Getting people paid by the day, dishing out the pain at night. A human resources guru by trade, this transplant Southerner proves that bad things come in small packages. Standing at a mere 5-0 tall, the Canada native has adapted well to wheels on her skates instead of blades. A golfer in college, she got tired of the dull, quiet white-bread world of golf because she just wanted to “knock the crap out of something.”

About the only mantra Squirtalicious lives by is, “Oh Canada.” She has no clue what mantra means, but she tries to mix her country pride in everything she does. Her hero is Mr. Dressup, the Canadian equivalent of Mr. Rogers. Why? “Because Mr. Dressup would kick Rogers’ ass.”