I can't wait until after Elimination Chamber. All of the Smackdown Wrestlemania matches are set, and AJ is in the ring all like "what's going to happen with me at The Show of Shows?" The crowd starts buzzing with excitement. Somewhere in the back, a barely discernible chant starts - four syllables followed by the ubiquitous clap clap clapclapclap. Relatively muted at first, the chant begins to become louder and louder with each stanza. AJ can make it out now and his mouth widens to a grin. Now the entire arena is chanting in a fervent unison - the name and the claps crashing through the air and slamming off of every surface like the hammer of the gods forging a mythical weapon for a hero of legend:
"NAKAMURA! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) NAKAMURA! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) NAKAMURA! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP)"
The drone is as powerful as it is undeniable. People are chanting as loud as their mouths and lungs will allow. The very foundations of the building are rumbling and threatening to collapse from the force of inevitability. The future had already been written a year ago in faraway Japan, foretold by two modern day warriors clashing for the ages in a momentous contest of skill and glory.
Somewhere behind the curtain, an old king sighs. Sweat drops ribbon his forehead and cheeks like pinhole waterfalls. His ears, which have been accused of having lost the ability to receive the wants and needs of his people, cannot ignore the message in the earthquake. His eyes, once closed against all that might fly in the face of his vision for his realm are wide open. His lip quivers slightly at first, but then violently, like the dam on the brink of breakage from an unstoppable current. But then it stops, and its edges curl up into the cruelest of smiles.
A darkness pervades the already muted Gorilla position - black on black that swallows everything except the mouth of the king. Still smiling, it whispers:
"This is for Batista."
And then The Drifter's guitar strums a chord that slices the hopeful air and the hearts of the thousands in attendance like wire through butter.