It's the emotional punches that you can't see that are just overwhelmingly devastating to your heart - your moral fiber.

Being a champion opens lots of doors—I'd like to get a real estate license, maybe sell insurance.

I was hittin' him with body punches and I hurt him. Actually he was cryin' in there, makin' woman gestures like

I'm just trying to change my life because I'm not above killing any drug dealer for money.

The only thing I do is just pray for inspiration, for a way of thinking, because I don't have any particular goal in sight.

There's no way I would want to hurt him or bust him up. That's why, for the sake of the family as well as himself, I will take him out in the opening round.

I'm just happy I'm not a phoney.