Meggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...
The Sons arrived at the underground boxing arena with Pixie riding shotgun in the van with Half-Sack and Cherry. They pulled up to what looked like a disused warehouse in Sacramento and parked with the other cars and the Sons on their bikes. Pixie checked her plaits in the rear view mirror before hopping out. She'd put Hello Kitty bobbles on the ends of them to amp up the cute factor. Tig came to greet them, having gone down earlier to put Pixie on the roster and secure her spot. He grinned, seeing Pixie in her all pink boxing gear and clocked that she'd put pink bandaging around her thigh to cover the IRA scars.
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"Hey, they're just setting up the fighters, Pixie's on in about fifteen." He said to the others before putting his arm around Pixie. "You nervous?"
Pixie grinned. "Nah, I got this."
"You better." Clay grunted. "Chibs, wrap her hands, let's go score some ringside seats." He ordered before marching in with Bobby, Half-Sack and Cherry. Juice had been placed on Tara watch and Jax was finishing up Abel's room with Gemma. After the Chinese food, Happy had driven off without another word to the group and hadn't been seen since then. Pixie was a little disappointed to see that he wasn't there with the others to watch her fight, but she guessed he was probably keeping an eye on Jax or doing something important. She watched Chibs methodically wrap her hands and wriggled her fingers a few times to make sure they weren't too tight.
"If ye need ta stop tha fight at any point, grab tha bottom rope, and we'll get ye out, okay, lass?" Chibs instructed as he finished Pixie's hands.
"Yeah, what's the signal for when you want me to fight back on the last round?"
"One of us will smack the mat, it'll look like we're just annoyed that you're losing us money to others." Tig told her.
"That's good, okay, I'm all set." Pixie nodded, she reached for Chibs and Tig to pull them both in for a hug before they walked in together. Pixie adjusted her stance and mannerisms to appear nervous as she took in her surroundings once they'd entered the warehouse. There were four rings set out along the length of the warehouse so they were separated out. There was all kinds of people milling around, some in business suits with fancy watches and champagne flutes, and others who'd looked like they just got out of prison ten minutes ago. As Chibs and Tig escorted Pixie to the first ring where the others were waiting, the crowd seemed at Pixie with a mixture of confusion and disbelief on their faces. Pixie smiled at a few of them shyly, making sure she was feeding into their judgements that they'd made about her. She knew they were thinking she'd either gotten the wrong building, or that there had to be a mistake. They were looking at the other fighters, all gnarly looking men on the heavier side of the lightweight category and back at this small woman dressed in pink with Hello Kitty bobbles and socks peeking out of her brand new boxing trainers. They were writing her off the second they saw her and Pixie spressed a grin, knowing she had the crowd exactly where she wanted them. She gave her hoodie to bobby as Tig held the ropes and Chibs gave Pixie a boost so she could clamber up into the ring of her first opponent, a Mexican guy who stood about the same height as Juice, though he was much broader and had some interesting looking tribal tattoos.
