Ciorsdan stalked in the small cage as it was lowered into the ring, a grave scowl locked in his rugged features.  He spat in contempt as the crowd booed at his arrival, imperialist dogs, the lot of them.  He'll show them what passion really meant, what price he was willing to pay for freedom, what price he would be willing to extract from his screaming victims.  A wicked smile crossed his lips as the woman taunted him from the opposite cage, he merely pointed at her with his thick fingers and made a motion across his neck, and a second motion with his hips.<br/><br/>He lunged forward, grabbing at the bars as they began to recede upward, giving the impression that he had ripped the cage open.  His tall, muscular frame quickly became apparent as he stalked out of the cage, straightening up from the stooped posture.  Raising his arms, he bellowed the traditional Irish warcry from time immemorial "Erin-go-braugh!"<em>Ireland forever!</em>. Then he lowered his hulking body into a crouch and charged at his female opponent.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.racheshop.de/product_images/images/big/109929_gladiator_big.jpg)</div>