Damon approached the group with a grin. "Eyy, what's up, guys?"
"Oh, hey, looky here, it's the main man Damon!" the California guy joked, causing the others to laugh as they greeted him back.
Damon pulled up a chair and sat down, joining the conversation. One of the fighters turned to him, curious. "So, where you from, Damon?"
"Me? Well..." Damon blew out a puff of air, thinking for a second. "I grew up here in the States, but I was born in Ireland. Lived there for a bit."
"Oh, nice!" one of the guys responded with a grin. "Wouldn't have guessed if you hadn't said. So, what city did you live in?"
"Stockton, with my mom," Damon replied, keeping it brief. "Got into some small events, then moved here to L.A., trained, and now I'm here."
Damon purposely left out the part about being homeless.
He didn't want to give anyone ammo for trash talk, especially with the competition heating up.
