I started ripping (balls at) her. I told her I was going to rip her head off if she let any balls go by her.

I knew there was traffic in front. I just put my head down and let it rip.

He told her he was going to rip her laundry off and do dirty things to her, ... She asked him when he was coming over.

I asked him if he was fatigued or anything, ... He said, 'No,' so I said, 'Then let's let 'er rip.'

My head was exploding, my stomach ripping, and even the tips of my fingers ached. The only thing I could think was, "If I live, I will never run again!"

Anyone with a grain of sense would know that if I punched my wife I would rip her head off. It's all lies. I have never laid a finger on her.