"Moooooooooommmmm..."

Colt Cabana: "When I was 18 years old and entered the world of professional wrestling, they used to say: 'Colt, you're like a kid in a man's sport!' Yeah, I was this young, naive child trying to enter the world of professional wrestling, where only men made their living. Grown men. Men with barrel chests and moustaches, and wifes, and girlfriends on the sides, and wifes on the sides, and children, second children, children of girlfriends they didn't even know they had. And now, that I've left my contract in WWE, I re-entered the world of independent professional wrestling. It's almost, like I'm a.. man.. in a sport of children, yeah.

Every single promotion I've been going to lately, these rickety little places seem to be crowded by little kids. And I don't mean little kids going up to me and asking for autographs, thinking I'm Eugene or Doink The Clown; I'm talking about the wrestlers. Wrestlers are these young, little punks. And PWG, July 31st, seems like I'm fighting the king of all these little punks, Chuck Taylor, Chucky T. This little, emo, iPod-wearing, twittering, having mySpace and Facebook, and Facespace and myBook... Chuck, I'm a grown man! 29-year old, 11-year veteran of the world of professional wrestling! I am a man, a grown man! And when you come into the..."

Cabanas Mutter: "What's going on here?"

Colt Cabana: "Oh, mom... mom..."

Cabanas Mutter: "And what is on your head?"

Colt Cabana: [zeigt auf die Kamera] "I'm trying to record the video. You're ruining all... moooooooooommmmm... Dad?"

Cabanas Vater: [im Off, hinter der Kamera] "Hey! Back off! He's not 12 years old! What are you doing to this? [Cabanas Mutter kommt und fuchtelt an der Kamera herum] Ahhh, how can you do this? I don't understand. Back off!"

Colt Cabana: [kommt auch auf die Kamera zu und fuchtelt herum] "You don't understand how it works, you're ruining everything! I'm gonna fix this..."