Damon and his team made their way into the house, walking through the entrance with their bags in tow.
The place was just as impressive inside as it was outside, but something else quickly caught their attention, laughter echoing from the living room.
As they stepped further in, they could hear the muffled voices of the fighters who had already arrived, members of Team Chemasov.
The laughter grew louder, and soon enough, the words became clear.
"Look at them finally showin' up!" one voice said, barely holding back a chuckle.
"Yeah, about time. Hope they fight better than they walk in," another added, the room erupting into more laughter.
Damon exchanged glances with his teammates, knowing full well the kind of tension that was already brewing.
He wasn't surprised. Trash talk was inevitable, and some of the fighters clearly wanted to start building that tension early.
