They finally arrived at the spot, a cozy, private venue nestled by a lake.
The UFA had rented the whole place, ensuring it was completely cut off from the outside world.
No phones, no outside distractions, just the fighters and their team.
The sun had set, casting a warm, golden glow over the water as they entered the restaurant.
It was a relaxed atmosphere, with large wooden tables and dim lights, perfect for the team to unwind after their day of fishing.
The dinner kicked off with plenty of laughs and even more stories.
The fish they had caught was expertly prepared, and the fighters couldn't stop joking about whose catch tasted best.
Miles was the first to claim victory. "Tastes like victory to me," he said, pointing his fork toward Ivan's much larger fish, which had already been devoured by the team.
Ivan chuckled. "Big fish, but all same taste," he said in his broken English, making everyone laugh.
