Sheamus Quotes

There's no such thing as a lucky punch. You throw to hurt someone and if you hurt someone, job done.

I had the idea that I should beat up every player I tangled with and nothing ever convinced me it wasn't a good idea.

When you've got your man down, rub him out.

The NFL has gone a long way to Disney-fy its image, but it's not Disney. It's the MMA. It's a violent, brutal human war, with rules. The same guy who says, 'I'm going to rob everybody,' is the same guy who would be successful in the NFL.

I don't try to intimidate anybody before a fight. That's nonsense. I intimidate people by hitting them.

Some of them … are tripping one another up, while others are twisting each other and groveling together in the mud, wallowing like swine … Others standing upright, … are attacking each other with blows and kicks … one looks as if he were going to spew out his teeth, unlucky man, his mouth full of blood and sand …. Nobody can easily convince me that men who do these things are not out of their minds.

Some have made boxing a terrible thing to be around.

The moment I'm most proud of my career is when I got dropped by the headkick by Carlos Condit. I fell down and I was able to stand up.

Mother's father and brothers all took great interest in pugilism, and they knew the game well from much practice of their own. They were never so much delighted as when I visited them with a black eye or a bloody nose, at which time they would be at the trouble to give cunning points as to how to meet an opponent according to his weight and height.

I understand why my mum and my wife can't bear to watch me fight. There's a lot of blood, a lot of pain.

I break people's faces. I break their arms. I break their legs. That's a part of the sport. That's my job. That's the job of the opponent who's trying to do the same thing to me.

Knocking someone out cold means you just caught them, that's all.

I broke people's bones, tore muscles, ribs, faces, inflicted some serious and heavy damages to my opponents, etc... I got hurt myself, too, from serious attacks.

Sometimes you knock someone out, sometimes you just beat 'em.

Getting hit is not cool.

I'm just a normal fellow who gets punched in the face for a living and gets punched really hard at times as well. But you know what? I'm all right at punching them back.

The squared circle's no pretty place to be, and there's nothin' sweet about it.

I just like to fight, man. The place doesn't really bother me.

Boxing is like the Wild West. There are no rules. It's horrible.

People can dress it up however they want to, but boxing is life and death.

If you're in the UFC, you're one of the baddest dudes around.

Kickin', ass takin' names, cashing checks, and breakin necks, the champ is here.

I should probably start with the blood.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

I cross my arms. "It was a two minute conversation." "I don't think a smaller time frame makes it less unwise." He furrows his eyebrows and touches the corner of my bruised eye with his fingertips. My head jerks back, but he doesn't take his hand away. Instead he sighs. "You know, if you could just learn to attack first, you might do better." "Attack first?" I say. "How will that help?" "You're fast. If you can get a few good hits in before they know what's going on, you could win." He shrugs, and his hand falls.