I'm Moving To A Point That I'm

In The Middle Of A Play, I Go Crazy And Don't Realize What I'm Doing. I'll Snap Back To Reality And I Realize, 'hey, I Just Ripped That Boy's Helmet Off,' Or, 'i'm Over Here Twisting This Guy's Knee.

I'm Moving To A Point That I'm Fed Up With The N.c.a.a. Dictation.

Due To The Injuries That I Will Have For The Rest Of My Life, It Is Physically Impossible For Me To Consider Any Career In Wrestling.

I'd Rather Be Good Than Lucky.

You See 'awesome' And I See 'lost.' It's Very Easy To Lose Touch With Reality When You've Got That Many People Thinking You Are More Than You Really Are.