Sports Illustrated Is Very Serious About Their

Look At My Face. Does It Look Like I Can Take A Good Hit?

I Did What Sports Were Supposed To Be Like, And I Was Living In My Car. So You Know What, Fine. I'm Gonna Talk A Bunch Of Sh*t. I'm Gonna Pose In A Couple Of Pictures. And I'm Gonna Break A Couple Of Girl's Arms, And I'm Not Gonna Feel The Least Bit Sorry About It Because You Know What? At Least I Can Feed My Dog.

I Kind Of Like To Think Of Myself As The Bad Girl Olympian That Would Get Kicked Out Of The Miss America Pageant.

The Thing That Gets Me Up In The Morning Is That I’m Really Not Ready To See Someone That I Know I Can Beat Holding My Belt.

To Be A Fighter, You Have To Be Passionate. I Have So Much Passion, It's Hard To Hold It All In. That Passion Escapes As Tears From My Eyes, Sweat From My Pores, Blood From My Veins.