Post by Ellie Quinn on Aug 24, 2021 14:09:18 GMT -5
August 20th, 2021
8:58 AM
The Dahlhouse, Downtown Chicago, Illinois
8:58 AM
The Dahlhouse, Downtown Chicago, Illinois
Ellie Quinn sat in the lounge area of her downtown Chicago studio, The Dahlhouse. Naturally, the rechristened studio was previously an abandoned toy factory that her...mentor? Guiding light? Assistant? It was hard to pin down Carosene Dahl's relationship with Ellie using one singular word. All that really mattered was that Carosene and her crew had worked hard to turn the former factory into a serviceable workshop, lounge, and promo studio for Ellie, Carosene and whomever they deemed worthy of their time and effort.
Ellie was currently leaning back on a black leather sofa, black combat boots kicked up on the coffee table in front of her. The remote to the television was in her right hand. Her trademark leather jacket draped over the back of a chair adjacent to her. The KINGDOM Pro Wrestling Atlantic Championship left draped lazily over the righthand arm of the couch...a championship Ellie was determined to have make the journey with her when she officially makes her debut in Project: Honor in Tokyo for the Fallout brand.
It was going to be a busy week for the tatted daydrinker. Tomorrow, she boards a flight to The Netherlands to work a non-title match for KINGDOM Pro the day after. And then, the day after that, it's a day spent recuperating before a late night flight to Japan, a company all too familiar to the former gaijin. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her tired eyes, Ellie leaned over and grabbed the cup of coffee next to her feet, taking a swig from the caffeine-delivering beverage, wincing as she gulped it down. Carosene had insisted she drink it black, and she wasn't going to question it. After all, Carosene had claimed that she had found her way in to Ellie's life to deliver her at the doorstep of her destiny: To become a champion.
It started with a string of brutal losses and a divorce that had led to a mental breakdown and a growing reliance on the devil's drink; Jack Daniels her vice of choice. Ellie's life drastically changed at the end of May when she turned her back on KINGDOM, the company that had given her her first opportunity and joined up with Killjoy Club, the group that was actively trying to destroy the company from within. Since that night, Ellie has yet to lose in her 'home' promotion, and struck paydirt a little over a month ago when she defeated her rival Skylar Edwards to capture the vacant KINGDOM Pro Atlantic Championship.
Taking another rather agonizingly bitter swig of jet black brew before setting it back down on the table, Ellie once again leaned back against the back of the couch, pressing play on the remote and beginning to study her upcoming opponent, Rapture. One big fucker, Ellie thought to herself. The masked man outweighed her by over a hundred pounds and rose above her by nearly a foot, but Ellie didn't really care about the size of the dog...she just cared about what it would take to put that dog down. And judging by the footage she had accumulated, it theoretically wouldn't take much to put the 1-7 Rapture down for the count. Grabbing a black notebook and a purple ink pen next to her on the couch, she'd sit the notebook in her lap and begin to write out possible gameplans.
Ellie was currently leaning back on a black leather sofa, black combat boots kicked up on the coffee table in front of her. The remote to the television was in her right hand. Her trademark leather jacket draped over the back of a chair adjacent to her. The KINGDOM Pro Wrestling Atlantic Championship left draped lazily over the righthand arm of the couch...a championship Ellie was determined to have make the journey with her when she officially makes her debut in Project: Honor in Tokyo for the Fallout brand.
It was going to be a busy week for the tatted daydrinker. Tomorrow, she boards a flight to The Netherlands to work a non-title match for KINGDOM Pro the day after. And then, the day after that, it's a day spent recuperating before a late night flight to Japan, a company all too familiar to the former gaijin. Letting out a sigh and rubbing her tired eyes, Ellie leaned over and grabbed the cup of coffee next to her feet, taking a swig from the caffeine-delivering beverage, wincing as she gulped it down. Carosene had insisted she drink it black, and she wasn't going to question it. After all, Carosene had claimed that she had found her way in to Ellie's life to deliver her at the doorstep of her destiny: To become a champion.
