"This place is nothing without me! It'll go bankrupt within a week!"

[Batista kommt, gestützt von zwei Ringrichtern, zum Ring. Der linke Arm und die linke Schulter sind bandagiert und "The Animal" humpelt. Ein blaues Auge wird durch eine Sonnenbrille mit weißem Rand verdeckt, die sich farblich wunderbar mit den Bandagen und den weißen Schuhen deckt. Im Ring angekommen setzt sich Batista ächzend in einen Rollstuhl und fordert lautstark nach seinem Spotlight, das er dann auch kriegt.]

Batista: [hört sich erstmal die Schmährufe der Fans an] "Yeah, I said it. I said it. Last night Batista said two words that I thought would never ever come out of my mouth: I quit. But I said it because my life was being threatened. Do you hear what I'm saying? My life was being threatened. So, because of John Cena's malicious actions I'm contemplating--I'm contemplating filing suit against John Cena. Also against the WWE and also against every fan in the WWE Universe for supporting what happened to me. That's not the way a championship match's supposed to happen. Duct Tape! Getting thrown off of cars! Well, I can stoop to John Cena's low level, but I believe in something called honor. ["You suck!"] So, now, because of multiple injuries I'm out for weeks, months, MAYBE YEARS. [lauter Jubel] That's alright, that's alright, cheer now! Cause I'll be back. I'll be back healthier than ever, stronger than ever and one way or another John Cena is gonna give me a rematch. I DESERVE A REMATCH. I'M ENTITLED TO A REMATCH."

Justin Roberts: "Ladies and Gentlemen, [Batista: "HEY!"] I have just been asked [Batista: "HEY, DON'T INTERRUPT!"] to introduce to you the NEW General Manager of Monday Night RAW... WWE Hall Of Famer BRRRREEEET [Batista: "WHAT?"] 'THE HITMAN' HAAAART."

[Bret Hart kommt unter tosendem Jubel zum Ring und hat ein Mikrofon in der Hand.]

Batista: [ohne Mikro] "What are you doing here? Get out!"

Bret Hart: "There's a new sheriff in town. And what I say goes. On June, 20th there's gonna be a new WWE pay per view concept called 'Fatal Four Way'. Now, if John Cena is still champion at the time, he's gonna take on three different competitors, all of whom are gonna be decided tonight. [das macht Batista wütend(er)] Now, you said you wanted a match with John Cena? [Batista: "I deserve a match!"] This is your chance to achieve it by qualifying for the Fatal Four Way right now."

Batista: [guckt ungläubig] "What's wrong with you? Did you not hear me? I'm sitting here in a wheelchair. I'm hurt."

Bret Hart: "I know you're hurt, but so is your opponent. And your opponent is... Randy Orton." [lauter Jubel der Fans, während Batista ausrastet]

Batista: [ohne Mikro, aber hörbar] "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? [mit Mikro] What is your malfunction? I am hurt, I cannot compete. And you can't make me."

Bret Hart: "You said you wanted a match with John Cena. Here's your chance. Take it or forfeit! It's up to you."

Batista: "What do you mean? You can't do that! You don't have the authority to do that. You do that AND I'LL QUIT. I'LL QUIT THIS WHOLE COMPANY, I'LL LEAVE THIS BUSINESS, I'LL LEAVE THIS INDUSTRY. I MEAN IT."

Bret Hart: "Well, then, Ladies and Gentlemen, on account of a forfeit and the winner and qualifying for the Fatal Four Way: Randy Orton."

Batista: [wieder ohne Mikro, total empört] "WHAT? WHAT? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ARE YOU K--aaahh... [hält sich die bandagierte Schulter vor Schmerzen] Are you kidding me? [Bret verlässt den Ring] HEY, COME BACK HERE! COME BACK HERE! Are you serious? Are you serious? HEY! COME BACK HERE! [wieder mit Mikro] Hey! I'm not kidding. Come back here! I'm serious. Get back here! HEY! [reißt sich die Sonnenbrille runter] You think I'm kidding? You think I'm kidding? You think I won't do it? You think I won't quit? HUH?! YOU ALL THINK I WON'T QUIT? YOU'RE NOTHING WITHOUT ME! THIS PLACE IS NOTHING WITHOUT ME! IT'LL GO BANKRUPT WITHIN A WEEK! ALL OF YOU WILL BE SO BORED THAT YOU'LL NEVER WATCH A SHOW AGAIN! YOU PAY TO SEE ME! YOU THINK I WON'T QUIT?!? ... YOU THINK I WON'T DO IT? ... IIIIIIIIIII QUIIIIIITTTT!" [schmeißt das Mikro zu Boden, während die Fans jubeln]