SPIRITVS PVGNARE: Alive at Pompeii

STRATVM XI: Seppo funsters channel the ancient luctatori of lore in boisterous form, clad in the meager armament of T-shirts and tube socks in loco at the timeless spectacula.
Grapple, dodge, square and drag.

Clouds of dust kicked up under the Neapolitan sun swirl around the tramping feet shuffling in the sand. Imaginary crowds roar and echo, baying for blood — a drop of which the arena has not seen since Antiquity. The souls of patrons and magisters Valgus and Porcius smile from beyond upon the combative spirit of youth, sparring sine ira.
Perhaps even exalted Mars himself nods in silent benediction.