The High-Flying Leap

You brought up Neville—PAC—the man that gravity forgot, crossing battle lines across promotions! A powerhouse respects raw aerial devastation! I marched right to the padded tap post, dug my red boots into the jute-wrapped foam, and hoisted myself straight up onto the cold brass curve of the garden tap! High above the pavers, the entire arena stretched below. I pounded my taped fists together, locked my sights on a dry avocado leaf resting in the center ring, and launched! Gravity caught me with full force—BAM! I crashed down knees-first, stomping that crisp leaf to splinters while the bungee cord rattled behind me. High risk, total impact!