Post by Tytus Rost on Jul 28, 2024 22:25:42 GMT
The phone call had already been going on for a few minutes when Tytus sighed heavily and rubbed his temple. He looked out over the cityscape of Yokohama from his hotel room, feeling the weight of his upcoming match bearing down on him.
"Tytus, you there?" Berrick's gruff voice crackled through the phone.
"Da, Berrick, I am here," Tytus replied, his accent thick and weary.
"Look, I get it. You just went through hell with Cyrus. You need some downtime, I know that," Berrick said, trying to sound empathetic.
"Da, it is not just that," Tytus began, struggling to find the right words. "This match, against Natasha Walker… I do not feel right about it."
"Natasha Walker? That's what's got you all twisted up?" Berrick's tone was incredulous. "Come on, dude. All's fair in love and war, you know that. If management thinks she's tough enough to handle it, then who are you to say otherwise?"
"It is not about her toughness," Tytus argued, frustration creeping into his voice. "It is about… principles. I do not want to hurt her. This is not like fighting Cyrus or anyone else."
Berrick sighed on the other end of the line. "Look, I get it. You don't want to be the guy who takes down a woman in the ring. But listen, men and women have been separated in this sport for too damn long. If the girls think they can hang with the big boys, then it's up to guys like you to show them what that really means."
"I do not like being used this way," Tytus muttered, shaking his head.
"Used? Come on, Tytus, you're not being used. You're being given an opportunity. A shot at the number one contender spot for the Invictus Championship. That’s a big deal," Berrick countered, his tone turning serious. "And besides, everything's great on the farm. I called in a few favors, got some friends from back east to help out for a few weeks. They're handling things."
Tytus frowned, not entirely convinced. "I do not like how that sounds, Berrick. Who are these friends?"
"Relax, big guy. They're good people. Just trust me on this one," Berrick said, trying to soothe Tytus's concerns. "And anyway, you need to focus on the match. Natasha's tough, but if she’s in the ring, she's there to fight. You give her anything less than your best, and that’s disrespectful to her and to yourself."
Tytus let out a deep breath, knowing Berrick was right, even if he didn't like it. "You are right, Berrick. If management believes she is ready, I must trust their judgment. But still, if something happens…"
"Nothing’s gonna happen. You’re a professional. Just do what you do best. Fight hard, fight fair. That's all anyone can ask of you," Berrick reassured him. "And hey, why don't you call Katya? She’ll tell you the same thing, just with a cuter accent."
A small smile tugged at Tytus's lips despite his mood. "Da, Katya always knows what to say."
"Damn right she does. Now, go get some rest. You've got a big match ahead, and I want you at your best. No half-assing it," Berrick said firmly.
"I will do my best, Berrick. Spasibo, my friend," Tytus replied, feeling a bit more resolved.
"Anytime, big guy. Go get 'em," Berrick said before hanging up.
Tytus stared at the phone for a moment, then dialed Katya's number. As he waited for her to pick up, he let Berrick's words sink in. The challenge ahead was daunting, but he had faced worse. And if Natasha Walker was stepping into the ring, she deserved nothing less than his full effort.
The phone rang a few times before Katya's cheerful voice answered. "Privet, Tytus!"
"Privet, Katya," Tytus said, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him at the sound of her voice. "I need to talk to you about something."
Tytus sits in a dimly lit room, a single light illuminating his chiseled face. He looks directly into the camera, his intense gaze piercing through the lens. His presence is imposing, his muscular frame casting a shadow that seems to engulf the room. He takes a deep breath, ready to address Natasha Walker and the world watching.
"Natasha Walker," Tytus begins, his voice deep and resonant. "I want to start by congratulating you. It is no small feat to earn an opportunity like this. You have proven yourself time and time again in the ring, showing resilience, skill, and heart. You have qualities that make a true champion. Your determination, your drive, and your never-say-die attitude are commendable."
He pauses, letting his words sink in. His tone is sincere, and there is a hint of admiration in his voice. "You have faced many challenges and overcome them with grace and strength. Your victory against some of the toughest competitors in this industry has not gone unnoticed. You have earned your spot, and for that, you deserve respect."
Tytus shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly. The tone of his voice begins to change, becoming more serious and intense. "But Natasha, while I respect your abilities and your accomplishments, I must also be honest with you. This match... it will be unlike anything you have faced before."