It started with a string of brutal losses and a divorce that had led to a mental breakdown and a growing reliance on the devil's drink; Jack Daniels her vice of choice. Ellie's life drastically changed at the end of May when she turned her back on KINGDOM, the company that had given her her first opportunity and joined up with Killjoy Club, the group that was actively trying to destroy the company from within. Since that night, Ellie has yet to lose in her 'home' promotion, and struck paydirt a little over a month ago when she defeated her rival Skylar Edwards to capture the vacant KINGDOM Pro Atlantic Championship.
Taking another rather agonizingly bitter swig of jet black brew before setting it back down on the table, Ellie once again leaned back against the back of the couch, pressing play on the remote and beginning to study her upcoming opponent, Rapture. One big fucker, Ellie thought to herself. The masked man outweighed her by over a hundred pounds and rose above her by nearly a foot, but Ellie didn't really care about the size of the dog...she just cared about what it would take to put that dog down. And judging by the footage she had accumulated, it theoretically wouldn't take much to put the 1-7 Rapture down for the count. Grabbing a black notebook and a purple ink pen next to her on the couch, she'd sit the notebook in her lap and begin to write out possible gameplans.
August 20th, 2021
7:59 PM
McDonald's, Downtown Chicago, Illinois
Eschewing her regular doll-esque get-up for a far more casual attire of Ellie's leather jacket, ripped denim jeans and black ankle boots, Carosene Dahl looked over her large sunglasses to watch as Ellie took a bite out of a double Quarter Pounder.
"Hopefully it's plain like I asked. Daft brat at the counter barely paid attention to me when I ordered that pile of slop...don't know how you eat that."
Ellie looked up and gave the British blonde a subtle nod of her head, confirming that the meal was to her liking, a soft smirk forming on her lips as Carosene disregarded said meal as 'slop', responding with a mouthful of beef, cheese and bread.
"Welcome to America, Caro'. The land of big food, big bellies, and big egos."
"We do have McDonald's in Britain, love. I'm just not a fan of fast food."
Ellie at last took the time to swallow down, taking a sip from her dream.
"I know that. They have these things on every corner of the fuckin' planet. And hey...it ain't my fault that Mickie D's doesn't sell filet mignon."
A small chuckle left Ellie's lips as she leaned back against the booth, stretching out her arms as she gazed at the woman sitting across from her, who was unamused by her snarky remark.
"You certainly have no issues with me putting filet mignon in your fridge."
"That's 'cause it's some good fuckin' filet mignon. And it's not on our dime."
And how sweet it was that it wasn't on their dime. She had Remington Ivory Prescott to thank for his extremely generous donation to her bank account in his failed attempts to court her as an ally. Ellie didn't care much at all about living the high life, even if it was on someone else's dime. She was perfectly content in her cheap Chicago apartment so long as it was fully stocked with food and booze. A fair bit of Prescott's money had gone into re-designing The Dahlhouse, even. Hearing no further complaints from Carosene, Ellie simply turned her attention back to her quick dinner, scarfing down the burger and fries.
"Ready to go, darling?"
"Ready whenever you are."
7:59 PM
McDonald's, Downtown Chicago, Illinois
Eschewing her regular doll-esque get-up for a far more casual attire of Ellie's leather jacket, ripped denim jeans and black ankle boots, Carosene Dahl looked over her large sunglasses to watch as Ellie took a bite out of a double Quarter Pounder.
"Hopefully it's plain like I asked. Daft brat at the counter barely paid attention to me when I ordered that pile of slop...don't know how you eat that."
Ellie looked up and gave the British blonde a subtle nod of her head, confirming that the meal was to her liking, a soft smirk forming on her lips as Carosene disregarded said meal as 'slop', responding with a mouthful of beef, cheese and bread.
"Welcome to America, Caro'. The land of big food, big bellies, and big egos."
"We do have McDonald's in Britain, love. I'm just not a fan of fast food."
Ellie at last took the time to swallow down, taking a sip from her dream.
"I know that. They have these things on every corner of the fuckin' planet. And hey...it ain't my fault that Mickie D's doesn't sell filet mignon."
