Overcompensation.

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Wasn't it wonderful to wrestle in a match against a worthy opponent? The sheer simplicity of combating a simple man, a common foe and a respected friend was a breath of fresh air. The wrestling industry overshadowed by the usual disrespectful scumbags who perceived themselves to be better than they are. What made them like that? Ego? Arrogance? Noris had always understood the importance of confidence. The very word sprung his motivation to escape the terrible lifestyle he had abandoned to persuade life to better him for the future. It was a choice of confidence which made him the fastest and youngest rising athlete in the locker room. So yes, many may say he has a mouth and an attitude but who doesn't nowadays? Everyone in the world has a right to be vocal about their self-belief; If not, the world would be soaked in depression but in the spirit of competition, there is also another benefactor that mattered.

Fulfilling the promise of a prediction preached by the competitor. Noris Cranley said he was going to push Jaice Wilds to the absolute limit and confess the actions required to walk out victorious. Many thought he failed but upon their cowardice to the truth, they were forced into a humbling submission to his deafening victory cry. The child was ecstatic to once again win a main event worthy contest where he shattered the critics into a retreat to prevent another harmful attempt to smear his name across the canvas. Noris' momentum could be argued to be similar to his nickname. Unstoppable. Now, another challenge has been selected to test his theory where he must fight to the living breath of his body against a former world heavyweight championship contender, Smith Jones.

To be honest, Noris is interested and very curious. But for what reason?

The hospitality of the Hilton hotel was truly remarkable. A very classic institution that paid to host to Noris' temporary residence at the expense of his travel agent. With more appearances into the main event picture, the rewards and benefits have also increased. At the age of nineteen, the teenage wrestler has been enjoying life more than he ever could. Shopping at high-end stores, visiting five-star restaurants and enjoying the historic educational purposes of many legendary destinations. After all, one only has one life so why not enjoy it? It has been surreal to become a professional wrestler but to be under the banner of Alpha Pro Wrestling were already subjected into the main event picture has been phenomenally satisfying on his resume. Noris will surely tell this to his children in the future when the time ever comes.

For now, he's situated on his queen-sized bed enjoying the comforts of the silky thick white bedsheets under his bosom. Dayton, Ohio's weather was fairly calm. Rain poured in unusual patterns and sun broke through the thin clouds for most of the day. However, the moon was the only star in the night sky as Noris was peaceful upon his bed watching Netflix. "300". The recently added movie to the library was great news. He'd always enjoy watching Leonidas combat Xerxes. The spartan squadron of three-hundred soldiers easily overpowering millions of slaves, beasts, demons and self-proclaimed immortals that shook Xerxes who was a God-King. As quoted, the God-King felt a very human chill down his spine. A piece he'll always remember but with Noris, he leaned in closer on the edge of his bed before pausing the film on his gaming console.

"I really appreciate Jaice for really bringing it. Do you know? It's very nice to go back to the old times where competitors showed respect when the fight was over. I've always admired the sportsmanship. No matter how brutal the competitor or fighter was when the fight was over, it was over. They laid it all in the ring and started a new relationship outside of it. It's like painting a picture for everyone to see. You know the technique, what colors to use, the lines to draw and when it's done, you move onto the next canvas knowing it was all worth it in the end. That's what professional wrestling should be about. Not the grudges or the constant reminders of how amazing someone is. You don't need words to fight; You need your actions. It's what makes people pay to see you in the ring so you can show them with their own eyes to believe in you. Why do you think I do the things I do in the ring?

It's very simple. When the entire world is watching you, a conversation is made. A conversation between you and the world. Professional wrestling is just the language. They came to see you talk to them without moving their lips. Every action you do, it captivates them. They understand and they want more. I go out there every week putting my body on the line and do the amazing things I do for my story to be told which is all I ever wanted. As a teenager, not many of us have that luxury despite the crazy amount of streamers, social media, celebrities and more. They use their voice but their actions mean something else. I learned that from my father. He always told me he loved me but he never showed it how he treated me. No one deserves to be treated like that. No one deserved to be treated and lied too on a daily basis; I wouldn't even wish that on my worst enemy. Hence why growing up in the streets, it never really occurred to me to be in fights with a bunch of wannabe tough guys who were throwing up gang signs trying to be the next cast member on Beyond Scared Straight.

Talking can only get you so far nowadays but people want action. Why do you think it's the most viewed genre in television and film? Actions mean everything. Actions speak louder than words. From the moment I was signed into Alpha Pro Wrestling, I've never done an interview or spoke to the audience yet they all want to see me again and again and again. Why? I've used my gestures and my wrestling to do the talking. The fastest rookie with one year experience already subjected to the main event picture. Already pushed and figured to be the next one to challenge Masuda Jubei but yet, there's someone else who still believes he's the one despite everything telling him otherwise. He has a way of charming you. The illusion caster if we're being nerds but he's very well at that skill. I once even though he was the perfect choice to defeat Masuda Jubei at Ascension and become the new Alpha Pro Wrestling world heavyweight champion! But like what I knew best, he failed and now I have to face him as well.

Smith Jones."

Noris held the controller in his hands and rewind the film to a specific scene. He took off his black shirt and threw it to the side of his bed. His favorite scene paused where the first interaction between King Leonidas and Xerxes as they stood before each other. Cranley smirked and shook his head. He never understood why Xerxes was so arrogant and overconfident in meeting Leonidas who never budged at his 'divine' presence. Until now, it didn't make sense. It hit him like a bullet when he Smith Jones' name next to his on the card.