His eyes narrow, and a shadow seems to cross his face. "I am not just another opponent. I am not just another challenge. I am a force of nature, an unstoppable juggernaut. In that ring, I am not a man; I am a monster. And monsters do not show mercy."
Tytus's voice grows colder, each word dripping with a sense of foreboding. "You see, Natasha, greater men than you have tried to stand against me. They have come into the ring with confidence, with fire in their eyes, believing they could take me down. And one by one, they have fallen. They have crumbled under the weight of my power, my strength, my relentlessness."
He leans back, his face now partially obscured by shadow. "You have heart, Natasha. You have courage. But heart and courage will only get you so far when you are standing across from a beast like me. In that ring, it is not about how hard you can hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. And believe me, I hit harder than anyone you have ever faced."
Tytus's expression becomes more menacing, his eyes darkening with a fierce determination. "I am bigger, stronger, and tougher than you, Natasha. This is not an insult; it is a fact. I am built for destruction, for domination. I am not here to play games or to show off. I am here to win, to break, to conquer."
He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment. "You have faced many opponents, Natasha, but none like me. You have never felt the kind of pain I can inflict, the kind of fear I can instill. When we step into that ring, you will understand what it means to face a true monster. You will feel the weight of every punch, every slam, every hold. And you will realize that this is not just a match; this is a war."
Tytus's voice lowers to a near growl, his words slow and deliberate. "I will push you to your limits, Natasha. I will test your resolve, your strength, your will. I will make you question why you ever stepped into that ring with me. And when it is over, when you are lying on the mat, broken and beaten, you will understand what it means to face the true power of Tytus Rost."
He sits back, a grim smile playing on his lips. "But do not misunderstand me, Natasha. This is not personal. This is not about you as a person; it is about you as a competitor. You have earned this opportunity, and for that, I commend you. But earning the opportunity and surviving it are two very different things."
Tytus's expression softens slightly, but the intensity in his eyes remains. "I want you to know that despite what will happen in that ring, I will still respect you. I will still be proud of you for having the courage to face me. It takes a special kind of competitor to step into the ring with someone like me, knowing what is at stake, knowing the risks."
He leans forward again, his face now fully illuminated by the light. "But make no mistake, Natasha. When that bell rings, there will be no mercy, no hesitation. I will come at you with everything I have, with all the power and fury that I possess. I will not hold back, and I will not stop until you are down and out."
Tytus's voice is a low, menacing rumble. "You will feel the full force of the Russian Lion, and you will understand why I am feared in this ring. You will experience pain like never before, and you will know what it means to face a true monster. This is not a game, Natasha. This is not a test. This is a battle, and I intend to win."
He stands up, towering over the camera, his presence even more imposing. "But remember this, Natasha. When it is all said and done, when the dust has settled, I will still respect you for stepping into that ring. I will still be proud of you for trying. But trying is not enough. In that ring, only the strong survive. And I am the strongest."
Tytus's eyes bore into the camera, his final words echoing in the dimly lit room. "Good luck, Natasha. You are going to need it."
With that, Tytus turns and walks away, leaving the camera focused on the empty chair he once occupied. The room is silent, but the weight of his words lingers in the air, a chilling reminder of the battle that lies ahead.
"Of course, Tytus. What is on your mind?" Katya's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the bustling sounds of Yokohama outside Tytus's window.
"It is about my match this week," Tytus began, struggling to put his feelings into words. "I am to face Natasha Walker. I do not feel right about it, Katya."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Katya spoke. "Tytus, I understand your concerns. But you must remember, Natasha is a professional, just like you. She knows what she is getting into."
"Da, I know," Tytus sighed. "But what if something happens? What if I hurt her?"
Katya's tone remained calm and soothing. "Tytus, you have always been a respectful and honorable fighter. You would never intentionally hurt someone. And Natasha knows the risks. She has chosen to step into the ring, knowing full well what it entails."
"It is not about intentions, Katya. It is about the potential for harm," Tytus said, frustration evident in his voice.
"I know, my love," Katya replied softly. "But you cannot let fear of what might happen stop you from doing what you do best. If Natasha is strong enough to be in the ring with you, then you must respect her strength by giving her your all."
Tytus rubbed his forehead, trying to clear his thoughts. "Berrick said the same thing. That men and women have been separated in this sport for too long. That if Natasha believes she can compete, I must show her the reality."
