Sheamus stood and started to tell Orton that he knew that, but Orton yelled, "Did I say I was finished? What the fuck do you –" he was cut short as Sheamus snarled and grabbed Orton by the face with his right hand, lifting him and slinging him as he pushed his head across the back of the couch firmly with a fierce expression. He grabbed Orton's wrist and pulled it up behind his shoulderblade. Orton's face turned red as he was being smothered by Sheamus's palm.

"If we were in my room, ya would be through the wall for that. Notice how ah said my room, not yours. Ya lied ta me, ya trapped me, ya ensnared me, every breath ya took in was ta blow out pure shite!" Orton began tapping on Sheamus's forearm, trying to breathe. Sheamus stared down at Orton with an unfazed expression, suddenly calm. He pulled Orton unceremoniously from the couch and spoke calmly. "Oh, ya want ta breathe, do yah? Yeah, you probably should." He lowered his hand from Orton's face, only to bring it across his cheek with all his strength. He slapped him so hard, that Orton's face started tuning red before he even hit the ground. Sheamus pulled Orton up by the shirt quickly, still completely calm as the side of Orton's face began to swell. "Oh, I guess that might have hurt a bit, yeah? Aww, gee, sorry, fella. I guess they forgot ta warn ya. Ah am more dangerous when not blind with rage." He shrugged. "Ya look kinda uneven there." He backhanded him, "There, that should fix it." Orton reached up to hold the other side of his face as his eyes shone with disbelief. Sheamus pulled him close by the shirt again, then quickly by the throat. "Ya so much as think of whispering a cross word ya me, and Ah will show ya that it can get worse. And trust me, fella. By the time ya get ta your hotel room it will be worse." He said this, knowing that orton was two doors down from him. He opened the door, tossing Orton down the hallway, actually past his room, and slammed the door, taking out his phone, and starting in motion the first part of his payback.

First, within twelve seconds, he locked the door to Orton's room, knowing that it would take him some time to get back in, and he certainly had not packed his wallet in his pocket as he rushed from the room. He then went over to his bag and rushed into the bathroom. "Sorry, fellas. Scuse me." He said to Bautista and Christian, locking the door before typing furiously. He was in there for about five minutes, and as he left the bathroom, he was fully clothed, and he walked to the room entrance, opening the door to wink at Orton as the floor was flooded with FBI, CIA, and Secret Service Agents. Orton was backed up against the door of his room trying to explain as Sheamus nodded at one of the men, who nodded back. Sheamus closed the door quietly, gone before Orton even noticed he was watching.