While Damon was taking a hard punch in the ring, his family and friends were enjoying a much morefortable time across town in the apartment that Victor had set up for Damon and his mother.


    They were all in therge living room.


    The ce had be a sanctuary for Damon and his mother, a far cry from their difficult past.


    On therge, plush sofa, the whole squad was there, leaning forward as they watched the fight unfold on the big screen.


    Ty, Ash, Ashley, Joey, and Svena sat together, eyes glued to the TV.


    Damon''s friends had been invited over by his mother for what had be a regr event, watching Damon''s fights as a group and making a day of it.


    Victor, always theposed and calcted man, sat on a single sofa off to the side, dressed casually for once.


    He watched the fight with a calm demeanor, though those who knew him well could sense his underlying tension.


    In the kitchen, Aoife was chatting with another woman, who stood beside her, both preparing snacks for the group.


    The woman had elegant blonde hair and moved with a natural grace, Victor''s wife, Macey.


    She and Aoife had quickly be close friends, often bonding over their shared worries about the men in their lives.


    Back in the living room, the energy was tense.


    The moment on the screen was intense, Damon had just been hit with a gut punch from Kofi, and everyone in the room winced.


    "Oh, damn!" Joey shouted, gripping the edge of the couch. "That looked like it hurt."


    Ty leaned forward, his eyes wide. "He''s fine. Come on, man, get up, Damon!"


    As usual, Svena kept her cool and paid attention.


    She crossed her arms and looked straight ahead. "He''s been hit harder before," she said quietly, but it was clear that she was scared.


    Victor didn''t say a word, his eyes never leaving the screen.


    His jaw clenched slightly, but he remainedposed.


    Aoife and Macey walked in from the kitchen, holding trays of drinks and snacks, just as the fight on the screen escted.


    "Is he okay?" Aoife asked, concern creeping into her voice as she set the tray down on the table.


    She wiped her hands nervously on her apron, her eyes fixed on the TV.


    "He''ll be fine," Victor said finally, his voice calm but firm. "Damon''s tough. He knows what he''s doing."


    Despite the cozy setting, it was as if they were all there in the cage with him, feeling every blow, every struggle.


    The tension in the living room spiked when Damon was lifted off his feet and mmed into the cage with a resounding thud.


    The collective gasp was almost louder than the TV itself.


    Aoife, unable to bear seeing her son take such punishment, grabbed Macey''s hand and pulled her from the room, muttering, "I can''t watch this." Macey followed, offering a sympathetic nod, but her own face betrayed concern.


    In the living room, the rest of the group watched in shock as Kofi pounded down with hammerfists.


    "No, no, no!" Ty yelled, clenching his fists.


    Joey leaned forward, almost off the couch. "Get out of there, man, get out!"


    Just when it seemed like the fight was slipping away, Damon, battered but not broken, twisted free and stumbled to his feet. Relief washed over everyone.


    Svena let out a long breath she hadn''t realized she was holding.


    Her hand rested on her chest, and a small smile of relief crept across her face.


    Victor, who had been sitting rigidly, finally let his body rx, a subtle smile on his face. "That''s more like it," he muttered, though it was mostly to himself.


    And then, the next moment froze them all in ce.


    Kofi, like a charging bull, ran full speed at Damon, who was still leaning against the cage.


    But instead of panic, Damon timed his move perfectly, lifting his knee at thest second.


    "PAAAH!" The impact was audible through the speakers, and the room erupted.


    Ash shot up from the couch, grinning from ear to ear. "That''s it! It''s over!" he shouted, his excitement contagious.


    Victor allowed himself a wider smile, the tension visibly leaving his body as if a weight had been lifted. "Well done," he whispered, nodding in approval.


    Svena blushed, but quickly masked it, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.


    Her eyes, however, remained fixed on Damon on the screen, pride and admiration flickering across her face.


    But just as they thought Damon would finish Kofi off with strikes, something unexpected happened.


    Damon went for a choke instead of pummeling Kofi to the ground.


    Joey squinted at the screen, confused. "Wait, why is he going for a choke?"


    Ash tilted his head. "What? Just knock him out, bro!"


    Even Ty was baffled. "Is he…why would he do that?"


    The room quieted as they watched Damon lock in the rear-naked choke, his technique unorthodox but effective.


    Kofi''s body slowly went limp, and when Hank Binn rushed in to stop the fight, the room exploded in cheers.


    "He did it!" Joey yelled, jumping up and down. "He freaking did it!"


    Victor stood from his seat, pping slowly but proudly. "That''s my boy," he said softly, a wide grin spreading across his face.


    Ty and Ash high-fived, their energy through the roof as they yelled and celebrated.


    Svena smiled, her blush returning as she watched Damon''s victory on the screen.


    Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and something more, though she kept it hidden from the others.


    As Aoife and Macey returned to the living room, hearing the noise, Aoife immediately asked, "What happened?"


    Joey spun around with a big grin. "He won! Damon won!"


    Aoife''s face lit up with relief and pride as she brought her hands to her chest. "I knew he would."


    The whole room buzzed with excitement, and for a moment, it felt like they were all there in the cage with Damon, celebrating a victory that was not just his, but theirs as well.


    Because it was.