|Gladiator by David H. Franzoni|
|Age (range):||18 - 55|
Proximo: Some of you are thinking you won't fight. And some will think you can't. They all think that. Until they're out there. Listen... Thrust this into another man's flesh and they applaud and love you. And you may even begin to love them back for that. Ultimately, we are all dead men. Sadly, we cannot change that. But we can decide how to end so we are remembered as men.
After five years of scratching around in flea-infested villages we're finally
going back to where we belong. The Colosseum. Oh, you should see it,
Spaniard. Fifty thousand Romans following every move of your sword,
willing you to deliver that one killing blow. The silence before you
strike. The cry that after rising, rising....like a....like storm! As
if you were the thunder god himself.