Hard times fall upon everybody. Whatever it is, we're going to get out of it.

There are nine million people who see me in the ring and hate my guts. Most of them are white. That's okay. Just spell my name right.

The one thing I know, everyone respects the true person and everyone's not true with themselves. All of these people who are heroes, these guys who have been lily white and clean all their lives, if they went through what I went through, they would commit suicide. They don't have the heart that I have. I've lived places they can't defecate in.

I'm trying to figure things out in the world. No one knows what this life thing is all about - there's no manual. Just trying to figure it out.

I just want them to keep bringing guys on and I'am going to strip them of their health. I bring pain a lot of pain.

My power is discombobulatingly devastating. It's ludricrous these mortals even attempt to enter my realm.

These pigeons have been living with each other for 10 or 15 years, but when I throw feed down, they kill each other to get it, and it's the same with the fighters. We love and respect each other...but we need that money.