The team packed up quickly after the whirlwind of fight week. LA had been loud, hectic, and draining, but the job was done.
Damon defended his belt, survived the press storm, and now all that was left was the quiet return home.
The flight out was early morning. Damon kept his hood low as they moved through the private terminal, Svetlana pushing Ava's stroller while Victor and Joey handled bags.
Even in a quieter setting, a few fans managed to wave from behind the barriers, shouting Damon's name. He gave them a nod, but he looked eager to get moving.
The flight itself was calm. Ava curled against Svetlana and fell asleep halfway through, while Damon leaned back in his seat, headphones in, replaying moments from the fight in his head.
Joey scrolled through his phone, smiling every time another headline or Chirper clip came up.
By the time the plane touched down, the sun was setting over the California coast. The air in Santa Monica felt different, lighter, calmer.
