Hello Hello Hello CHIKARA fans, itís your good buddy Dasher Hatfield here, and I have a few choice words concerning
the upcoming matchup I have with Icarus the 2nd of December on iPPV. In my eyes this all started long, long ago.
I think back to Easton, PA to the first time Sugar Dunkerton and I teamed up. It was a 4-corner tag team style
match against The Young Bucks, The Osirian Portal, and of course, F.I.S.T. Although we did not win the entire
matchup, I did pin Icarusí shoulders to the mat for a 3-count. Just a few months later in the very same
building Shoogy and I had to wrestle F.I.S.T. in a tag match and the result was the same.
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.
Needless to say, I was absolutely elated on both occasions after I had defeated one of CHIKARAís 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 teamís pitcher. Sure
he wasnít 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.
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
doesnít 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
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