When Caesar built the coliseum...
He offered to the mob of Rome mindless entertainment. He distracted them with games and spectacle while he took away their freedom. They would be seduced by the sight of blood, gladiators fighting to the death, while he solidified control over the Roman empire. He would give them death and they would love him for it. Are you not entertained?
We, who choose to enter the ring, to distract them, the mob, we cannot blame them for their thirst for blood. We must let them have their theatre, make them believe they own that which they are being fed. One scene and they are filled for many days. Pictures for them to dissect and analyze. Words for them to chew on and spit out. Mugshots, felon, criminal - oh, but to watch them pounce on a carcass, strip it to the bone and shred it to pieces.
Is she or is she not to be seen? They did not want her, she did not fit, she did not belong. A trap was opened for them and they went to it willingly, never knowing she had simply stepped aside to let them fall. Maybe, she understood what it was to be a gladiator, maybe she was not willing to become enslaved for the amusement of them all.
I see hunger in their eyes, they will not settle merely for blood - death is what they have come to watch. I will wage battle for them. I will endure their sticks, their stones, their sharpened weapons because freedom is still there for me to be had. Eventually, I will remove my armour and they will find out who I am. And when they do they will chant 'live, live, live.'
I trust they will see why I have come to the ring, great victories already won along the way. They will find out I have heard words far sharper than theirs, seen hungrier eyes. I know they know not what they speak. All that is required then is my patience, with patience I will continue to rise.