"Don't tell him I said this, but Berrick is right," Katya agreed. "It is not about proving she cannot handle it. It is about showing her respect by treating her as an equal. You would not hold back against Cyrus or anyone else. Why should you hold back against Natasha?"
"Because she is a woman," Tytus said bluntly, his voice heavy with conviction.
"And that is precisely why you must not hold back," Katya countered gently. "If you treat her differently because she is a woman, you are not respecting her as a competitor. Natasha has earned her place in this match. She deserves to be treated with the same respect you would give any opponent."
Tytus was silent for a moment, absorbing Katya's words. "You always know what to say, Katya."
Katya chuckled softly. "That is because I know you so well, Tytus. I know your heart. You are a good man, a strong fighter. You would never do anything dishonorable. Trust in yourself, and trust in Natasha's strength."
Tytus nodded, even though she could not see him. "You are right, Katya. I must trust in my skills and in Natasha's abilities. I will give her the respect she deserves by giving her my best."
"That is all anyone can ask of you," Katya said warmly. "And remember, Tytus, you are not alone in this. You have me, you have Berrick. We believe in you."
"Spasibo, Katya," Tytus said, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Your words mean everything to me."
"You are welcome, Tytus. Now go and prepare for your match. Show Natasha and everyone else what you are capable of," Katya encouraged him.
"I will, Katya. I promise," Tytus said, a small smile forming on his lips.
"I know you will. I love you, Tytus," Katya said softly.
"I love you too, Katya. Do svidaniya," Tytus replied, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around him like a comforting embrace.
"Do svidaniya, Tytus. Call me after your match," Katya said before the call ended.
Tytus put down the phone and took a deep breath. The weight of his upcoming match still lingered, but with the support of Katya and Berrick, he felt ready to face it head-on. Natasha Walker was a formidable opponent, but Tytus knew he had the strength and determination to rise to the challenge. He would give her his best, not out of a sense of duty, but out of respect for her as a competitor.
As he looked out over the city of Yokohama, Tytus felt a renewed sense of purpose. The beauty of the city might be lost on him in his current state, but the importance of the battle ahead was crystal clear. He would face Natasha Walker with the same intensity and respect he brought to every match, knowing that this was the true test of his character.
"Tytus, you there?" Berrick's gruff voice crackled through the phone.
"Da, Berrick, I am here," Tytus replied, his accent thick and weary.
"Look, I get it. You just went through hell with Cyrus. You need some downtime, I know that," Berrick said, trying to sound empathetic.
"Da, it is not just that," Tytus began, struggling to find the right words. "This match, against Natasha Walker… I do not feel right about it."
"Natasha Walker? That's what's got you all twisted up?" Berrick's tone was incredulous. "Come on, dude. All's fair in love and war, you know that. If management thinks she's tough enough to handle it, then who are you to say otherwise?"
"It is not about her toughness," Tytus argued, frustration creeping into his voice. "It is about… principles. I do not want to hurt her. This is not like fighting Cyrus or anyone else."
Berrick sighed on the other end of the line. "Look, I get it. You don't want to be the guy who takes down a woman in the ring. But listen, men and women have been separated in this sport for too damn long. If the girls think they can hang with the big boys, then it's up to guys like you to show them what that really means."
"I do not like being used this way," Tytus muttered, shaking his head.
"Used? Come on, Tytus, you're not being used. You're being given an opportunity. A shot at the number one contender spot for the Invictus Championship. That’s a big deal," Berrick countered, his tone turning serious. "And besides, everything's great on the farm. I called in a few favors, got some friends from back east to help out for a few weeks. They're handling things."
Tytus frowned, not entirely convinced. "I do not like how that sounds, Berrick. Who are these friends?"
"Relax, big guy. They're good people. Just trust me on this one," Berrick said, trying to soothe Tytus's concerns. "And anyway, you need to focus on the match. Natasha's tough, but if she’s in the ring, she's there to fight. You give her anything less than your best, and that’s disrespectful to her and to yourself."
Tytus let out a deep breath, knowing Berrick was right, even if he didn't like it. "You are right, Berrick. If management believes she is ready, I must trust their judgment. But still, if something happens…"
"Nothing’s gonna happen. You’re a professional. Just do what you do best. Fight hard, fight fair. That's all anyone can ask of you," Berrick reassured him. "And hey, why don't you call Katya? She’ll tell you the same thing, just with a cuter accent."
