Tension on the Ropes
A sudden electric jolt snapped straight down to my boots. My knuckles twitched, unlocking with a crisp pop. Showtime. I reached out and caught the top white ring rope right in front of me, giving it a sharp, testing tug. It gave, vibrating with real springy resistance. I bounced lightly on the grey canvas, shaking out the stiffness with a smirk. A whole arena of frozen competitors lining the barrier, and I'm the one ready to fly.