FIGHT NIGHT
The minibus pulled into the parking lot, and the excitent was palpable.
This wasn't the TSF bus, but a private ride for Damon's closest supporters.
As the vehicle ca to a stop, the door slid open and Ash sprang out, stretching his arms above his head.
"Ahh, that was a ride," he exclaid, shaking out his limbs.
Behind him ca his twin sister Ashley, followed by Tyr, who squeezed his large fra through the door, and Joey, who hopped out after him.
Svetlana was the last to step out, her gaze absorbing the arena's busy ambiance.
With Ashley being a UFA fighter and Victor having a storied past as a forr fighter, securing front-row seats was effortless.
They were in the Madison Square Garden parking lot, where there was a lot of noise and excitent in the wind.
"So, the adults didn't co?" Ash remarked, glancing around.
Ashley laughed. "Well, Lana's parents decided to go on a date tonight, and Damon's mom didn't want to watch her son fighting. Can't really bla her for that."
Ash backed away and held up his hands in a false defense. "Hey, I'm not complaining, just making an observation. But, for the record, after the show, I'm not heading back to the hotel."
The others rolled their eyes, while Tyr grinned, appearing to share Ash's enthusiasm for the night ahead.
As they walked toward the arena, Ash glanced at Svetlana with a playful smirk. "Lana, no need to be nervous. I'm sure your boyfriend is going to win this one, he–"
Before he could finish his sentence, Svetlana's hand smacked the back of his head. "He's not my boyfriend, Ash!" she snapped, though there was a hint of a blush on her cheeks.
Ash grinned and rubbed the back of his head where Svetlana had smacked him. "Hey, hey, I'm just joking! Jeez, Tyr, you better watch out for this one. Damon might have to worry about violence if he loses tonight."
Ashley grabbed Ash by the ear and started pulling him along. "Enough ssing around. We need to get inside. Victor paid a lot for those front-row tickets, so let's not waste them."
As they made their way towards the entrance, Joey was practically bouncing on his toes. "I can't believe I'm actually here... Madison Square Garden, baby! Ash, you know any good clubs around here?"
Ash's eyes lit up instantly, like he had just found a kindred spirit. "Oh, I know a few spots. Don't worry, Joey, I'll show you the best places after Damon gets that win."
Svetlana rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling as the group moved forward, the iconic arena standing ahead of them.
They could all sense both anxiety and anticipation in the atmosphere; this was going to be a morable evening.
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On the other side of the parking lot, a car ca to a halt, and the doors opened.
A man stepped out first, followed quickly by a boy about 14 years old who dashed out excitedly. "Co on, Mom, Dad! We're gonna miss the show!"
"Hold on, Matthew!" a motherly voice called out, stern yet gentle.
The boy froze in his tracks, glancing back with a sheepish smile.
The man chuckled, patting Matthew on the shoulder. "Easy there, champ. We've got plenty of ti. You don't want to get separated in this crowd, do you?"
Matthew took a deep breath and slowed down, falling in line with his parents as they made their way toward the entrance, his excitent barely contained as he eagerly anticipated the event ahead.
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