When Johnny Gargano first started trying to creep his way into F.I.S.T., I wasn't worried. After all, we were the trio that stood the
test of time. We were a well-oiled machine. We were an air-tight unit. We were the most dominant, the most dangerous trio in CHIKARA's history. We were
the very definition of the word "team." I didn't realize what Gargano was capable of until it was too late. I walked
into "Chikarasaurus Rex: King of Show" ready to take on three of Japan's finest, and crawled out stripped of everything I'd worked
years for. I was left as not just a beaten man, but a broken man. I was singled out as the "weak link" and kicked to the curb.
Johnny Gargano hadn't just stolen my spot in F.I.S.T., he stole my spot in CHIKARA.
When I returned to CHIKARA, Icarus was smart to throw his "trial series" in front of me, but he only postponed the inevitable.
I went through Chuck Taylor, pinned Johnny Gargano in a 3-on-1 handicap match, and finally defeated Icarus in a ladder match
to win my way back into CHIKARA. I'd won my spot back, but that wasn't enough. While Johnny Gargano was wrestling at "Under the Hood,"
I was at home watching on iPPV. I might be back in CHIKARA, but I'm not back to where I was.
Johnny Gargano, you might have taken my spot, but you never replaced me. You're a pretty boy, and pretty boys rarely grow up to be
tough guys. I'm the guy that made people fear F.I.S.T. I'm the guy that put the "danger" in "CHIKARA's most dangerous trio." Think you can
measure up to that? Why don't you give it a shot on March 8th in Tampa?