A small smile tugged at Tytus's lips despite his mood. "Da, Katya always knows what to say."
"Damn right she does. Now, go get some rest. You've got a big match ahead, and I want you at your best. No half-assing it," Berrick said firmly.
"I will do my best, Berrick. Spasibo, my friend," Tytus replied, feeling a bit more resolved.
"Anytime, big guy. Go get 'em," Berrick said before hanging up.
Tytus stared at the phone for a moment, then dialed Katya's number. As he waited for her to pick up, he let Berrick's words sink in. The challenge ahead was daunting, but he had faced worse. And if Natasha Walker was stepping into the ring, she deserved nothing less than his full effort.
The phone rang a few times before Katya's cheerful voice answered. "Privet, Tytus!"
"Privet, Katya," Tytus said, feeling a wave of warmth wash over him at the sound of her voice. "I need to talk to you about something."
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Tytus sits in a dimly lit room, a single light illuminating his chiseled face. He looks directly into the camera, his intense gaze piercing through the lens. His presence is imposing, his muscular frame casting a shadow that seems to engulf the room. He takes a deep breath, ready to address Natasha Walker and the world watching.
"Natasha Walker," Tytus begins, his voice deep and resonant. "I want to start by congratulating you. It is no small feat to earn an opportunity like this. You have proven yourself time and time again in the ring, showing resilience, skill, and heart. You have qualities that make a true champion. Your determination, your drive, and your never-say-die attitude are commendable."
He pauses, letting his words sink in. His tone is sincere, and there is a hint of admiration in his voice. "You have faced many challenges and overcome them with grace and strength. Your victory against some of the toughest competitors in this industry has not gone unnoticed. You have earned your spot, and for that, you deserve respect."
Tytus shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly. The tone of his voice begins to change, becoming more serious and intense. "But Natasha, while I respect your abilities and your accomplishments, I must also be honest with you. This match... it will be unlike anything you have faced before."
His eyes narrow, and a shadow seems to cross his face. "I am not just another opponent. I am not just another challenge. I am a force of nature, an unstoppable juggernaut. In that ring, I am not a man; I am a monster. And monsters do not show mercy."
Tytus's voice grows colder, each word dripping with a sense of foreboding. "You see, Natasha, greater men than you have tried to stand against me. They have come into the ring with confidence, with fire in their eyes, believing they could take me down. And one by one, they have fallen. They have crumbled under the weight of my power, my strength, my relentlessness."
He leans back, his face now partially obscured by shadow. "You have heart, Natasha. You have courage. But heart and courage will only get you so far when you are standing across from a beast like me. In that ring, it is not about how hard you can hit. It is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. And believe me, I hit harder than anyone you have ever faced."
Tytus's expression becomes more menacing, his eyes darkening with a fierce determination. "I am bigger, stronger, and tougher than you, Natasha. This is not an insult; it is a fact. I am built for destruction, for domination. I am not here to play games or to show off. I am here to win, to break, to conquer."
He pauses, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment. "You have faced many opponents, Natasha, but none like me. You have never felt the kind of pain I can inflict, the kind of fear I can instill. When we step into that ring, you will understand what it means to face a true monster. You will feel the weight of every punch, every slam, every hold. And you will realize that this is not just a match; this is a war."
Tytus's voice lowers to a near growl, his words slow and deliberate. "I will push you to your limits, Natasha. I will test your resolve, your strength, your will. I will make you question why you ever stepped into that ring with me. And when it is over, when you are lying on the mat, broken and beaten, you will understand what it means to face the true power of Tytus Rost."
He sits back, a grim smile playing on his lips. "But do not misunderstand me, Natasha. This is not personal. This is not about you as a person; it is about you as a competitor. You have earned this opportunity, and for that, I commend you. But earning the opportunity and surviving it are two very different things."
Tytus's expression softens slightly, but the intensity in his eyes remains. "I want you to know that despite what will happen in that ring, I will still respect you. I will still be proud of you for having the courage to face me. It takes a special kind of competitor to step into the ring with someone like me, knowing what is at stake, knowing the risks."
He leans forward again, his face now fully illuminated by the light. "But make no mistake, Natasha. When that bell rings, there will be no mercy, no hesitation. I will come at you with everything I have, with all the power and fury that I possess. I will not hold back, and I will not stop until you are down and out."
