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Damon began to reel, feeling the resistance in the line.

Whatever was on the other end wasn\'t giving up easily.

His arms flexed as he worked the rod, reeling slowly and keeping the tension just right.

The others began to notice. Miles called out from the other side, "Yo! Damon\'s got one!"

The group gathered around as Damon fought to reel in his catch, the line pulling with more force than he expected.

His heart beat fast a bit, and he couldn\'t help but feel a rush of adrenaline.

It wasn\'t the same as stepping into the octagon, but there was a thrill in this challenge too.

"Come on, Damon, don\'t let it beat you!" Dylan shouted, clearly enjoying the sight of someone else struggling for a change.

Whittier watched from the side, a grin spreading across his face. "Keep it steady, you got this."

With one final pull, Damon yanked the rod back, and out of the water came a decent-sized fish, flopping in the air before landing on the dock with a satisfying thud.

The group erupted in cheers and claps.

"Look at that!" Felipe exclaimed, giving Damon a hard pat on the back. "You\'re a natural!"

Damon couldn\'t help but smile, a mix of satisfaction and relief washing over him. "Beginner\'s luck, I guess," he said, holding the fish up for everyone to see.

"Or maybe you\'re just good at everything," Miles teased, shaking his head. "Man catches fish like he knocks out opponents."

Dylan nodded sagely. "Gotta respect the technique."

As the day went on, the team settled into a comfortable rhythm by the lake.

The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden hue over the water, and the quiet lapping of the lake set a peaceful tone.

After Damon\'s successful catch, the group went back to their own attempts at fishing, but eventually, some began to gather around the coolers filled with drinks and snacks.

Whittier cracked open another beer and took a long sip, watching the fighters relax. "Alright, boys, time to wind down. No more fishing for now. Let\'s hear some stories."

Miles popped up from his seat, grinning from ear to ear. "Oh man, I\'ve got one! So back home, I once tried to fight two dudes at a bar…"

The others immediately started laughing, some shaking their heads. "Here we go," Dylan muttered.

"Nah, for real!" Miles insisted, raising his hands in defense. "It was all because I refused to let this dude take my fries. Next thing you know, punches are flying."

"Bet the fries didn\'t survive," Felipe quipped, taking a sip from his beer.

"Hell nah, they didn\'t," Miles laughed, shaking his head. "But I walked out with my dignity...and a black eye."

The fighters laughed, enjoying the ridiculousness of the story.

Whittier leaned back, clearly enjoying the camaraderie. "I\'ve heard some wild excuses for bar fights, but fries? That\'s a new one."

The conversation flowed easily after that, with each fighter taking turns telling their own stories.

Felipe, the Brazilian, had everyone in stitches with a story about how he once got lost in the Amazon during a family trip and had to be rescued by his cousin, who found him trying to fight a monkey over some fruit.

"Man, I swear it was as big as me!" Felipe said, gesturing dramatically. "But I wasn\'t backing down."

"You were about to get your ass kicked by a monkey, weren\'t you?" Damon chuckled, taking a sip from his water bottle.

Felipe shrugged, grinning. "I won in spirit."

More stories were exchanged as the beers kept flowing, and the atmosphere grew even more relaxed.

Ivan, normally quiet, told a dry, deadpan tale about surviving a Russian winter, which no one could tell if it was serious or a joke.

"One time, it was so cold, I saw my breath freeze in the air," Ivan said with a straight face. "You can\'t move, you just stand still and hope for spring."

The group stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or be concerned.

"Man, you Russians are built different," Dylan muttered, shaking his head. "I wouldn\'t last a day out there."

Damon leaned back on the dock, gazing out at the lake as the conversations continued.

It was nice to unwind like this, away from the intensity of the house and the upcoming fights.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the water, Whittier stood up, raising his drink. "Alright, boys, this is how a team comes together. We fight together, we relax together. Tomorrow, it\'s back to work, but today, enjoy it."

The fighters raised their drinks, clinking bottles and cans together.

They laughed, talked, and told stories well into the evening, enjoying the peace before the storm of competition resumed.

Some of the stories told earlier were clearly exaggerated, and everyone knew it, but that was half the fun.

The ridiculousness of it all kept the mood light and the laughs rolling.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky and the team started packing up their gear, Whittier clapped his hands to get everyone\'s attention. "Alright, boys, we\'re not done yet," he said with a grin. "We caught some fish, so now we\'re heading to a spot I know that\'ll cook it up for us. Pretty nice place too."

The fighters glanced at the bucket, where their modest catch was kept.

There wasn\'t a ton of fish, but it was enough.

Ivan\'s massive catch stood out, easily dwarfing Damon\'s fish, and Whittier had managed to reel in a couple himself.

"Damn, Ivan, you sure you didn\'t catch a shark?" Dylan teased, staring at the large fish with wide eyes.

Ivan just shrugged with a smirk. "Beginner\'s luck," he said in his typical deadpan.

Damon shook his head, glancing at his own fish next to Ivan\'s. "Guess size really does matter, huh?" he joked.

The others laughed as they loaded everything into the van, the good-natured ribbing continuing as they piled in for the next stop.

They all climbed in, tired but in high spirits, looking forward to seeing how their catch would taste.

The team had bonded well during the trip, and the anticipation of a good meal was the perfect way to wrap up the day.