Post by Ellie Quinn on Oct 26, 2021 22:47:03 GMT -5
October 20th, 2021
1:30 PM
Ellie Quinn's Apartment, Chicago, Illinois
1:30 PM
Ellie Quinn's Apartment, Chicago, Illinois
Ellie Quinn sat in her apartment in Chicago with her head in her hands. Next to her on the coffee table was a tipped over empty bottle of whiskey, a second half-empty bottle right next to it, a whiskey glass resting right next to that. Rocking back and forth as she sat on the couch, knees curled up to her chest as she yanked and tugged at her hair. The KINGDOM Pro Atlantic Championship was resting peacefully on the opposite side of the sofa. Make-up ruined, black-stained tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared into the faceplate of the championship.
Ellie Quinn was falling apart.
Her so-called guiding light had fled the country after being indicted for being the mastermind behind her old flame's murder. Chicago PD thought she was involved and were constantly questioning her, going so far as to pull her over for the most basic of traffic infractions just to try and get her to talk. But Ellie Quinn didn't want to talk. She wanted to hear Carosene Dahl talk. She was the one who needed the answers, not the fucking cops. Just as she brought the whiskey glass to her lips, a loud banging was heard on the door.
"Eleanor Quinn! Detective Reyes and Jameson, Chicago police! Open the door!"
Fucking great. Ellie rolled her eyes as she finally pulled open the door, only to be surprised as she was yanked out into the hall and slammed face-first against the wall. Groaning as she felt her nose break against the cold bricks, arms yanked behind her as she was handcuffed, blood dripping down her face, already red with rage.
"What the fuck!? I've told you fuckers fifteen times I don't know where she is!"
"Eleanor Quinn, you are under arrest for aiding and abetting a fugitive. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"Bite me!"
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."
"Oh, I absolutely do and you'll be hearing from her real fucking quick!"
"Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"
"You have the right to suck my dick!"
With that, Ellie was dragged out of her apartment complex, squirming and struggling as she was tossed into the back of the squad car.
Ellie Quinn was falling apart.
Her so-called guiding light had fled the country after being indicted for being the mastermind behind her old flame's murder. Chicago PD thought she was involved and were constantly questioning her, going so far as to pull her over for the most basic of traffic infractions just to try and get her to talk. But Ellie Quinn didn't want to talk. She wanted to hear Carosene Dahl talk. She was the one who needed the answers, not the fucking cops. Just as she brought the whiskey glass to her lips, a loud banging was heard on the door.
"Eleanor Quinn! Detective Reyes and Jameson, Chicago police! Open the door!"
Fucking great. Ellie rolled her eyes as she finally pulled open the door, only to be surprised as she was yanked out into the hall and slammed face-first against the wall. Groaning as she felt her nose break against the cold bricks, arms yanked behind her as she was handcuffed, blood dripping down her face, already red with rage.
"What the fuck!? I've told you fuckers fifteen times I don't know where she is!"
"Eleanor Quinn, you are under arrest for aiding and abetting a fugitive. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."
"Bite me!"
"You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."
"Oh, I absolutely do and you'll be hearing from her real fucking quick!"
"Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"
"You have the right to suck my dick!"
With that, Ellie was dragged out of her apartment complex, squirming and struggling as she was tossed into the back of the squad car.
October 21st, 2021
2:28 AM
Chicago Lakeshore Hospital, Chicago, Illinois
2:28 AM
Chicago Lakeshore Hospital, Chicago, Illinois
Ellie hated hospitals. But she hated psych wards even more.
"Hello, Eleanor, my name is Dr. Bishop."
"Fuck you."
"I'd like to talk about your relationship with Ms. Carosene Dahl."
"I've told everyone. Chicago PD, Chicago Fire, FBI, NCIS, NCIS: Los Angeles, NCIS: Hawaii, NCIS: New Orleans, Law & Order, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit...I don't have a single fucking clue where Carosene Dahl is, and quite frankly, wherever she is, I hope she's dead for all the headaches she's caused me this past month.
"Detective Reyes says that..."
"That big dumb pedo mustache'd fuck also said that I was aiding and abetting a fugitive yesterday when he slammed my face against the wall and broke my goddamn nose."
"Detective Reyes said that you told him you witnessed the murder first hand."
"Well, yeah, considering Carosene murdered Marisol in my fucking living room."
"And you called 911 after this took place?"
"Well yeah, my friend was DYING in my FUCKING LIVING ROOM!"
Ellie repeatedly banged her straitjacket-covered arms against the black wooden table as she screamed, trying to further emphasize her point.
"The only thing I'm guilty of is letting that fucking psychopath control my life! She ruined my marriage, she ruined my friendship with Marisol, and now she's ruining my fucking career!"
"Yes, it says here you're a...professional...wrestler?"
"Yeah, and I need to be in Vegas this week so will you fuckers let me out of here?"
Not seeing a large male approach her from behind, Ellie groaned as she felt a needle pierce her neck, a light sedative being pushed into her bloodstream.
