The Colosseum roars with excitement as two,lightly armoured warriors are entangled in a violent confrontation. The thrust of one's trident against their opponent's shield can be faintly heard over the cheers and taunts that emit concentrically around the gladiators. The contemptuous emperor that sits high above the battle ground observing the killing field and sipping from his golden chalice, raises his arm and orders the guards below. The malicious minions heave a rusty, cold chain and a dark pit begins to emerge in the middle of the oval.
The warriors continue to deal blows to one another unaware of the added dangers that are now in play. Suddenly, a vicious, blood thirsty tiger pounces out of the pit and drags its deadly claws down the back of the gladiator. The warrior drops to his knees and his cries of excruciating pain now blanket the cheers of the sadistic horde. His vision begins to fade and the last, blurry image he sees, is the approaching swing of his opponents, razor sharp battle axe.