Tytus's voice is a low, menacing rumble. "You will feel the full force of the Russian Lion, and you will understand why I am feared in this ring. You will experience pain like never before, and you will know what it means to face a true monster. This is not a game, Natasha. This is not a test. This is a battle, and I intend to win."
He stands up, towering over the camera, his presence even more imposing. "But remember this, Natasha. When it is all said and done, when the dust has settled, I will still respect you for stepping into that ring. I will still be proud of you for trying. But trying is not enough. In that ring, only the strong survive. And I am the strongest."
Tytus's eyes bore into the camera, his final words echoing in the dimly lit room. "Good luck, Natasha. You are going to need it."
With that, Tytus turns and walks away, leaving the camera focused on the empty chair he once occupied. The room is silent, but the weight of his words lingers in the air, a chilling reminder of the battle that lies ahead.
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"Of course, Tytus. What is on your mind?" Katya's voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the bustling sounds of Yokohama outside Tytus's window.
"It is about my match this week," Tytus began, struggling to put his feelings into words. "I am to face Natasha Walker. I do not feel right about it, Katya."
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Katya spoke. "Tytus, I understand your concerns. But you must remember, Natasha is a professional, just like you. She knows what she is getting into."
"Da, I know," Tytus sighed. "But what if something happens? What if I hurt her?"
Katya's tone remained calm and soothing. "Tytus, you have always been a respectful and honorable fighter. You would never intentionally hurt someone. And Natasha knows the risks. She has chosen to step into the ring, knowing full well what it entails."
"It is not about intentions, Katya. It is about the potential for harm," Tytus said, frustration evident in his voice.
"I know, my love," Katya replied softly. "But you cannot let fear of what might happen stop you from doing what you do best. If Natasha is strong enough to be in the ring with you, then you must respect her strength by giving her your all."
Tytus rubbed his forehead, trying to clear his thoughts. "Berrick said the same thing. That men and women have been separated in this sport for too long. That if Natasha believes she can compete, I must show her the reality."
"Don't tell him I said this, but Berrick is right," Katya agreed. "It is not about proving she cannot handle it. It is about showing her respect by treating her as an equal. You would not hold back against Cyrus or anyone else. Why should you hold back against Natasha?"
"Because she is a woman," Tytus said bluntly, his voice heavy with conviction.
"And that is precisely why you must not hold back," Katya countered gently. "If you treat her differently because she is a woman, you are not respecting her as a competitor. Natasha has earned her place in this match. She deserves to be treated with the same respect you would give any opponent."
Tytus was silent for a moment, absorbing Katya's words. "You always know what to say, Katya."
Katya chuckled softly. "That is because I know you so well, Tytus. I know your heart. You are a good man, a strong fighter. You would never do anything dishonorable. Trust in yourself, and trust in Natasha's strength."
Tytus nodded, even though she could not see him. "You are right, Katya. I must trust in my skills and in Natasha's abilities. I will give her the respect she deserves by giving her my best."
"That is all anyone can ask of you," Katya said warmly. "And remember, Tytus, you are not alone in this. You have me, you have Berrick. We believe in you."
"Spasibo, Katya," Tytus said, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Your words mean everything to me."
"You are welcome, Tytus. Now go and prepare for your match. Show Natasha and everyone else what you are capable of," Katya encouraged him.
"I will, Katya. I promise," Tytus said, a small smile forming on his lips.
"I know you will. I love you, Tytus," Katya said softly.
"I love you too, Katya. Do svidaniya," Tytus replied, feeling the warmth of her words wrap around him like a comforting embrace.
"Do svidaniya, Tytus. Call me after your match," Katya said before the call ended.
Tytus put down the phone and took a deep breath. The weight of his upcoming match still lingered, but with the support of Katya and Berrick, he felt ready to face it head-on. Natasha Walker was a formidable opponent, but Tytus knew he had the strength and determination to rise to the challenge. He would give her his best, not out of a sense of duty, but out of respect for her as a competitor.
As he looked out over the city of Yokohama, Tytus felt a renewed sense of purpose. The beauty of the city might be lost on him in his current state, but the importance of the battle ahead was crystal clear. He would face Natasha Walker with the same intensity and respect he brought to every match, knowing that this was the true test of his character.
Well howdy there pardner.