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Chapter 154 End Of Fishing Day



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.

Conversations flowed freely, and the dinner felt like more than just a meal, it was an important moment for their team bonding.

Walls broke down as they shared stories not just about fighting but about their lives, their families, and what got them into the sport.

Even Damon, who usually kept to himself, found himself opening up a bit more than usual.

As the night wore on, the mood grew mellow, the earlier energy of the day replaced by a quiet camaraderie.

The team, satisfied and full, sat back in their chairs, enjoying the final moments of relaxation before heading back to the intense world of training and competition.

But as fun as the night had been, reality soon began to creep back in.

The day was over, and with it, the brief escape they\'d all enjoyed.

Whittier stood up, clinking his glass to get their attention. "Alright, boys. I hope you all enjoyed today because starting tomorrow, it\'s back to the grind. The next fights are coming up, and we\'ve got work to do."

The fighters nodded, some smiling, others already switching their focus back to the competition.

As they prepared to leave, the silence felt heavier. It was time to go back into seclusion.

The outside world would have to wait. For now, it was just the fighters, their team, and the battle ahead.

As the van rumbled down the road back to the villa, the fighters were in good spirits, the sound of laughter filling the air.

Damon sat toward the middle, leaning back and listening to the easy banter bouncing around the van.

One of the guys, Miles, stretched his legs out and smirked. "Yo, what do you think Team Chemasov\'s doing right now? Probably sitting there all serious, acting like they\'re the sh*t."

Dylan, who had a knack for making everyone laugh, snickered and leaned forward. "Man, they\'re probably jerking each other off, trying to figure out how to take us down."

The whole van burst out laughing, the joke hitting just right.

Damon shook his head, a grin spreading across his face, while Felipe chuckled from the back, shaking his head. "That\'s messed up, man, but probably true."

"They\'re probably running drills right now, thinking we\'re slacking off," Miles added. "Meanwhile, we\'re out here catching fish and having the time of our lives."

"Better not be catching feelings over there," Dylan joked, still cracking up from his earlier comment.

The laughter rolled on, a few of the guys wiping away tears from laughing so hard.

Even Whittier, sitting in the front, turned his head slightly, shaking his head with a smile as he listened to the banter behind him.

"You guys are crazy," Damon said, smirking, "but whatever they\'re doing, it won\'t matter. We\'re ready."

The others nodded, agreeing with Damon, but the mood was still light.

The jokes and laughter continued, the camaraderie evident as the van cruised through the night.

None of them had gotten drunk, despite the beers earlier in the day.

Whittier had kept a close eye on them, knowing full well the importance of staying sharp.

Thankfully, none of them were lightweights, and they respected the boundary without any issues.

As the conversations carried on, the fighters swapped stories and jokes, making the ride feel like a joy ride instead of a trip back to intense training.

They all knew that tomorrow it would be back to the grind, but for now, they soaked in the good vibes.

Miles leaned over to Damon, "You think they even know how to have fun? Bet Chemasov\'s got them running laps or something."

Damon shrugged, still smiling. "Let them run. We\'ll be the ones knocking them out when it counts."

More laughter followed, the van\'s interior filled with the sound of their voices, as they enjoyed the final moments of a well-earned day off.

As the villa came into view, the laughter gradually died down, replaced by the quiet anticipation of returning to training. But for now, they\'d had their fun, and that was more than enough.

The van pulled into the villa\'s yard, and the fighters stepped out, greeted by the cool night breeze.

"Man, I\'m tired," Miles said, stretching his arms wide. "I\'m gonna take a shower and knock off for the day."

A few of the others nodded in agreement, the excitement of the day catching up with them. They were worn out but in high spirits.

"Same here," Dylan chimed in, rubbing the back of his neck. "That fishing trip wore me out more than a full day of sparring."

They all made their way toward the villa, walking slowly, their movements heavy with exhaustion.

As they got closer to the villa, the sound of talking and faint yelling reached their ears, cutting through the quiet night.

One of the fighters, always quick with a joke, smirked. "Are they waiting for us like good parents?"

The others burst into laughter.

"Yeah, ready to scold us for staying out too late," Dylan added with a grin, earning a few more chuckles.


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