The debut of Bryan Danielson.

Bryan Danielson's voice is heard over the arena's speakers.
Wait a minute! Play my real theme!

Bryan Danielson emerges from behind the curtain, carrying nothing but a microphone, not high fiving the fans like he usually would, he just walks to the ring.
Bryan Danielson gets to the ring, the chorus of The Final Countdown starts and instead of singing along to it with the fans he puts the mic up to his mouth.
Shut the fuck up!
Danielson waits a few seconds before saying more.
For over a decade I've pandered to you worthless fans, pulling off amazing moves just to impress you, singing along to my entrance theme with you, pretending your cheers were somehow giving me the power to win the match, and where has that gotten me?
I haven't got a single worthwhile acomplishment in my entire career, I won the world titles of a couple of worthless wrestling promotions in front of no more than 50 people in a high school gym, I won the "pretigious" WWE World Heavyweight Championship, but in reality, that title is a piece of crap that even angry Miz girl could win!
From now on, I care about me, Bryan Danielson, not the American Dragon, not the master of the small package or any other stupid nicknames I created to please you worthless fans over the years, I care about me and only me, and if you have a problem with that, you're gonna get your fucking head kicked in.

Danielson exits the ring via the ring steps.
Danielson walks over to Michael Cole and hugs him, the crowd erupts in a chrous of boos.
Bryan walks to the back, the boos still not letting up.