It sucks to say it, but if I was to go out there and get outclassed by James Vick, I'd have to hang them up. He's not good, he's slow.
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
I'm a coyote shapeshifter playing in a world of werewolves and vampires---outmatched is n understatement.
He's out of his depth on a wet pavement.
It's tough being a small player. You don't want to be known as a guy who goes into the corner and loses 50 percent of the battles.
Of course I'm not stupid enough to think that we could take on WWE head-on and win, because they're too big of a monster.
Any time I've taken the mound, it's always been the old Samson-and-Goliath story written about me.
I can't think of any heavyweights that would match up well with me. They're all too big.
I hate when someone gets the better of me. A Division 1 wrestler comes in and takes me down and I get frustrated.
