I'm a professional wrestler at heart, and I miss it.
I can't even begin to entertain another wrestler's perception of me if they don't understand what my fans look for in me. I'm different; I'm different.
My name is CHL. That's Charles Haas Layfield.
I think, at every professional wrestler's heart, there's a fan.
I never was an amateur wrestler.
If it was one person I could have a bout with, it would be Jack Pye, the Doncaster Panther. A mythical wrestler obviously from Doncaster who lived in Blackpool.
A lot of people don't know who they are as a wrestler. Even people that walk into the doors of the Performance Center. They might be world-class athletes or models, but they don't know who they are in the ring.
The days of just being a generic, punch-and-kick wrestler are pretty much over.
I really don't understand because I love opera, because I respect the Michelangelos and da Vincis, that it should be shocking because I am a wrestler. Because I am a wrestler does it mean that I am some kind of a robot who only knows to go into the squared circle and pound on somebody?
I had a list of names I wanted to use. Ricochet happened to be one of them, but I really wanted a true name name, like Johnny Gargano, Adam Cole, John Cena.
