WHOAAAA. THERE GOES CODY RHOOOOODESSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. WHOAAAA. YOU'RE ONLY SMOKE AND MIRRORSSSSSSS. What's up, man?

Im the guy wholl drive 250 miles tonight and be at the gym tomorrow at 10 A.M., when people are still sleeping in. Im the guy wholl fly to Australia and find a gym. Fly back and first thing I do off the plane is work out before I shower or eat.

I've always taken any sort of audible response as a compliment, and I always understand it is our consumers' right and privilege to say whatever people want at our events. So as long as there's no silence, I'll keep being excited. But that stuff in the arenas is one thing. The comments on the internet - the obnoxious, visceral comments - are baffling to me. I just don't know why that's the way it is.

Well John Cena's like a pinwheel, so you can go ahead and blow me.

What I want to do is, I want to put together a nice list of those guys who I really did admire when I was growing up, listening to names like Lord Finesse.

A man's character is not judged after he celebrates a victory, but by what he does when his back is against the wall.

I think every year, my role changes. And I am an open house for advice, for anyone to use. It's just a matter of asking questions.