High-Flying Launch

I sized up the corner post and hopped straight up, planting both boots on the narrow vinyl turnbuckle. Out past the ropes, the living room floor was an open runway, and an empty cardboard tape roll sat right on the carpet like a bulls-eye. No hesitation. I threw my arms out, kicked off with everything in my calves, and sailed clear over the barricade. Landed clean through the hollow center of that roll, driving one fist into the fibers. Crowd or no crowd, you always give them a five-star finish.