Turnbuckle Test

Standing around looking cool only gets you so far; real champions need an arena. I scoped out the curved leather armrest of the couch and decided it was my top turnbuckle. With that glossy black ribbon cape trailing behind me, I scrambled up the cushion, dug my boots into the seam, and struck a pose right on the ledge. The drop down to the seat looked massive, but caution is boring. I leapt forward into a full theatrical splash, crashing right into the plush pillow below. Landed with a bounce, rolled up fast, and threw both hands high. Flawless execution.