Book of Lucy : Chapter 1

Prologue : How We Got Here

My name is Lucy Sixx. I am the daughter of the Devil, Satan himself. Dad has placed me in wrestling to do his dirty work and sort the good and bad from one another. He has usually made it easy on me but for some reason he has placed me in a place that is running rampant with good solid wrestlers. There are a few bad apples but they are few and far in between.

A little more about me. I am a lesbian and I am currently dating my tag partner, and Revolution1 Wrestling Sin GM, Cecilia Ortiz. I didn’t ever truly believe in fate until I met Cecilia. She was the most beautiful person ever. So sweet. So innocent. So corruptible.

My original plan was to tell her outright who I was but something stopped me.

Fate. What a bitch thou art.

I got bitten by the love bug and Cecilia and I started dating. I didn’t mind her age regression and she didn’t mind the fact that I was the epitome of evil, the daughter of the devil in the flesh.

She didn’t mind that I wasn’t easy to love or the fact that I had a kid. Many women didn’t believe that lesbians could have kids. Many believed we always had to be a lesbian. I kind of became one after dating assholes.

I took my skills to Alpha Pro Wrestling in the beginning. I was trying to play nice and innocent and it worked for a bit. Within a month I was the first EVER APW Junior Heavyweight Champion. I realized quickly that the sweet and innocent look wasn’t going to work.

I traded my punk rock look in for a more traditional big titty goth girlfriend look. I was more true to who I was and guess what… it worked. I began winning more and more and soon I was no longer needed by dad in APW.

I went to WWH where I almost beat everyone in their battle royal. Had I wanted to be, I could have been World Champion. I wasn’t needed there. I was needed elsewhere.

I returned to APW and within three matches back I was the North American Champion. APW was still not my calling. I needed more fun. I needed more of a challenge. I needed more HONOR… Project Honor that is.

Converting the wicked to show themselves here is going to be a challenge. One I am up for. One I am willing to do. One I am going to use to reveal EVERY drop of evil in this company. Are you ready Rock? Are you ready for me to reveal it all to you? I don’t think you are!



I. Book of Lucy I:I



The following is an excerpt of religious text found in the office of Lucy Sixx, heir to the throne of Hell.

”Father, I never thought I would be here. I thought your will was done. I guess not. Why Project Honor of all places? Why this place which has done nothing wrong as far as I can see? What problem do you have with them? Oh well, here I was ready to take on the world for your will. I was doing this as it was my task in order to one day dethrone you.

I will do this meaningless task in order to prove that it is MY turn to ascend the throne of hell. You may be Beezelbub or Satan to others but to me, you are simply dad. You are a big Teddy Bear. Nothing in you is evil and you fucking know it.

You know that compared to me, you are simply a piece of shit. That is why you send me to do the hard jobs. You are found in Prisons and Satanic Churches where people are very openly talking about you. I get to go to wrestling companies and literally BEAT the evil out of unsuspecting individuals, like some sort of Satanic Exorcist.

Now, I am in a place of Honor. A place that, seemingly, is not very evil. I don’t feel the evil presence here. You really made this one hard on me dad. You truly want me to work for this and for that, I applaud you. You finally made this one a tough one.

It all begins at the Gladiator Contests when Cecilia and I reform the Two Toned Mafia. Big Drip Productions are not ready for this challenge. They are in way over their heads. More on that in the next part of the chapter.

For now father, I leave you with this. Stop underestimating me. Stop trying to think I can’t handle myself in and out of the ring. I shall see you soon, DAD!”



II. An Evening with Cecilia


A knock at my door caused me to shoot up out of my bed. I rushed to the door. There stood my amazing girlfriend, and tag team partner, Cecilia Ortiz. Her poofy red dress falling right at her knees as her makeup was totally on point. It wasn’t often that Cecilia and I were able to go on a proper date, what with her age regression used to cope with her depression and anxiety. Here stood the most amazing woman in the world, right in front of me. I scooped her into my arms and kissed her gently on her perfect lips. Her eyes widened in amazement.

”Gosh, Lucy. You sure know how to make a woman feel beautiful.”

