Hell...my first ever Battle of the Bands was in the 8th grade. I was by no means as good as I am now (naturally)...but we played "Smells Like Teen Spirit" and tore the roof off the place (for a bunch of 8th graders...it was damn good.)

She doesn't need a bat to the face...she needs to be clubbed with the knobbed end of a shillelagh. For some reason...I think it may hurt more...