"Hello, John."


"We're due to do battle soon. Destined to meet in the ring on Saturday Night Savage."


"Fated to fight."


"Should be fun."


"One thing I want to clarify though, based on the title of your promo. I'm not sure who has the final decision on that, if it's you or your manager Robert but it seems someone thinks I'm a 'mutant' and I wanted to tell you, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes, I have powers and certain abilities that make me different from others and yes, I was born with these gifts, even though they only recently manifested or rather, made themselves known to me. That does not in any way, shape or form, mean I am a 'mutant' or a 'meta human' or whatever comic book reference you might have. This is the real world, those individuals are usually referred to as 'advanced humans' anyway. Still, even that isn't an accurate description of me. You see, I am a Water Elemental, that's a species, a race of beings. My powers don't stem from a mutated gene or cell, it comes from simply being born a Water Elemental. Granted, I have not met another of my kind and in truth, don't even know where to precisely look to even begin to search for them. Since, I was left on my parents' doorstep and later adopted, I never got the chance to know my kind or even learn about their culture."


"If it wasn't for Azrael Erebus, I would be completely clueless and more than likely believe that my powers indicated that I was merely a human with extraordinary abilities. Luckily, I had a friend to aid in my education and one day, I hope to locate where my kind live and dwell here on Earth. If only to understand even more about myself and achieve a sense of true belonging. Instead of being an outsider. It would also be amazing to get to meet my real, birth parents but I fear, if they abandoned me... on a doorstep, no less. They must have had a reason and it couldn't have been a good one. Which also makes me wonder if any of my kind even exists, at all anymore or if I am truly, the last of my species. It's a sad thought. One that troubles me to this very day. Luckily, I have my son and boyfriend, Donovan to help keep me strong. Along with my parents and the rest of my family. Though they might not be blood, I grew up knowing them all my life, their support and love has always been there and I am fortunate for that. In my eyes that makes the bond just as strong. Maybe even stronger. Anyway, I simply wanted to shed light on that subject for you and I want you to know, there's no ill feelings from me towards you for your ignorance on the subject. Nor do I hold it against you. As I said I would more than likely be in the same boat, had I not met Azrael Erebus."


"Now, regarding your obsession with watching my match with Damon Tyler, I will admit I wasn't at my very best during that fight. So I wouldn't necessarily define your entire strategy upon it, if I were you. Even if I had been at my best, I like to mix it up and never stick to the same thing. The moves might be the same but the timing and everything else, usually is completely different. Adapted to meet the criteria of my opponent. Much like any well trained fighter knows to do. Since you're far larger than I am and intend to use that to your advantage, I'll more than likely bust out some of my powers, in order to get you into a position that is more yielding to my favor. Oh and I seriously doubt a freezer will help you. I mean, you'd have to get me inside the thing, while I was completely transformed into water. On top of that, it would have to freeze me, instantaneously. I don't see that being possible. I might be able to transform my body into water but I assure you, I'm not always in that state. I also can do a lot more than that. For instance, I can shoot massive blasts of water at you, strong enough to totally knock you from the ring and even render you unconscious. Although I probably wouldn't do anything that drastic. Wouldn't want to accidentally kill you in your debut match. I'm no monster. Still, if I were you, I'd expect to get wet. And before your mind even goes there, I didn't mean that beyond the fact that I can control, manifest and manipulate water. So don't even let your thoughts wander to any other concept."

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Abigail Monroe, strolled briskly through the subterranean parking lot, gym bag tossed casually over her shoulder. Dressed in sweat pants and one of Donovan's hoodies, with her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She had just finished training at the gym, for her match with John Lewis and was now, headed to her car. It had been a good workout. She was already back to her former capabilities and in some ways, she even surpassed what she was able to do before. She felt stronger, faster and more agile, than her former self. Which in turn, gave her a huge boost of confidence. Something she needed after taking leave from the XWF in order to have her baby. Which wasn't that long, since the time frame for her child's incubation period was about 2 months, give or take a day. Mostly due to the fact that the baby's father was Donovan Blackwater and he's part Dareikar Navaar, an alien raise from the planet Ozuul. Though he was born on Earth, that doesn't take away the fact that he's half alien and that things worked differently because of that.