I smiled as I pushed the red half of my hair behind my ear. I was always so confident but when it came to Cecilia I was putty. She could mold me anyway she wanted to. I blushed a bit as Cecilia came in, sniffing the air a bit.

”What smells so good?.”

I escorted my lovely girlfriend to the kitchen as I showed her the tortas and rice I was working on. She smiled as she looked into my eyes.

”I love tortas!”

I nodded.

”I know my love. We have been together for a while now.”

Cecilia smiled as I took her into the living room. I poured us both a glass of red wine as we sipped on it. I am so glad she decided to show up in her normal mindset. Made what I had planned all the more special. I walked into the kitchen and placed the enchiladas in the oven. I came back into the living room as I placed my glass to my lips. I turned on the television as Cecilia and I began watching some mindless reality television. I smiled as she placed her legs in my lap. I ran my hand along her perfect legs. She sipped her wine as I admired her beauty.

”Lucy, I know I don’t make it easy to love me sometimes. What with my age regression and whatnot.”

I interrupted her swiftly. I lifted her tiny chin with my forefinger.

”You are amazingly easy to love. Your age regression never bothers me. You are who you are and I love everything about you. You are simply amazing.”

I walked into the kitchen and pulled the now perfectly toasted tortas out of the oven. I smiled as I admired my work. I felt her arms wrapped around my waist. I smiled as I leaned back into her.

”Shall we eat my love?”

Cecilia nodded as I pulled a chair out at the dinner table for her. She smiled as I kissed her softly. I walked to the kitchen and made a couple plates for us. I sat her plate down in front of her as I sat across the table. I smiled as I began eating and she did the same. I couldn’t help but stare at her from time to time. I broke the silence.

”So, the Two Toned Mafia, back inside the ring. NO ONE expected that. Now we get to go two on two with TJ Thompson and Yung Sauce. Two white guys who think they are the quote unquote GOATs on the mic and in the ring.”

Cecilia tried to not laugh. She couldn’t hold it back.

”If your album drops on Soundcloud, I can’t see you as a GOAT of anything. When I look at TJ Thompson he reminds me of a piece of trailer trash who drives a lifted Chevy and revs his engine at his neighbors because his mommy pays all his bills and buys his gas for him. TJ, am I close? Am I close to the sad reality you call a life?”

I giggled as I looked at my lovely girlfriend.

”You are so cute when you get on a roll. I mean, while we are on the subject. Let’s not forget how bad of a name Yung Sauce is. Sounds like a kid who wants Dino shaped chicken nuggets. He is someone who simply can’t cut it in our world! Not many people can though.”

Cecilia looked down as I caressed her cheek. She sobbed lightly.

”What if they don’t accept “our world”, baby? What if they, like the companies before, ridicule me or refuse to accept me as I am?”

I kissed her forehead.

”We make them accept us. We go into that ring and we make them buy into us. We know what we are capable of. Plus, with dad on our side, there is nothing we can’t do. He will help us get our message across. He will help us do it all again.”

I looked over and saw Cecilia’s eyes glazing over. She was gone.. Not dead but… out of it. She looked at me and smiled warmly. She was back but regressed.

”Hey daddy!”

She had regressed. So much for my plans. I placed the engagement ring I had bought back in my pocket as I rushed to Cecilia and took her back to the room for some rest.


III. Book of Lucy I:II


The following is the continuation of the Book of Lucy, found in the office of Lucy Sixx.

”I get it now, father. You are trying your hardest to push me to my limits. You are trying to get me to crack and quit this crusade. All you are doing is making me want to succeed more. It will be totally worth it once your soft ass is off the throne. In the Millenia that you have ruled Hell, you have gone from ruling with an iron fist to ruling with a velvet glove. Did Michael Jackson make you weak when he showed up? Did he “hee hee” the place up?

Dad, you are someone who used to be feared. That is where we differ. I am still feared and always will be. I get having a weakness. Everyone has at least one. Yes, Cecilia is my weakness and I know you use her against me too. You see, most people don’t believe that I am the daughter of the Devil and I am sure Cecilia doesn’t believe me either. Probably for the best because how can you say “This is the love of my life. No you can’t meet her family because she doesn’t know her mom and her dad lives in hell!”

