Blog: Ashley Vox (9.25.17)
A lot goes on in my mind. Some may say I'm not the same person I use to be. Ya know, the sweet happy go-getter. The Ashley Vox who smiled and laughed a lot. I can't lie, I haven't been great. I lost so much in such a short amount of time. All I can think about is that day Merlok broke into my life. Saw an opportunity, and as any devious person would... took advantage of it! I feel betrayed, I feel defeated. I lost my best friend. I'll never see her again. I lost my Sea Star, I lost my mentor, but most of all, I lost myself. I don't know who Ashley Vox is anymore, that's the scary thing.
I have a hard time sleeping at night, because the visuals of that day still pop in my head. I wake up, realizing that this nightmare is real. I have to live life knowing I lost everything. Knowing what was taken away from me. Knowing there was a time when I had everything...when I had a smile, a laugh, when I knew who I was. But, I feel dead inside now, knowing I have no choice but to move on. The only thing that keeps me going, is seeking my revenge on Merlok. September 30th is just days away. Close enough that I can taste it. You might wonder "is Ashley Vox really ready? To face a beast alone?" Well...there is no direction for me other than right through Merlok. I'm not going to just face my demons, I'm going to unleash them.
Blog: The Whisper (8.23.17)
I learned so many lessons studying my father's pocket watch. Listening to his deep, steady voice. Watching him bind others' will to his own. He had a skill...a gift. I have it too.
But this gift is not to be squandered. I see you squandering your gifts, snake. You play children's games with yours. You make men dance for you like puppets on a string. But hypnosis is so much more than what your amateur hands can craft.
You imagined your gifts made you superior. Until I arrived, maybe you were. You imagined your secrets were safe. Until I arrived, maybe they were. You can wear the mask of Ophidian, you can wear the mask of 17, but none of this hides your identity from me. You are a charlatan, nothing more. A fake.
I buried you. My father would have pitied you. He would have shown you the compassion his son lacks. I shed those trappings now, or I cannot be complete. It is not enough for an animal to change its spots.
I see through the snake's eyes. I see. I wear the snake's skin. I slither. I am the snake ... but in its ultimate form. I will prove my superiority. I will be the best Ophidian, and laugh in the face of his failed ghost.
Wrestling is filled with hollow victories. Accolades that in and of themselves have no meaning. Only by taking his place, by proving my superiority, can this victory have meaning, have completeness.
Blog: Johnny Kidd (8.18.17)
I have seen the video message by your Director of Fun, and my personal friend, Mike Quackenbush, about finding closure to something we had tried to end last May in Manchester. I was truly honoured that after not wrestling for three years Mike decided he would grant me my wish - to have my final bout in a thirty-eight-year wrestling career with his good self. From meeting Mike in Essen (Germany) a few years ago we have always remained good friends and even had a friendly rivalry throughout the years. I respect this man for all he has done and achieved in this great sport of Professional Wrestling and I relish the opportunities I have had to actually lock up and wrestle him. I class the matches I have had with Mike as some of my finest because as a wrestling technician he is second to none. Technical wrestling has always been my game too, but I have seen things this man can do in the wrestling ring which look so effortless. So for me now, it has been nearly sixteen months since I last laced up a pair of wrestling boots, but to have an opportunity to face The Master of A Thousand Holds again is an opportunity I cannot simply pass up.
So yes Mike, I'll be ready to face you. This time, let the best man win.
See you in Wolverhampton...Regards as always,