As Abigail made her way through the underground parking garage, some of the lights began to flicker. This caused her a bit of unease as she pulled the strap of her duffel bag tighter to herself and hurried her pace. She didn't like this place at night. It was always kind of deserted and gave her the creeps. The atmosphere was already eerie enough, without flickering lights to set the tone completely to a horror film. Not that she was a chicken or easily given to fright. It merely was the setting of the parking structure, coupled with the similarities to the ones in scary movies. Plus, she had just watched P2 the other night with Donovan and despite the fact that the movie was terrible, it still was fresh in her mind. Giving cause for her to be a little on edge and jumpy. The stupid blinking lights didn't help matters either.


Taking a deep breath, she used her free hand to retrieve her cell phone and frowned when she seen there wasn't any reception. Another thing that made this place creepy. You were completely cut off from the world. Anything could happen. Sure. There were security cameras but the guy that was watching them or rather, the guy that was supposed to be watching them was always asleep. At least, whenever Abigail caught a glimpse of him, he was sleeping. It's not like if something happened all the way at the end of the parking facility, he'd hear it inside his little security bubble and wake up. No, if something happened, you would be screwed. Robbed, raped, murdered... who the fuck knows? Anything could go down and he sure as shit wouldn't know about it happening or be able to stop it.


With a shake of her head, Abigail told herself to calm down and relax, she was a badass Water Elemental, after all. If anyone tried to mess with her, she'd blast them across the parking garage. No way, would they get away with hurting her. It would be their misfortune for even trying such a thing. This thought reinvigorated her confidence and her stride became more relaxed and self-assured. Woefully, when a car alarm, sounded off out of nowhere, that pretty much, altogether obliterated that from existence. Looking about nervously, Abigail failed to see the source of what caused the alarm to sound, even though she could clearly see the car responsible for it, across the lot. No one was around. No one she could see anyway. This made her heart start to race a tad as she bit her lip and futilely looked to her cell phone. Knowing full well that it was pointless. She didn't have any reception in this dungeon of an underground parking garage. Oh but if she could only call Donovan, hearing his voice would make all the difference.


Once again her steps sped up as she tried desperately to tune out the car alarm, yanking back at her ponytail as she bit her lip. Only a few more feet to go, she told herself. This did not help or comfort her. Instead, it became a mantra of sorts. A drum beat. A thing to match her steps and push her forward. What happened next, literally drew a scream from her. There was a sudden smash, followed by the sound of glass hitting the pavement. Shortly after this, the alarm stopped. Shaking, Abigail turned her sights, to the car that formerly was blaring out an alarm and gasped when she seen a very tall man, completely dressed in black. Head to toe. Capped off with a ski mask that covered his face.


Now. She was full on running to her automobile. Keys in hand. Full on sprinting. Behind her, she could hear the heavy, repeated thuds that matched the sound of someone rushing across the parking lot. Hurrying after her. She was the target. There was no doubt in this thought. No question in her mind. Or a cause for pause. Some random man was out to get her. Suffice to say he did not have anything good planned either. Who knows what that fucking freak intended to do to Abigail? What he hatched up and devised as his agenda for the evening? No one that dresses all in black, puts on a ski mask, lurks in parking structures at late hours and barrels after someone with furious intent... is out to ask if they heard the good word about their lord and savior Jesus Christ, that's for sure. This man had bad ideas, plain and simple and worse of all, he wanted to carry those bad ideas out on another individual. Which placed Abigail, right on his radar.


At her car, Abigail jammed the key into the lock and turned it, opening the door, with zero hesitation. That's when a large arm wrapped around her from behind. Screaming, Abigail's entire body erupted into an explosion of water. Like a bomb going off but water. The man, as well as her car and everything else, went flying. The man slammed against a wall across the parking garage and fell into a heap. While Abigail's car, smashed into an SUV, where it was met with her gym bag, keys and cell phone. Reforming into a solid form, Abigail trembled, wide eyed as she looked around at the destruction that she caused. Noticing that several other cars were completely devastated, in the aftermath of what she had done. Not to mention the large, concrete support pillar, that now had an actual chunk, crumbled from it. Furrowing her brows, she walked wearily to her car, picked up her cell, keys and gym bag and got in. Thankful when she placed the key in the ignition that her car started, she backed up and drove away. Oh she was going to have so much explaining to do...