>>19223961Kasumi stumbled into the interview area, falling to one knee while breathing heavily. She snapped at an intern off camera, who already had a beer in hand. Catching it, she eagerly popped it open and chugged it. Burping, she pulled herself up with wobbling legs.
>Fuckin hell that was tough. Remembered why I like ya Maverick, you beat the hell outta me. But I won this time too. Not easily, but I won.Kasumi gently tossed the empty beer can off camera.
>Now, I don't know about this whole Bad Company business, but-Kasumi put a hand on her inner shoulder, rocking her head to the opposite side to crack her neck.
>-seems like you're not into my offer of joining us. Fair enough, your loss.Kasumi shrugged, but with a smile.
>Now my chances of winning this shit are the same as a toddler's fighting an attack dog, but I'm not dropping out. Not that I ever run from a fight but I certainly can't run from you Kelly.Kasumi pulled out her pack of cigarettes, lighting up.
>I saw you watching me while I was training for this. Guess I didn't train hard enough. But, I know you weren't watching me just for moral support. Trying to get an idea of how I fight, right?Kasumi took a drag off her cigarette.
>Here's the problem with that. Half the time I'M not thinking about what I'm doing in that ring either. I just fight, and generally kick the shit outta people. So if I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing, how do you expect to predict that?Kasumi smirked.
>I laid it out to Cassie, same deal goes for you. This is our first fight, but I'm not going to lay down or take it easy on you. You know me well enough to know that, so bring your best. You got more points than me, and I intend to change that. Tournament or no tournament, I needed to fight you for a while now anyway. This is just a convient excuse now. Nothing personal when I drop you on your head with a Schizoplex.Kasumi flicked her cigarette butt at the camera and walked off with a slight limp.
