>>19695843Kasumi walks backstage into the interview area.
>Fuck you Bubblegum Crisis, you got fucking lucky.Kasumi fished out a crushed pack of cigarettes in her pocket, pulling out a heavily bent cigarette and lighting up.
>Ahhhhh...anyway you two whores got fucking lucky. You wanna run out the clock and fuck us around? No, no no no. That's not how that this ends. Fuck both you cunts. I regret saying anything nice about each of you candy obsessed whores. Kasumi takes another drag as an intern hands a beer out to her. Kasumi pushes it away as the intern looks at her with a confused expression
>I SAID FUCK OFF FUCKER!Kasumi screamed at him, starting to take a drag before she dropped the cigarette and clutched her head. She let out a guttural scream before standing upright and cracking her neck to each side. She turned to the camera with a smile.
>I'm going through a bit of a...change...in my life. Unless Bubblegum Crisis are cowards, they'll agree to a tornado tag match. No time limit. I need to win. I need to *BEAT* YOU. I don't think Kelly will disagree with me. I don't think anyone will hate us for challenging you. But people *WILL* hate you for being fucking cowards. Kasumi smiled at the camera, in a way different from her usual manner. More mechanical. More methodical.
>So, I hope you fucking losers aren't scared enough to fight Kelly DiVanna and Ms. O'Brian in a match with no time limits. Or any limits. You're former champions right? Too scared for something hard? Something where I can grind your flesh against steel?Kasumi laughed at the camera.
>I gotta thank you Bubblegum Crisis, you awoke something in me. Something that needs to *WIN*. Something that will tear you piece from piece and make the crowd demanding more.Kasumi smirked at the camera.
>See you soon, Candy, or Lollypop. Or who the fuck ever. Kasumi waved at the camera as she walked off.