"You know? I think I really know what this scene means. I never guessed why I liked it out of the entire movie but now it made sense. Smith Jones is a professional wrestler who has accomplished many things. He's accomplished championships and achievements in multiple promotions such as EWC, XHW, XWA, PCW, etc. Compared to me, that's more accomplishments than in my entire life. Such experience, wrestling ability and championship-caliber career where on paper, he's the safer bet to make some money. With all of that on his resume and being in the main event of Ascension, why are we in the main event? Something's wrong there no? He's on the downfall and I'm on the uprise. He's the one suffering and I'm the one blossoming. In other words, the audience of the APW lifestyle is starting to recognize what I knew from the day the one the moment he kept opening his mouth on every show or every damn chance he had. It literally bugged the hell out of me to the point I had to change the channel or do something to skip his parts for I found out what nobody else did except for Masuda Jubei.

Smith Jones is just like Xerxes. All the gold, all the 'divine' power and all the useless riddles he speaks to try and get the audience on his side. After he won the Alpha Showdown match, they were listening but I didn't give a rat's ass to even bother with him. He let Braxton Locus take his spot before he did when he was begging the entire world to watch him become the inaugural world heavyweight champion. He spent weeks portraying himself to be the answer and even after winning the Alpha Showdown match, his level of confidence shot up to the sky more than ever. It's almost like evolved in his belief to the champion that he himself went to the Masuda Corporation and called out Jubei. Despite him losing against them may I add, he still had the balls to take the fight to Masuda. I respected him for that. At least he isn't as cowardly as many but he had one mistake where I know he's going to do it again and I'm going to use it against him. It's the mistake I saw from day one I was thrown onto the streets.

His actions.

He doesn't back up what he said. I watched the main event of Ascension. I watched it with my own eyes to see if everything he preached came to the light. Smith Jones went against Masuda Jubei. Fought with everything he had. Put the champion into a corner and was so close to ending his reign but like everything he did in APW, he fell short at when the opportunity was the biggest because Smith Jones overcompensates his words for his actions. He doesn't know what it means to fulfill the promise he made and it makes him look like a blabbering idiot. Can you imagine that? Talking all for the world to see and when they require you at your best, you can't deliver? It's why Leonidas proved Xerxes one when he made him bled. Xerxes felt what it meant to be human again. He was taken down from his little world and shown that the real world doesn't waste time for anyone else. That's exactly what I'm going to do to Smith Jones."

The boy stood up from the edge of the bed. He was right in front of the screen where he placed the controller on the countertop. Both his fists were balled tightly on each side of his body. His eyes glued to the screen. Narrowed and content with the motivation to defeat Smith Jones in the main event of Monday Night Metal.

"I'm going to break you Smith. I'm going to wake you up because no one else did. You're not who you say you are and you're damn sure not the answer to solving Masuda's puzzle. You had your chance at Ascension. You were given the opportunity to rectify his reign and combat it into your own. The entire world watched you. I watched you Smith and you failed. You lied to every man, woman, and child who joined your campaign that you promised them victory in your court. You were their leader but in the end, you fell when your strength couldn't beat the champion. While everyone was shocked, I wasn't. I saw it coming from a mile away for your damn preachings fell on nothing but deaf ears. All you did was waste their time and wasted mine but unlike them, I get to collect the debt. Monday Night Metal in Dayton, Ohio. I'm going to teach you what it means to deliver my actions alone. Over twenty-thousand eyes upon us, you won't be able to handle it. They call me unstoppable for a reason.

And to make you a promise, I will wipe my feet. I'll wipe my feet but it won't be in your ring. You don't deserve to have the ring of APW. I'll wipe my feet. I'll wipe my feet on the holy grail. The holy grail of your defeat."

"Hey, who are you talking too?"

The voice was behind him. Noris looked over his right shoulder to view the young lady of twenty-one years. She was laying down on the bed he was sitting on earlier. Minding her own business as the Peruvian beauty was on her Instagram page taking photos of her smooth and beautiful face. However, she broke free from the spell of her iPhone and stared towards Noris in a very confused manner. The unstoppable teenager wrestler sighed and rolled his eyes.

"...It's uhh...a pro-wrestling thing."

"Okay? Can you play the movie then and come to bed?"

Next time, do a promo without the Tinder date in the room. On the other hand, Noris was ready to bring him down. He was ready to gain another victory under his belt that would bring him closer to getting into the ring with Masuda Jubei. Every victory was just another stepping stone across the river to get to the other side; Cranley's goal was to become the next Alpha Pro Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion. Smith Jones' loss should be the guarantee for even a silver-tongued artist cannot beat a golden prizefighter. As said before, the main event picture was being set up for his frame. Cranley's debut up to now has been transitionally entertaining but the ultimate test was coming soon. New experiences on the horizon to test him. Would he be ready? The answer to that question was very near.

For Smith Jones, the puzzle was already solved. Noris was going to bring the truth to him where Masuda couldn't. A legendary defeat to humble a man who had never experienced the most dangerous language one can use in battle. A language that invoked fear and power at the same time. A language Noris used well to make sure his opponents never forgot him.

The language of silence.