One night, I had a dream.
But maybe it wasn't a dream. The dream seemed so very real that I can
remember it to this day as though it actually did happen.
In fact, perhaps it wasn't a dream at all and it actually did happen. Perhaps
that dream world is reality and the era I am living in now is the real
fantasy -- a fantasy I will soon awake from and be once again in a place that
remains just as vivid to me now as many of my supposed real-life experiences etched
in my memory.

It was during the days of ancient Rome when gladiators fought to the death in
the arena. Men died by the scores for the entertainment of the masses and
this had happened for many years.
But as the audiences around the Roman empire grew became bored with the usual
arena fights between two men, the various provencial leaders came up with
different types of events to captivate the crowd.
First they shipped in exotic wild beasts from all over the world to fight
with the gladiators. That placated the crowds for awhile, but soon the wild
beasts became rarer and harder to obtain -- as well as expensive. Not to mention
the crowds soon became bored with that as well.
That's when the provincial leaders began to put women who had been captured
and and enslaved during battles involving the Roman army in the arena in fights
to the death with weapons. Of course, at first these were sloppy affairs. But
since many of these women were uncivilized and pretty much barbarians, the
weapons at times were removed and the audiences often watched two beautiful
women fight barehanded in a desperate attempt to render the other woman helpless
to the point that she would be declared the victor.
It was like watching the two gypsy women fighting in the James Bond movie "To
Russia With Love." In a way, it was pretty pitiful to watch two beautiful
women -- scared out of their wits and with no training whatsoever -- fighting
each other hand-to-hand for possibly their very lives. But the crowd seemed to
enjoy it -- especially the men.
When these types of fights first began, the provencial leaders often allowed
the winner to spare the defeated loser. But soon the crowd tired of this and
demanded a much more final decision.
The provencial leader soon realized this and, one fateful day as one
barbarian woman sat atop her obviously defeated foe, having her securely pinned to the
arena ground, the provencial governor surprised us all when, as the
victorious woman looked up for declaration, he gave her the death sign!
I'll never forget the first day the provencial governor called for a woman to
kill another bare handed. The woman who ended up on top looked like the
blond Claudia Schiffer while the woman on the bottom resembled the raven-haired
beauty Cindy Crawford. When "Claudia" looked up and got the death sign, she initially
looked surprised -- while the pinned brunette beneath her looked downright shocked!
But the shock didn't end there. The practice had always been to have the
"significant others" of the two participants close by to watch the event in a
small cage so the crowd could see their reaction to the successes or failures of
their mates during the fights. For this fight, the brunette woman's young husband
was in a cage to watch the fight and when the governor gave the death sign --
meaning his young wife was to die at the hands of her opponent -- he went
absolutely berserk!
I remember "Claudia" then looking down with that same surprised look on her face
at "Cindy" -- who looked up at her in complete shock and began to beg,
screaming, "No! Noo!!"
But Claudia knew the code of the warrioress. The governor ran the show and the
participants obeyed. The blonde paused for only a second and then grabbed the brunette
around the throat with both hands and began to choke her!
The crowd began to cheer as Claudia squeezed, tightening her grip around the
frightened Cindy who desperately tried to turn her head from the right to the
left and desperately tried to free her pinned arms!
I remember that look of sheer terror, fear and horror on the brunette's face as
she kicked her legs out as the blonde leaned more and more into the strangle hold,
at times actually shaking the brunette in an effort to hasten death.
Few people realize how long it takes to choke somebody to death. It doesn't
happen like in the movies. It perhaps is the slowest, most agonizing and most
personal death someone can experience in a hand-to-hand deathfight. A big,
strong man actually needs at least four minutes to strangle a little girl to
death.
That being the case, think how long the much smaller and weaker Claudia took to
finally snuff out Cindy! Cindy was kicking her beautiful legs out, writhing on
the ground, and squealing like a pig and cried her eyes out as death slowly
and agonizingly approached. And the scene dragged on for what I estimated to be
about eight minutes -- every second an experience in sheer torture for Cindy!
And for every moment, Cindy's husband was yelling and crying himself!
But Claudia kept choking Cindy, squeezing her soft throat as tightly as she
could while shaking Cindy by the neck every once in a while, her eyes bugging out
with her face exhuming a savagery and ferociousness that couldn't be described
in words.
Finally, Cindy stopped struggling and went limp. Her eyes were still open
when the blonde had finished choking the life completely over her. Claudia kept choking
Cindy for another 15 seconds or so to make sure she was dead, then stood over
the dead brunette and took a deep breath, brushing the hair out of her eyes and
looking down at her dead foe as the vanquished woman's husband went wild over
sorrow for his slain wife.
The crowd enjoyed the entire scene immensely. From then on, the provencial
governor put on so many death matches involving women that he soon ran out of
slave women to fight.