<p>hey PEOPLE i'm an ARMWRESTLER yeah that's right! This is THE official thread for everything armwrestling! Share your ANECDOTES, tips, TECHNIQUES, admonitions!! ANYTHING GOES. (not the musical). I want it all. OoOhhh Yeah, lay it on me thicccckkk. Mmmm baby. You're toooo good to me. </p>
<p>What's the buzz all about, you ask? We've all done it. We've all put our pride on the line once or twice. Armwrestling, man. That's what it's all about. Armwrestling IS high school. Armwrestling is life. Armwrestling is High School Life. No doubt. I breath for this ****. </p>
<p>It's cold outside. My teammates and I emerge from the stout yellow school bus that has transported us here. A rival high school. Academic Challenge baby. That's what I'm talking about. We're pumped - it's game time. Apprehensive yet determined, we head on in. Some weird girl leads us to a small classroom where the opposing team awaits. Yeah, they look smart. Hah. But no way we'd let them know it. Nuh uh. Not today. We sit down and wait for the match to begin. I'm eying the other team up, as is my nature. There's this one kid... damn he's big. Broad shoulders... huge forearms. A real bear. But he looks soft. Yeah, I think I could take him. In armwrestling, that is. I don't care about academically. Not my cup of tea. </p>
<p>I tell my teammates what's up. He's got a good 50 lbs on me, but they still think that I'd win. I have a reputation, you see. He's talking over there to his mates. It's now or never - the match will start soon, and I need to make a move before it does. So I pick myself up, walk on over to his side, and sit next to him. I look him right in the eyes. He doesn't meet my gaze - yeah, a caitiff, as suspected. I'm feeling good about this. He introduces himself all friendly like. I offer my hand up for a quick shake, and he accepts the offer. He's mine now - once they accept the shake, it's over. I tell him he has a strong grip. He says thanks. Goood. Right where I want him. I challenge him to a match. He accepts - big guy like him can't resist in front of all his buddies... some of whom are girls. Even better. </p>
<p>So we arrange the desks and get to it. Yeah, he's pretty strong. We're both lefty. The girls on his team reveal he's got a cute little nickname. Crusher. Awww. They say "Go Crusher GO!! Come on, he's tiny compared to you! Don't let us down!" But he does. I toy with him for a while. He utters the familiar self-effacing remarks such as: "His arm is pure muscle! I can't beat him. His grip is so strong! He's definitely going to win!!" I just smile the whole time - no talking. Smile, stare, grunt when needed, and drool if I want to freak the girls out. I dismiss him with ease once I'm bored and he's sufficiently embarrassed. We played mercy after that, but this AIN'T NO MERCY THRAD THIS BE ARMWRASTLIN' SHARE YOUR STORIES!! </p>
<p>And here's a task for everyone: At the next available opportunity, armwrestle your valedictorian. If you are the valedictorian, armwrestle the salutatorian. Guys; let her win. Gals; don't let him let you win.</p>