Dad, you need to stop this foolish bullshit. You need to stop trying to halt my progress. You need to stop trying to make it so I can’t take your place. Old man, you can’t do this forever. Eventually you will get bored. You always do. You always get tired of playing with your toys so you cast them aside and I am quick to snatch them up. Torture and torment are what you used to be good at. Now you are not good at that anymore. Step aside and fuck off dad. I won’t allow you to hold me back anymore. I won’t allow you to stop me from my destiny any longer. Until we meet again, father.”

The words to be continued are at the bottom. We zoom in on the excerpt as the scene fades to black.

IV. Smooth as Satin


I paced as I rocked my daughter close to my chest. Frankee Satin, my friend and manager, sat in front of me, his makeup on point like always. I sighed as I looked at him.

”Frankee, she did it again. I know I can handle it but, this time it ruined my plans.”

Frankee had been my best friend for years. He nodded.

”I know Luce. You know how she is. You have to take it all in stride. You are not going to change her and she won’t change you. Your time to propose will come. You know damn well it will. What won’t help things is getting upset over Cecilia being who she is. Don’t you love her regardless of her condition?”

I sighed as I collapsed in the chair. I sighed as I kissed Francesca on her forehead. I sighed as Frankee put Francesca in her playpen. He placed a hand on my thigh.

”You are stronger than this. You are allowing yourself to get overwhelmed. Tell me about this Project Honor and why I should give two shits. Come on, sis, spill the tea.”

I shook my head and laughed.

”What is there to say? It is a relatively new company with some names I have heard but not necessarily any true stars here. It is full of Soundcloud rappers and weirdos like Phoenix LeStrange. Fact of the matter is Cecilia and I have to face some Soundcloud rappers to begin our careers there. She and I have to take on Yung Sauce, the guy calls himself the King of the TikToks..”

Frankee smirked as he shook his head in disbelief.

”You are fighting YouthPastorRyan?”

I shook my head as I scoffed.

”I said he called himself the King of the TikToks… not that he was King. Fact is, I have no clue who this guy thinks he is but he seems to think he is going to make a name off of me. For too long I have put myself aside for idiots like this. Now is the time that the Two Toned Mafia takes the cake and wins gold.

For once I want people to see what they should fear when they see me. I wan’t people to realize that hell isn’t torture for me but it will be for them. It will be my pleasure to toss them away like the trash they are. Their music belongs in the trash can. We all know metal is FAR superior to hip hop. If what they make can even be considered hip hop.”

Frankee laughed as he sipped his coffee. He sat it down as he spoke again.

”So you and Cecilia get to wrestle Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber then? That is cool. I can’t wait to see you whip their asses. You and my future sis in law...”

I interrupted Frankee.

”You can’t call her that. You don’t know she will say yes.”

He laughed, almost spitting his coffee everywhere.

”Sis you know damn well she can’t say no to you. She can try but it never goes well. You will flash those pretty pearly whites and she will melt into your arms, Daddy!”

I could tell he was just being an asshole. I threw a pillow at him which missed him completely.

”Look, I may not understand your relationship but I am a non binary individual so who am I to judge? All that matters is the two of you are happy. Fuck what everyone else thinks.”

I looked down. Frankee was right but sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.

”She worries about it, Frankee. She is a little different…”

He interrupted me.

”We all are, Luce. We are all a little mad. We are all a little different. We are all US. We all have to believe in who we are and not worry what others think of us.”

I nodded but deep inside I couldn’t shake how I was feeling. I have always been different. Seems most people shun me but Frankee never has. Cecilia never has. Ultimately I had to do what I had to do. I looked into the camera.

”We are all different. Some of us are accepting of others. Then there is Big Drip Productions who’s only argument against me on Twitter is that I am different because I am a lesbian. Newsflash, it is 2020 and hate is as outdated as Soundcloud. No one likes hate and no one likes Soundcloud. Ask Petey how many albums he sold. The answer is a whopping one… to his mama. You see, you guys are posers, wannabes. I am the heir to the throne of hell. It is my job to torment and torture everyone until they submit. Once I take over hell, I will torment and torture for eternity.

