This one man dynasty has only just begun.

Hey, Vickie, why don't you come down here and reprimand me to my face!

I understand the psychology of the sport, especially inside the ring. From bell to bell, from when my entrance plays and I step through that curtain, people have to wonder what's going on inside that guy's head.

You're nothing but an apple, a silly t-shirt, a catchphrase and a stupid haircut.

I forgot how it feel like to have the top of my foot hurt so bad from kicking people on the face.

So Carlito think about this: all the apple-biting.

As long as the fans were happy, I knew I'd had a good night, and it didn't really matter what anuone else thought.