"You don't like my hats? You don't like my damn t-shirts?"

John Cena: "Stop the music! Last week, Sheamus put me through a table to make a statement. Sheamus says he's that he is the new WWE Champion. Allow me to retort: he hasn't won anything yet, last time I checked I'm STILL the WWE Champion. And as the champion even if Sheamus does beat me, I'm entitled to a rematch. The reason I tell you this tonight is that if I need this rematch, I will use it at Tables, Ladders & Chairs. When Sheamus signed that contract with me last week, I told him he'd better be ready for war. That means no more waiting, no more talking. TONIGHT WE GO TO WAR! TONIGHT IT'S MY TURN TO MAKE A STATEMENT! TONIGHT, IT WILL BE SHEAMUS VS. JOHN CENA FOR THE WWE CHAMPIONSHIP!"

[Überraschend erklingt die Musik des seit mehreren Wochen nicht mehr gesehenen Carlito, der zum Ring kommt.]

Carlito: "Well, you've probably realized by now I'm not Sheamus. I don't know Sheamus, and as a matter of fact I don't even like Sheamus, but I DO like what he represents. You see, there's a whole locker room full of people who are hoping and praying that Sheamus beats you at TLC. Oh, and it's not just RAW. The ECW and SmackDown locker room, they feel the same way. You know why, John Cena? We're tired of you. We're tired of John Cena hogging the spotlight. We're tired of your hats, your t-shirts, your wristbands. Where is my respect? Why isn't Carlito in the spotlight? And if you're asking for Sheamus, you know what? Hey, look at me, because you need to hear this: Sheamus is gonna do to you what we all want to do. He's gonna put you through a table and become the new WWE champion. And yeah, you might represent all these people, but Sheamus represents us. At TLC, your reign as champion is over and your reign over the entire WWE is OVER, John Cena."

Cena: "I want you to listen to what I'm saying to you because I've never been more serious in my entire life. You picked the wrong guy on the wrong night. And your mouth is about to back you into a fight that you want no part of. You don't like who I am? You don't like the way I do things? [Cena hält seinen Gürtel hoch] Step up. Go on, go on. You make one move and I promise I will unleash hell on you. It is right here in your face. You wanna take me down? You wanna take me down? It's party time, let's go." [Cena legt den Titelgürtel hin] What, you don't like my hats? [Cena nimmt seine Mütze ab und wirft sie weg.] You don't like my damn t-shirts? [Cena zieht es aus und wirft es weg] Do something!"

[Carlito beisst in seinen Apfel, doch bevor er Cena anspucken kann, schlägt der zu und verpasst ihm den Attitude Adjustment, ehe er ihn aus dem Ring wirft. Sheamus' Musik ertönt und der Ire kommt auf die Rampe.]

Same goes for you tough guy! You want some? Come get some!"

[Sheamus wendet sich nach einiger Zeit ab und geht wieder.]