>>19384480Kanako walked in the backstage area, looking for Nika with a folder in her hand. Prophet told her to give it her to Nika, who she hadn't been able to find backstage. It was concerning before their match, worrying her. Her usual smile was gone, with a glare replacing it. Much of Carmody's promo bothered her, not just the personal attacks.
"Ms. Leichenburg!" An interviewer stopped her.
>What!?Kanako replied, with an annoyed look on her face.
"Oh, uh, we just wanted a comment on what Carmod-" The interviewer started to ask.
>Oh how surprising.Kanako interrupted, crossing her arms.
>I'm not falling for your taunts Carmody. I've had way more dangerous people say way worse about me.Kanako started, her expression betraying her words.
>I didn't even want this match, YOU did. Spare us the woe is me act. I made mistakes, sure. And I probably could've fixed them better. But clearly a lot of this resentment was built up. I've been nothing but nice to you, I wasn't going to do anything to you, until YOU wanted this match. I am not Nika, she is my partner. Even if I don't appreciate you hanging around scum, that's fine, I can just keep to myself. I can't force Nika to apologize to you but I tried. But now I'm glad she didn't. Nika isn't my friend, she never claimed to be my friend.Kanako took a deep breath.
>If you really hate me that much, if my presence really disgusts you so much that you have to leave the dojo you care about...maybe you never really cared about it at all. Maybe you're a liar too, still trying to spin yourself into the good girl. That's fine, let's see who buys that crap.>Kanako looked away from the camera, down the hall. She saw Nika watching. >I only planned on trying to break one neck tonight. Now I'll try to break two. You fucking bitch. Kanako said as she walked off.
