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When I first arrived here at CHIKARA, I must admit I was in awe of the Winged ring warrior. Here stood a man who had collected the highest accolades that CHIKARA has to offer. He had held the Campeonatos de Parejas, he was a King of Trios winner, and he was even the final man standing in a Torneo Cibernetico, which is one of the most difficult things for any wrestler to accomplish. Icarus was a man who had already accomplished just about every goal I set for myself upon arrival in CHIKARA. Not only was I bit nervous getting in the ring with him, but I was extremely honored at the same time.

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Needless to say, I was absolutely elated on both occasions after I had defeated one of CHIKARA’s finest. It reminded me of hitting my very first homerun or perhaps the first time I hit a sharp daisy cutter up the middle to knock in the winning run in the bottom of the ninth. On both occasions, I was welcomed by the joyful high fives or slaps on the backside from my teammates, but more importantly than that there was always a respectful tip of the hat sent in my direction from the opposing team’s pitcher. Sure he wasn’t happy about the outcome, but out of respect he gave the nod to the better man on that particular occasion. Perhaps I was in the wrong, or maybe just a tad naive, when I thought I would receive the same sign of respect from Icarus. When given the chance to display some form of sportsmanship, Icarus chose a different route. Instead of shaking my hand, he decided to flop around on the canvas kicking his feet and pouting like an infant.

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Over the years, I have gotten to know Icarus. We have been opponents in just about every style matchup one can imagine. I now know that respect, sportsmanship, and fair play are all ideals that he just doesn’t display. It is a real shame that one of the most highly-decorated competitors to ever set foot in a squared circle can occasionally behave like such a crybaby. Like such a bad sport. If there's one thing this Hatfield cannot stomach - it's a bad sport.

Lately, Icarus has taken this behavior to an entirely new level. We have had two singles meetings these past few weeks and thanks to hard work and practice I was victorious both times! First, I bested him in Allentown at an event promoted by Wrestling is Fun!, and then I repeated this feat just 17 hours later when CHIKARA made its autumnal Manhattan engagement. Being the bottom feeder that you are, you had the gall to attack me after the bell. Not very gentlemanly. You then proceeded to claim that you were the winner of these matchups. This is an untruth. If there is one thing I have learned while playing baseball its that you cannot win them all. When you lose, you need to learn from your mistakes, practice harder, and take your game to the next level. Icarus claims that it was luck that I defeated him. Odd, the more I practice the luckier I seem to get.

You're a sore loser, Icarus, and a bad sport. Twice in recent weeks you've erred in this direction. Well, I guess the third time is going to be the charm for you, Icarus. When I pin you live on iPPV before the whole wrestling world this Sunday, you are going to give me that tip of the hat. You are going to give me that sign of respect. And if you walk into The Trocadero not knowing a thing about good sportsmanship, rest assured, you're going to walk out an enlightened individual.

DH