The use of the word “fight” is somewhat of a misnomer, as they mainly cater to what their fans like to see: one-sided brutal beatdowns. There are ...wo stables of participants which clearly differentiate their roles - “fighters” and “jobbers”. Patrons can still bet on the matches, but never on the outcome. Instead, they make bets on how long the jobbers can last, how many blows the various parts of their bodies receive, or what injuries they might sustain during the matches.Obviously, severe. Worst case scenario is he spanks us again.’ Monica said with a wicked smile. Jennifer followed and walked to the main house. There were a few people in the main room where the dancing had been going on, all nude, all obviously still sleeping off their sexual activity of the night before. Jennifer glanced around, but made a point of not seeing anything while striving not to step on or wake one of the exhausted orgy participants. Jennifer loaded her tray up with food, like Monica, she was. We said that the bedroom was the only place so we all headed in there with Mack sitting down on the chair in the corner of the room. Ravi then motioned me over and told me to lay face down on the bed and that he would only be a minute as he need to change. He headed into the ensuite and quickly reappeared wearing only a white hotel towel around his waist. I looked at Mack and he just raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.Ravi had an amazing complexion. His skin was a gorgeous golden. As the two were catching up, Sarah brought over the k**s.“Wow,” Edrick said. “Y’all are all grown up!”“That’s what they do,” Greg sighed.“You know what that means don’t you,” Sarah inquired.“No. What,” Edrick asked.“Y’all are getting old,” she laughed.Sarah disappeared and Edrick hugged each of the c***dren. He grabbed a plate and continued talking to his homeboy of thirty-five years. While they stretched the truth, Amari returned asking for some fish. Greg stepped away from the grill looking.