I'm the best. I'm the best in the world.

I'm not Superman. Eventually, the grind gets to you. If you're away from your friends, you're not traveling with anyone you like, and you're doing stuff that doesn't creatively stimulate you, that's when it becomes a job.

I've always been me. The last three weeks of my career, I've cut some of the best promos I've ever cut, and I do consider myself to be a promo guy.

I'm a living, breathing example of someone who does the same exact thing, but drugs and alcohol just aren't a part of who I am.

I think health-wise, pro-wrestling is probably ten times worse for you than MMA.

My chair just broke by the way. It's a billion dollar corporation and I can't get a decent chair and somebody to come out here and fix this announce table.

You can tell that hold is effective because his face is red and the rest of his body is the color of a bottle of 2% milk.