I like looking good. But it's also about the feeling, right?

Sometimes the truth hurts. It hurts because they have a weakness - and I exploit weakness.

I love money, and I love movement. I like what it has let me do for my family. I have paid off my mum and dad's mortgage, I've bought them two BMWs, they can have anything they want. I am buying a fleet of cars for myself. I have unemployed my sisters, they don't need to work, don't need to worry about a thing.

My diet is usually pretty consistent whether I'm training for a specific fight or not. I don't like to mess too much with it.

I daydream too. I visualise. I think ahead, I can do it now, sitting here. I think ahead to the walk-in, I can hear the crowd, the music, I can feel the cameras all around me, I can feel movements in my body as I am heading there, I can bring up that incredible feeling you get when you step into the cage.

Machines don't use machines.

I always think street but train sport.