This week is going to feel like an eternity to you guys as Cecilia and I put you in your place. We are going to show what a couple of lesbians can do when we step into the ring with misogynistic assholes like you. We are going to rip your dicks off… if we can find them. We are going to make sure nothing you do is worthy of our time. We are going to win this match and put whoever wins this tag tournament on notice. The Two Toned Mafia is nothing to fuck with!”

I paced a bit as I picked up the Book of Lucy.

”Do you see this? This is my playbook. This is that which I live by. This, like most religious texts, guides me. Who better to guide me than myself? You see, most religions follow text written by man. I am not a mere mortal like you idiots. I am the spawn of Satan. I should be feared and after Proving Ground you too will fear me. There are three people in this world I would do anything for. My lovely daughter, Francesca, my lovely girlfriend, Cecilia, and my best friend, Frankee. If you are not one of those three then you can die and it won’t change my life. Keep thinking you guys drip and we will prove, like everyone else has, that you guys aren’t shit. Have fun making shitty music because as wrestlers you are both even shittier!”

I hugged Frankee as I walked to the bedroom to calm down and the scene faded to black.


V. Book of Lucy I:III


The following is an excerpt from the Book of Lucy.

”It is all becoming clear father. You want me to fail but why? Do you truly like torturing the damned like this? Is it because you like watching me suffer through the insufferable on Earth? Why is it you want me to fail, father?

I am afraid I have some bad news for you. I will not fail. It isn’t in my vocabulary to do so. I will win against any and all challengers that Rock Johnson puts in my way. I will do it all to spite you. I will make sure they know damn well how much of a fraud you are dad. I will succeed because I know it will bring you to your knees. I know it will make you cry to see me winning. As you cry I will keep laughing. As you cry I will keep on being on top.

That is your fear, isn’t it father? You fear that people will forget about you and all the focus will be on me. You fear that I will take over and leave you with nothing to do. You fear that I will one day surpass your legacy and you will be forgotten.

That is why you raised such a fuss in Heaven isn’t it? You wanted to rebel because your dad was better than you. You don’t want your daughter to surpass you because then I will be what you couldn’t be. I will be a Goddess!

I will one day outlast you, father. My will is too strong for you to break it. I will make sure I am the last one of us standing. You will bow in submission to the Queen of Hell as you retire into being one of the tortured as opposed to being the one dishing out the torture. I look forward to that day, Father.”



Epilogue : The Prophecy


The prophecy was revealed. I was here because dad wanted me to fail. Never before had I wanted to succeed anymore than I did now. Never had I been more motivated. Part of my motivation was dad. Part of it was Cecilia and my daughter. Part of it was, I just didn’t want to lose to Big Drip Productions.

When you start working for a new company you instantly begin thinking of failure. What happens if you fail? What happens if you let everyone you care about down? That thought lasted about two days after I signed my contract with Project Honor. I, then, realized that I was better than that. I was better than most of the talent here. In my year and a half in the business I was more decorated than some people who have done this for years. While Big Drip Productions chased McDonald’s meals named after them, I chased perfection. I chased being the absolute best.

So, ask me again, what if I fail? What if I have misjudged this place. If I lose, I lose. I don’t foresee it happening any time soon but hey, we all are wrong from time to time. We all lose from time to time. We all have to face reality from time to time.

When will you face your reality Project Honor? When will Rock Johnson realize that by signing me he signed a death certificate for his whole roster? When will he admit that he knows he fucked up?

Maybe that is his plan. To kill his whole roster so that new people show up. So that he can have a whole new look for a whole new year. Maybe he wants his roster to lose their cool and quit. Maybe the stress of being the boss is getting to him. Whatever it is I hope he sees the magnitude of his mistake. Bringing me in was the worst thing he could do to his roster.

The choice is yours, Project Honor. Join me and live or fight me and die. The choice should be simple but gauging by the IQ scores from this roster, I don’t think it will be that black and white or straightforward.

Pray for your comrades. It is high time for them to all disappear courtesy of the Daughter of Darkness, Lucy motherfucking SIxx. I am the daughter of the devil and I...AM...DADDY!