I don't really believe in that ring rust stuff.
One thing I've learned is portion control. So, for example, if I eat pizza, instead of eating the whole thing, I eat three slices, and then I put it up.
The toughest fight I've ever had was T. J. Grant.
I've wrestled all my life.
I see myself as a power puncher, but for some reason, I can never sell myself that I'm one of the elite.
If you do what you love, you're going work your butt off every day.
I've been under the lights since my freshman year of high school.
There's no reason to be involved in the sport if I'm not going to fight to my best ability.
What I've done is back off weight training and do more wrestling, cardio - where you're building muscle but not building weightlifting muscle.
I grew up working hard to earn everything I had.
I'll be the first one to tell you that I'm fat out of season. I love McDonald's, and I love Taco Bell. But, whenever it comes fight time, I'm always ready.
As an athlete, there is no bigger compliment in my mind you can pay a guy when you say he can get the job done despite the obstacles he'll face.
If I don't get the love of the sport back, it's not about winning or losing to me: it's about having fun. If I can wake up and enjoy what I do, it's gonna show in the octagon.
When my kids grow up, my goal is someday, someone will come up to them and say, 'Your dad was an amazing person.' Not saying I was an amazing fighter but a genuine person. That's what I strive for.
What I realized is that no matter what you do, you're not alone in life. Every accomplishment worth a salt, there is someone else there who played a role and took a part.
I know that I wouldn't be where I'm at if it wasn't for God.
Fighting lives and dies; you can't fight forever.
I drive a big F-350. It's a dually. I put Ranch Hand front bumpers on it so it sticks out about another 12 inches.
I spent a lot of my childhood growing up in Oklahoma, where I wrestled and played baseball.
I really didn't know If I wanted to pursue the Olympics for wrestling. I didn't know what to do with my life. So, I prayed about it. My manager called me a few weeks later and asked if I wanted to fight. I agreed to give it a shot, and I went out and got knocked out.
