The fighters arrived at the house late in the afternoon.
A black UFA van pulled into the driveway, and the doors slid open. One by one, the men stepped out, carrying duffel bags, backpacks, or just wearing fight gear and flip-flops.
Some took a few seconds to take in the building. It was big, bigger than most expected.
A place you'd rent for a film crew or a retreat. It had two floors, plenty of space inside, and enough open layout to keep cameras moving without interruption.
Most of the guys stayed quiet as they entered. A few whistled. Others just looked around and headed toward the nearest couch or kitchen counter.
There was a staircase on the right, an open living room on the left, and a long hallway that led toward the back of the house where the rooms were split up.
The first thing they all noticed was the space. It wasn't cramped. There wasn't much tension among the fighters..