They packed their bags with the kind of quiet efficiency that came from doing it a hundred times before.
Victor was with them, already waiting in the lobby, his ever-present calm keeping things steady. He handled the final check-out, leaving Damon and Svetlana to focus on themselves.
Damon glanced around the room one last time. The championship medal rested snug in his carry-on. The belt had its own custom case, courtesy of the World MMA Association. Everything else was packed tight.
He was ready to leave England.
And ready for what was next.
Ireland had shown him love.
After the tournament, the Irish officials and fans had welcomed him like a returning hero.
They'd gifted him things, plaques, custom gear, even a handcrafted pendant with the Irish crest on it.
But it was more than the gifts.
It was the pride in their voices when they called him their champion.
Damon had been requested to come home to Ireland for a few days after the tournament, and he did.
