Ziggy Musely's fighting career will have to wait another week. The town's Howl Dome training dispatch says the Punisher has traded the stew pot for the glove bag and is preparing for a wrestling-first program under the corner guidance of A Muse Zing Gamble.

The work is specific: chain takedowns, wall-work and three rounds of tightening the Dreadlock Guillotine. The torch-lit octagon, however, stayed quiet Friday. With wedding bells ringing across the lobby, Ziggy's cage debut has been pushed to next Friday's Fight Night.

There was no shortage of training drama. The dispatch promises one cage and no egos, with the loser buying the winner a drink after the contest. It is the sort of rule that makes a town fight feel less like a grudge match and more like a civic appointment with bruises.

The delay is not defeat. It is scheduling, and Ziggy's report treats the pause as part of the show: the town's major celebration gets the night, while the fighter keeps sharpening the entrance nobody has seen yet.

When the octagon finally opens, the audience will know the recipe in advance—canvas work, locked limbs, and a Dreadlock Guillotine waiting for its first public test.