>>20903959>What goes up-Kasumi picked up an empty beer can and tossed it into the air.
>-must come down. *clank*
Kasumi lit up a cigarette.
>And Maria, you are a very, *very,* *VERY.* STEEP decline. Especially fucking with me. You think I'm angry? YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANGRY YET! FAR FROM IT! BITCH!Kasumi screamed at the camera. She then took a long drag off her cigarette.
>What do you want? Money?Kasumi spoke, smoke escaping her lips. She pulled a money clip with several 100 dollar bills out of her pocket. She pulled them from the clip and tossed them into the air.
>Take the fucking money. I don't give a shit. I got fucking money now. You want the glory? FINE! Beat me. Best me. And you get a title shot at the IC or world title. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!Kasumi yelled at the camera, taking another drag off her cigarette.
>I want something way, *way,* more personal. I wanna stare in your eyes. And watch the hope die. I wanna see the light leave your eyes. As I pin you. And your career is over. I wanna SEE! THAT IDEALISM! THAT OPTIMISM! THAT DESIRE FOR A BETTER FUTURE! I WANNA KILL THAT! I WANNA KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE! When I pin you. And watch it all fade away to dust. *THAT* is what I want.Kasumi took a final drag off her cigarette.
>You're not *fixing* me. I'm not one of your fucking projects. I am a violent, addict, schizophrenic.Kasumi grinned at the camera, tossing her cigarette butt aside.
>I am Miss O'Brian. And yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe I let my temper get the best of me. But maybe. Just maybe. That temper. Is what snaps your *fucking* neck.Kasumi's grin fell into a glare.
>Quit ducking me you old cunt. This ends at Sunrise Over Spaghetti Town. Accept, or I hurt everyone you know. You can play all the mind games you want. You *KNOW* I'm not full of shit.Kasumi stared at the camera. Then she suddenly burst out laughing.