A small chuckle left Ellie's lips as she leaned back against the booth, stretching out her arms as she gazed at the woman sitting across from her, who was unamused by her snarky remark.
"You certainly have no issues with me putting filet mignon in your fridge."
"That's 'cause it's some good fuckin' filet mignon. And it's not on our dime."
And how sweet it was that it wasn't on their dime. She had Remington Ivory Prescott to thank for his extremely generous donation to her bank account in his failed attempts to court her as an ally. Ellie didn't care much at all about living the high life, even if it was on someone else's dime. She was perfectly content in her cheap Chicago apartment so long as it was fully stocked with food and booze. A fair bit of Prescott's money had gone into re-designing The Dahlhouse, even. Hearing no further complaints from Carosene, Ellie simply turned her attention back to her quick dinner, scarfing down the burger and fries.
"Ready to go, darling?"
"Ready whenever you are."
August 25th, 2021
8:30 PM
Nippon Budokan, Tokyo, Japan
8:30 PM
Nippon Budokan, Tokyo, Japan
As the streetlights glare in the camera lens, Ellie Quinn leans against a wall just outside the Nippon Budokan in Tokyo. Her favorite snapback, black with a purple brim, is sat backwards on her head. Aviator sunglasses are draped over her eyes, a lit cigarette is hanging out of her mouth. Her trademark leather jacket, a pair of ripped jeans and combat boots completing her ensemble as she looks into the camera, slowly pushing her aviators down to her nose to show her eyes.
"So, this is Project: Honor, huh? I expected a lot more...oomph or some pizzazz, honestly. I mean, I bring this company an actual champion worth their time, and they stick me on some pre-show? And not just that, on some pre-show against some big masked doofus who couldn't buy a win if he tried? I expected a bit more hospitality than that. I mean, after all, I'm bringing this company an actual champion. You see this?"
Further emphasizing her point, Ellie lifts up something she's been keeping off-screen: The KINGDOM Pro Wrestling Atlantic Championship.
"I'm making this company relevant when I bring this championship onto your TV show...and you go and stick me on the pre-show? That's the equivalent to trotting out Michael Jordan for warm-ups just to leave him on the bench for the entire game. I'm not a benchwarmer, I'm a franchise player. If this pissant company that can barely keep is own talent from killing their company can somehow manage to recognize that, then why the fuck can't you people, huh?"
"See, for those who haven't yet had the pleasure, my name is Ellie Quinn. I am the Skylar Edwards Slayer, the Shattered Crown of Killjoy Club and the reigning, defending KINGDOM Pro Wrestling Atlantic Champion. This belt here? It's far more valuable than every single championship in this company. And do you want to know why? Because it's in my possession, and every championship that's held by Ellie Quinn automatically becomes the most prestigious championship in the world."
"So with all that said, I bet you're wondering, if I'm already a champion in one company, then why the hell would I come here? Simple. I'm bored and needed something to do, so I decided to whoop some of these so-called wrestlers that this company trots out in front of you, because I needed the challenge, and I needed something to take my mind off carrying one company to glory. So I figured, why the hell not? Why not come to Project: Honor? Why not show every single one of you what a real champion looks like?"
"See, I have defeated pretty much everyone that that company has to offer, so now? Now, I'm taking on a new challenge: Defeating everyone that this company has to offer, and it starts tonight when I take on some big, goofy fuck named Rapture. Let's be honest, this isn't even going to be a challenge. This is going to be less of a fight and more of a showcase to show these people exactly what Ellie Quinn is all about, exactly what Ellie Quinn brings to the table."
"Project: Honor, this is just the beginning. I'm already well on my way to taking over one company. Soon, I'll take over this company too...and then, I'll take over the entire wrestling landscape. This is Night 1 of the Ellie Quinn Atlantic Championship World Tour, so prep the cameras and prep the spotlights, because I'm going to put on a masterclass in violence and chaos that none of you have ever seen before."
"It's time for the entire world to learn what Ellie Quinn is all about."
1x1.
