>>19998495Kasumi came into the interview area. She clapped her hands.
>It's on! Historians have long debated, the Baltimore Plot. The Challenger launch. They have long debated, Prisiclla vs Jade Thorn. But they're not gonna debate this shit. Once I break your fucking neck Ciel. God I can't wait until I hear that *crack*.Kasumi laughs as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her suit jacket.
>It's over for you. You think your fancy French is gonna dissuade me?Kasumi chuckled as turned to light her cigarette. Then, she quickly turned back to the camera with a scowl.
>You're a third tier wrestler clinging to a fifth rate group because you're desperate for fame. Yumi? Reina?! FUCKING LOLA?! You're a fucking joke. Just like all of Deathproof is a joke. I'm glad I stopped throwing fists because the bell rang. You don't deserve the skin off my fists. But. Just. Just this once I'll do you a favor. I'll end your career. Or what you call that dumbass string of matches.Kasumi took a drag off her cigarette.
>But I'll make you famous. Oh ho. Christmas came early. I'll make you famous bitch. You're not taking anything away from me. But I'll make sure you won't take *anything* other than a L from this match.Kasumi took a drag off the cigarette, then held it up to the camera. She held it with two fingers, before dropping it into her palm and crushing it, with a painded expression on her face.
>I'm gonna fuck you up. No excuses this time. No time limit. No RULES. No 'my sister' saving your ass. Deathproof? Again, I'll put that name to the test. Then I'll parade your broken body all over the WWA. BITCH.Kasumi glared at the camera for a few seconds before walking off.