[center][h1][color=82ca9d]Claire McManus[/color][/h1][IMG]https://38.media.tumblr.com/a684e03c66905630fc680cd84f0e5439/tumblr_inline_mfpjw6nEH01r6mp78.gif[/IMG]
[b]Location:[/b] Boston, Mass - O'Flanagan's Pub; basement - underground fighting circuit 
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Miller, Connor, Murphy, The Delivery Man
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	"I got nothing to worry about, me against some chick that weighs what? Hundred pounds soaking wet? Easy money," Miller said as he bounced around in place, punching the air a few times quickly. 

	The air hung heavy with the smell of cigarette and cigar smoke hung heavy in the basement of the south Boston pub. Once a month fighters would meet up and go full out on each other. There were no rules, no cameras; the fight stopped when someone was unconscious, dead or tapping out. 

	In the center of the room was a chain link cage, two fighters stood on either end. Miller stood over six feet and close to two hundred pounds with dark empty eyes, veiny muscles, bald head and covered in scars beneath his multiple tattoos. At the other end stood a woman around five and a half feet tall, green eyes, brunette hair and a coy smirk playing on her pale lips. She was toned, cut and kept her mouth shut.

	People around the ring where placing bets, yelling cheers, shaking the cage as they gripped it it. The woman slowly lifted hee gaze towards her opponent, waiting for the bell. Two men stood outside the cage behind her.

	"Come on Claire, you got this," they said in unison. She patted the cage behind her before cracking her knuckles. Miller stood there, still bouncing around, a bit of sweat sheen beginning to form. Claire just locked eyes with him as her hands dropped loosely to her side's. Then the bell rang and Miller charged, Claire stood still.

	Till the last moment that was, Miller through a sloppy punch, underestimating the Irish Rose. Her fists came up quickly; pummeling into his ribs before she grabbed the back of his neck and drove his face into her knee. He kneed her ribs, she spun behind him, back fisting to the base of his skull.

	The fight continued, Miller quickly realizing his mistake. Blow for blow they exchanged and blood splattered on the mat. Round one, round two, round three. It was half was through the goth round when things finally started to change. Claire caught Miller behind the knee; sending him to the mat. 

	She took the opportunity, snaking around his backside and lacing her legs around his waist; putting him in a sleeper hold. Tightening down as he struggled to get the minx of a spider monkey off his back. It was no use, Claire had endurance. He quickly slipped off into unconsciousness. After a few moments the bell rang, signaling the end of the fight and Claire was announced the winner. 

	Letting go of Miller she stood up and walked to the edge of the cage, the door swinging over as people cheered and jeered. Taking their winnings, sucking up their losings. Outside the gate stood a short old man of Asian decent in a black suit holding an intricately carved box and held it out to her.

	"Claire McManus, this is for you," he said handing it over to her. Once she took it he left. Claire looked it over as she walked back to the locker room, her brothers Connor and Murphy coming quickly up behind her and asking what all was about. Claire said nothing as she opened it and found the same as the other winners had.

	[color=82ca9d]"Well fuck me sideways and call me Sally, looks like I'm going to Paris,"[/color] she exclaimed.

	"I'll call ya Sally all ya want lass," Connor said.

	"But I ain't fucking ya," Murphy followed up.