looking for a flat field to face off once a month. Kicking the ball of doom (it’s a random dime store soccer ball) from atop our fire breathing steeds (they are ancient Honda TL125’s held together with duct tape, hopes and dreams) battling for a chance for our names to be written in the books of history next to the word VICTORY!! (we don’t even keep score….)