There are two 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 injuries do occur, including permanent ones. The UWFL is not discriminating, and as long as a jobber can enter the ring, she can. She went on about how she wouldnt be able to find another job because of her age, and well, you get the idea of what happened next… At this point I found myself transfixed on his every word. I was no longer angry, but curious. It was obvious what he had implied happened, but I needed details for my own personal reasons. Tell me what happened, I asked him immediately. Well if you really want to know, I came over to console her, right where were standing now, and she started kissing me and. “Remove her gag. I want him to hear her screams,” said the man still holding his manhood at Gabriela’s entrance.Roberto leaped to his feet shaking his fist at the screen saying loudly but trying not to scream, “Why don’t you just fuck her for Christ’s sake and get it over with!”He sat down just as fast utterly confused at yelling that and glad they couldn’t hear him. He watched a different man remove Gabriela’s gag. All the men seemed unusually big. These weren’t your typical Socialist. I quickly turned down the music and cracked open the door. She was a small woman, dark skinned, black, and cute, but obviously a little perturbed.“Can I ask a favor?” she asked, her hands folded across her chest in front of her.“I already turned it down,” I told her, offering an apology.“Thanks,” she replied, turning to walk back to her apartment.“Hey,” I called out, peeking out my open door, “What your name?”“Tashita,” she replied, looking back in my direction as she approached the first step.