Hunting Season

You feel it yet? That itch under your skin. That heat in your chest that won’t

let you sleep. The season is upon us. Not coming. Here.

Right. Now. It doesn’t knock. It kicks the door down and drags you

into the dark. This isn’t about a banner. This isn’t about a picture on a wall.

This is about chasing a moment… a moment when the ref slaps the mat and the other guy

realizes he never should’ve stepped on it with you. Time.

Effort. Energy. You gave it all last year. This year we don’t

give it. We weaponize it. We don’t wrestle to survive the match. We wrestle to end