She saw the skies open at the first sweet whine of an electric guitar and found religion in the clash of the crash. Nikki Badazz quickly flipped from idolizing the Pastor to worshipping Judas Priest. Her pigtails morphed into a mohawk, bobbysocks to fishnets, and she decked herself out in spikes and studs instead of bows and bangles.
Between bouts and bands Nikki doesn’t find much time to write home to her parents or parish. This good girl has gone all kinds of Badazz.