I hope I can improve. I'm far from perfect. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if I fought myself. I think it would be a one-round KO. But if I was fighting myself, I know I could take my best punch. No, make that two rounds. I would knock myself out in two rounds.

Every punch was thrown with bad intentions.

My intentions were not to fascinate the world with my personality.

Friendth, Romanth, countrymen, lend me your earsth.

Every win, regardless a good or bad one, gives you more confidence.

I'm not Mother Teresa, but I'm not Charles Manson, either.

I am the most ruthless, brutal champion ever. There is no one who can match me. I want your heart. I want to eat your children.