Post by lucy on Jun 23, 2023 11:32:43 GMT -5
The following is viewed as religious text. The Book of Sixx is not approved for all audiences. You have been warned.
Book of Sixx
Chapter 1B : The Return
I never thought that I would have to return to this world. After the debacle of a relationship I shared with Cecilia Ortiz and the failed run in Project Honor, I thought I was done. That was not the case. My father, the Lord of Darkness needs my help again. Why you may ask? Leon Dredd. A false prophet of my father. Leon uses the moniker "Hell's soldier" yet he knows nothing of my father.
Leon, I hope you find this book. I hope you read every word carefully. Much like Yaweh above in the heavens my father, Lucifer, hates someone doing things in his name when they know nothing of his work. You do not truly know anything of my father's work and why he is the King of Hell. It's ok. I will allow you to meet my father face to face before he rises to Earth once again.
Heed my words, Leon, you have no idea the literal hell Daddy is going to bring to Earth and bring to you. You are not prepared for true hell. You are lost in a false manifestation of hell that we call Earth. Enjoy meeting my father. I hope you see it as an honor. Let's see how much of a soldier of hell you truly are. Hell is a fake moniker for you, it is a reality for me. I will see you at Revival. Its not about titles to me, it is about cleansing the sport of its faults and failures. You are an abomination and must be stopped.
Leon Dredd is finished, come hell or high water.
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I stepped out into the blinding sun. The divorce had taken a toll on me and, quits honestly, had brought out the worst in me. The lemon yellow sun shined off my red and black two toned hair. Many people thought that following the break up with Cecilia, I'd get rid of the trademark two toned hair. Just because the Two Toned Mafia had split up, it doesn't mean that I would change who I was. The red and black hair was a huge part of who I was.
Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Lucy Sixx and I am the literal daughter of the devil. When I began wrestling it was at the suggestion of my therapist. You see, I was the guitarist of the band, Lilac. Yes, that guitarist. The one who had hit the fan with a guitar. I used to get judged for that incident but now, in 2023, people had realized that I did what anyone would have done. That dude rushed the stage and I felt threatened. At that point, I was in an abusive relationship with my baby's father, Simon Green. Simon was my biggest regret but I got my daughter, Francesca, out of the deal.
I pulled my Prada shades over my eyes. After the amount of drinking I did the night before, my eyes hurt and my head was pounding like a jackhammer on old pavement. My phone rang. I looked down. It was Frankie LaFountain. My best friend and adviser who had taken temporary custody of Francesca, his name sake. I answered the call swiftly. "Hello."
On the other end was Frankie's very feminine sounding voice. "Hey bitch. Where are you?"
Frankie was the only person who was allowed to call me bitch and live to tell about it. Frankie was my best friend for most of the time I had been alive. He always had my best interests in mind even when they were kind of a buzzkill. "I am walking. Stopped at Starbucks for a drink. I'll be at the graveyard in five minutes."(/color]
As I arrived at the graveyard I looked down at the stone in front of me. "SIMON GREEN. LOVER, HUSBAND, FATHER 1992-2023" I laughed every time I read it. Simon, Francesca's father had died of a heroin overdose a few months earlier. Francesca, my five year old, looked at the grave stone and chuckled. "Is kinda funny mommy. The rock says father but he barely even saw me. Guess his other kids always meant more than me."
Frankie looked at me in a judging manner. "What? I have never spoken ill of Simon in Francesca's presence. She has created her own opinions based on how Simon treated her. He barely saw her and he cared for his twins more than he ever did for her. You've seen first hand what her so called father has done for her and that is nothing. He had his own life, his own family. Cecilia, Francesca, and I had our own lives. Now, if it weren't for you, I may be just another stone here."
Frankie cupped Francesca's ears. He looked at me. "Hey now! Don't say dumb shit like that."
Francesca pulled Frankie's hands off her ears. "S'okay uncle Frankie. I know mommy has her issues in her head. She needs help and that's why she is wrestling again. She is going to kick the asses of others so she doesn't hurt herself."
I gave my beautiful daughter a high-five. Frankie looked at me. I could feel his judgemet on me as I shrugged. "What?!?! She isn't wrong."
Frankie had constantly been my biggest supporter and my biggest critic at the same time. He shook his head judgementally as he spoke again. "Well, she is your child afterall."
Francesca laid the flowers down on Simon's grave. She spoke as only my child could. "Welp, I am done here. Let's go get McDonald's, I am craving some nuggies."
I took Francesca by the hand as we all walked to Frankie's car. We drove off into the sun as the scene faded into oblivion. Simon Green may be dead but his legacy as a deadbeat lives on. The two toned mafia may be no more but guess what? Daddy's back baby.