"What...the fuck..."
"Come now, Eleanor...psychopath? And here I thought you loved me..."
Ellie's eyes went wide as the supposed psychiatrist ripped the fake face off, unveiling the devious Carosene Dahl herself. However, as she tried to fight out of the straitjacket, her eyes suddenly began to fall shut, soon passing out from the drugs injected into her.
"Don't worry, baby...I'm going to make sure you're alright...let's go, Alexander. We're taking her with us."
The large Russian simply nodded curtly before tossing an unconscious Ellie over her shoulder, Carosene leading him down a dark corridor and towards her car.
October 23rd, 2021
2:30 PM
Ellie Quinn's Apartment, Chicago, Illinois
Ellie finally awoke from her drug-induced slumber, shooting up to a seated position in her bed.
"CAROSENE!"
Panting heavily, she first thought she'd been dreaming until she grabbed her phone, seeing the dried blood from her broken nose in the mirror.
"D-Did that actually happen? What the fuck...I'm fucking losing it."
"You lost it ages ago."
An all-too familiar gust of wind blew past her as the more sane half of Ellie Quinn suddenly appeared as an apparition before her. Bright green hair flowing underneath her old trademark horned helmet, a shit-eating grin on her face.
"...What the fuck am I supposed to do? I'm supposed to wrestle for Project: Honor on pay-per-view this week and I feel like I got hit by a truck."
"You did...its name was Vigo Alexander. Carosene's newest pet since she's not your favorite these days."
"...So Carosene really was that fake shrink?"
"Yeah...she was. And the rest of what she did to you also really happened."
The current Ellie ran her hands over her face. Blowing out a breath that caused her messy red hair to blow out of her face.
"Fuck."
October 25th, 2021
3:49 PM
The Dahlhouse, Downtown Chicago, Illinois
Ellie sat in front of The Dahlhouse. The lounge and home base Carosene had bought using finances gifted to Ellie by Remington Ivory Prescott to basically be his bodyguard until she turned her back on Prescott and Skylar Edwards to join Killjoy Club. In one hand, the KINGDOM Pro Atlantic Championship gleamed in the bright sun. In the other hand, Ellie held a can of gasoline.
"The Noble Championship. Due to Pyro having to vacate the championship, it'll either be myself, Slade Castle or Savannah Sunshine who walks out of Las Vegas with that title around their waist. And you know what? I'll be damned if it's not me who walks out with that championship."
Letting out a long, drawn out sigh, Ellie Quinn looked up to the heavens before climbing up to her feet, tossing the Atlantic Championship over her shoulder.
"See, I may not have been successful with my first championship opportunity in Project: Honor like I was with my first championship opportunity in KINGDOM Pro...but that's not going to matter when I destroy both of you in Vegas. You see, this past month has been one hell of a fucking rollercoaster, and I'm just about sick of all the loop-de-loops I've had to go through. So you know what? I think I'm going to take it out on the two of you. Savannah Stepstool. Surely the future Mrs. Jason Long. I'm going to turn all 3'8" of you into a fucking toothpick. You've watched your boyfriend get stabbed, you've been stalked by that fucking weirdo Arik Holt, but the hell you've been through these past few months has paled in comparison to the hell I've been through."
"And Slade fucking Castle. Think you're some big ol' badass from the mean streets of Detroit, huh? Think you're some badass because you were a Marine? My dad was a fucking Marine...and I hated his fucking guts. He disowned me for who I am, just like the world disowned you for who you became after you came home. And the new world you entered will disown you when you head back after getting your ass kicked by me."
"I watched a very good friend of mine bleed out in my own goddamn living room and I couldn't do a goddamn thing to stop it. I felt helpless, I felt powerless...and I'm fucking sick of feeling helpless, sick of feeling powerless. Nobody else controls my fate. Nobody controls Ellie Quinn's destiny. I write my own history. And I'll prove it in Vegas. You want to know why? Because I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you two say my name so I can write my name down in the record books. And if you don't think I mean it when I say I'm willing to do whatever it takes..."
Ellie's eyes suddenly shut as she takes a deep breath before grabbing the gas can, dousing the former abandoned toy factory as she walks around the building. Finally emptying it with a trail leading it to her, Ellie pops a cigarette in her mouth. A murderous glare into the camera as she lights it with a plastic BIC lighter. Taking a drag before she flicks the lighter behind her, the building lighting up like a Christmas tree as it went ablaze. Burning down the last physical connection to Carosene Dahl's control over her. Sighing as she felt like a huge weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. Taking one more drag from the cigarette and blowing out a large amount of smoke before finishing off her statement.
"...Just imagine if the two of you were in that building behind me. Don't bet on the house in Vegas...because the house is about to burn to the fucking ground."
Having proven her point, Ellie blows another puff of smoke out her lips as she walks out of camera shot, the sight of the building she and Carosene had spent over a million dollars refurbishing going up in smoke a powerful visual into the mindset of an Ellie Quinn who had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
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