I like hurting people.
On May 29 2016, my wildest dreams came true. I became the WBC cruiserweight champion of the world at Goodison Park. The dream location, the dream title, the dream ending, a third-round knockout of Iunga Makabu.
I want people to remember me when I retire as a fighter who would fight anyone - that Tony Bellew was scared of no one. I'm happy with that. Anything more is a bonus.
I knew about boxing, as my dad could fight. He had a successful security firm in Liverpool, and I'd see him come back from a jog before shadow boxing in the back yard. I'd watch and replicate what he was doing, as kids do. It's funny how things turn out.
Some people have asked me do you think I got David Haye at the right time, but nobody said it was the right time when he weighed in with a six-pack, looking fantastic.
My goal first and foremost when I walk into that boxing ring is to get home safe to my missus and three children, because they're all in life that need me, and they really do need me.
I used to be a light-heavyweight, and I'm much faster than cruiserweight. That's the reason I didn't struggle with David Haye's speed, and David Haye is much quicker than Oleksandr Usyk with one punch and much, much, more destructive with the way he hits.
I don't need celebrity friends. I don't need new friends. I am what I am.
Anyone can lose a fight. That doesn't bother me. But the shame that comes afterwards is unbearable.