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.

I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs... my addiction is wrestling - my obsession is competition.

So what? I'm out here doing commentary with Malaria.

He spilled my diet soda!

I don't know if you guys know this but I'm sort of a big deal.

I would never be happy with just coming to TV tapings, not working house shows, and just getting by, staying in the shadows. I'm proud of the fact that I can turn chickenshit to chicken salad.

Have you guys ever ghost hunted in Hawaii? No? Well, I have this fat friend... I shouldn't say fat, that might offend him, but he's Samoan and claims to have seen ghosts.