The sun rose quickly in the morning, lighting up the city with golden light. But no one was asleep in the house.
The entire group was up, busy packing and preparing for their flight back to LA.
Even though they were still excited about their time in New York, the thought of going home was better.
For Damon, the trip had been life-changing.
He'd managed to win The Supreme Fighter, earn his place in the UFA, solved the
There had been problems, some more difficult than others, but they had been solved, and now it was time to move on.
People were chatting, laughing, and zipping up their suitcases while getting ready.
It wasn't much to pack, especially for Damon, who hadn't come with anything except his fighting gear.
The others had small backpacks stuffed with a few changes of clothes, nothing too cumbersome for the trip back.
