I'm not a good-looking guy. I don't care if my nose gets mashed.
I don't do anything. My life sucks.
Everyone has a plan 'till they get punched in the mouth.
My objective was to hurt the other fighters. I wanted to hurt them. I wanted to be merciless. Man, I was a wild thing. It's kind of a drug, a rush.
I hate to cry and I hate to sound like sour grapes, but no one ever listens to me. No one ever hears what I have to say.
He was screaming like my wife.