Book of Sixx
Chapter 1B : The Return
I never thought that I would have to return to this world. After the debacle of a relationship I shared with Cecilia Ortiz and the failed run in Project Honor, I thought I was done. That was not the case. My father, the Lord of Darkness needs my help again. Why you may ask? Leon Dredd. A false prophet of my father. Leon uses the moniker "Hell's soldier" yet he knows nothing of my father.
Leon, I hope you find this book. I hope you read every word carefully. Much like Yaweh above in the heavens my father, Lucifer, hates someone doing things in his name when they know nothing of his work. You do not truly know anything of my father's work and why he is the King of Hell. It's ok. I will allow you to meet my father face to face before he rises to Earth once again.
Heed my words, Leon, you have no idea the literal hell Daddy is going to bring to Earth and bring to you. You are not prepared for true hell. You are lost in a false manifestation of hell that we call Earth. Enjoy meeting my father. I hope you see it as an honor. Let's see how much of a soldier of hell you truly are. Hell is a fake moniker for you, it is a reality for me. I will see you at Revival. Its not about titles to me, it is about cleansing the sport of its faults and failures. You are an abomination and must be stopped.
Leon Dredd is finished, come hell or high water.
End of transcription.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
I stepped out into the blinding sun. The divorce had taken a toll on me and, quits honestly, had brought out the worst in me. The lemon yellow sun shined off my red and black two toned hair. Many people thought that following the break up with Cecilia, I'd get rid of the trademark two toned hair. Just because the Two Toned Mafia had split up, it doesn't mean that I would change who I was. The red and black hair was a huge part of who I was.
Allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Lucy Sixx and I am the literal daughter of the devil. When I began wrestling it was at the suggestion of my therapist. You see, I was the guitarist of the band, Lilac. Yes, that guitarist. The one who had hit the fan with a guitar. I used to get judged for that incident but now, in 2023, people had realized that I did what anyone would have done. That dude rushed the stage and I felt threatened. At that point, I was in an abusive relationship with my baby's father, Simon Green. Simon was my biggest regret but I got my daughter, Francesca, out of the deal.
I pulled my Prada shades over my eyes. After the amount of drinking I did the night before, my eyes hurt and my head was pounding like a jackhammer on old pavement. My phone rang. I looked down. It was Frankie LaFountain. My best friend and adviser who had taken temporary custody of Francesca, his name sake. I answered the call swiftly. "Hello."
On the other end was Frankie's very feminine sounding voice. "Hey bitch. Where are you?"
Frankie was the only person who was allowed to call me bitch and live to tell about it. Frankie was my best friend for most of the time I had been alive. He always had my best interests in mind even when they were kind of a buzzkill. "I am walking. Stopped at Starbucks for a drink. I'll be at the graveyard in five minutes."(/color]
As I arrived at the graveyard I looked down at the stone in front of me. "SIMON GREEN. LOVER, HUSBAND, FATHER 1992-2023" I laughed every time I read it. Simon, Francesca's father had died of a heroin overdose a few months earlier. Francesca, my five year old, looked at the grave stone and chuckled. "Is kinda funny mommy. The rock says father but he barely even saw me. Guess his other kids always meant more than me."
Frankie looked at me in a judging manner. "What? I have never spoken ill of Simon in Francesca's presence. She has created her own opinions based on how Simon treated her. He barely saw her and he cared for his twins more than he ever did for her. You've seen first hand what her so called father has done for her and that is nothing. He had his own life, his own family. Cecilia, Francesca, and I had our own lives. Now, if it weren't for you, I may be just another stone here."
Frankie cupped Francesca's ears. He looked at me. "Hey now! Don't say dumb shit like that."
Francesca pulled Frankie's hands off her ears. "S'okay uncle Frankie. I know mommy has her issues in her head. She needs help and that's why she is wrestling again. She is going to kick the asses of others so she doesn't hurt herself."
I gave my beautiful daughter a high-five. Frankie looked at me. I could feel his judgemet on me as I shrugged. "What?!?! She isn't wrong."
Frankie had constantly been my biggest supporter and my biggest critic at the same time. He shook his head judgementally as he spoke again. "Well, she is your child afterall."
Francesca laid the flowers down on Simon's grave. She spoke as only my child could. "Welp, I am done here. Let's go get McDonald's, I am craving some nuggies."
I took Francesca by the hand as we all walked to Frankie's car. We drove off into the sun as the scene faded into oblivion. Simon Green may be dead but his legacy as a deadbeat lives on. The two toned mafia may be no more but guess what? Daddy's back baby.