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Post by Joe Canazzi on Mar 21, 2007 17:46:39 GMT -5
Is any other armwrestler interested in writing? I just one a high school writing competition and got $300 (tournament money baby) for the short story that i wrote. Just curious?
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Mike Osif
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Pennsylvania
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Post by Mike Osif on Mar 21, 2007 21:20:54 GMT -5
Is any other armwrestler interested in writing? I just one a high school writing competition and got $300 (tournament money baby) for the short story that i wrote. Just curious? Joe, you better fix that before they take back the $300.00 that you "one".
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Post by Eric Williamson on Mar 21, 2007 22:04:30 GMT -5
I do a little writing here and there. I work at my college as a tutor in the writing center. I pretty much just proof papers for people etc.
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Post by John Stanton on Mar 21, 2007 22:37:21 GMT -5
you should post your story Joe
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Post by Jess Simpson on Mar 22, 2007 0:55:09 GMT -5
I'm minoring in Creative Writing at UW right now, writing is one my few passions along with the outdoors and of course ARMWRESTLING. Keep it up Joe,good writers are needed in every field out there.
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Post by JD Slough on Mar 22, 2007 8:01:04 GMT -5
Joe you should talk to James Retarides I know he has published many articles.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2007 9:05:40 GMT -5
I agree with John, Joe: post your story.
I write some for work - creative in a sense, since it's science articles, and there are many out there who know just how creative science is...
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Post by Joe Canazzi on Mar 22, 2007 9:31:40 GMT -5
I'll post my story as soon as i get home. All the other websites that i have it on are blocked. And my IP proxy for firefox has its limitations .
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Post by Joe Canazzi on Mar 22, 2007 12:06:21 GMT -5
A letter from the Underground
Its fight time, said a very muscular man whose eyes stared into my own as if he had no other joy in his life but hitting me as hard as he could and hoping that his hand would smash my face like the front end of a car going into a brick wall at 80 mph. Ive fought men like him before in my long road to becoming one of the most well known champion underground fighters. However the difference in this man was that he to was known for being a great underground fighter. Whereas all of my other opponents were just poor drug addicts looking for a shot at being known for something more than being just another good person, who had a good family and a good life. If this man lost he would be in just as much of a loss as me [well not as much as me, but hed still be at a very big loss]. I knew that if I lost this fight I would be completely destroyed. If I even survived the fight I would still have nothing left to support me or my daughter Anne and I would have major criminals planning to do who knows what to me because of a bet they lost as a result of my defeat. Ding the bell rung and even with all this running through my mind I wasnt the least bit nervous because, Ive done this over a hundred times and every time I prepared myself with the same game plan hit my opponent and dont let my opponent hit me. Somehow it always works. I took a step forward, stared down my opponent and swung my fist as hard as I could. Boom, got him right in the left side of his jaw. He took a step back, gave me an evil smile and ducked down to hit me with a double blow to the gut. I then felt like I was going to die, all the air I once had in my lungs seemed to have gone to my head . This made me feel like a fish out of water but with a swollen head. There was something in his gloves. Some type of a heavy metal. That was why I was going to lose this fight and that was why my life as I knew it was over, because of a glove filled with steel. Before I could say something to the referee I saw his hands coming at me at full speed. Two shots to my head and I knew it was over. I stood there and prepared myself for what might be the last hit of my life. Demetrius, Demetrius Kaet said a voice so sweet that I thought it was an angel, but I knew I didnt deserve to go to heaven. Yes, I replied. I am nurse Jean and I am going to be here to help you if you need anything. Where am I?, I asked. You are in St. Josephs hospital and you will be here for a month or more as you have a severe concussion and could, untreated go into a coma. Wh-where is my daughter? Your daughter? Yes, my daughter where is she? Is she okay? Um nothing in your files indicated that you have a daughter sir. What do you mean nothing in my files, of course I have a daughter. Im sorry sir; Ill check the records and come back to you later. No wait. Damn, she must not have heard me. Why wouldnt my records tell about my daughter, they always have before and her mother as well. I sat and thought about for a while but the only thing I could think of was if someone had changed my files. I couldnt think of anyone who would want to do that to me let alone is able to do something like that. Just as I was thinking about that Nurse Jean popped in and along with her a short, old man with hair that was so gray it looked like it had been made out of thread. This man says hes your brother Nurse Jean said. My brother? Yes says right here on file Damon Kaet, your brother. He was born May 17 1970. two years before you. In my head I kept thinking, this could be the guy who switched my files. This could be the guy who stole my daughter. I couldnt tell the nurse I didnt have a sibling. I never even knew my mother, but that didnt matter all that mattered now was my daughter. He is your brother said Nurse Jean in a voice that almost let me know she didnt know he was my brother. Yes, yes of course hes my brother. I-I was just very shocked to see him. Oh, alright then Ill leave you two alone. Thank you Nurse Jean. Nurse Jean quickly left the room as if she had hundreds of patients waiting for her. Who are you I asked the man. I am the reason you were where you were in your life said the man in a deep almost intimidating voice. What do you mean where I was. Dont you remember said the man. I made you the great fighter you used to be. I took you in and showed you how to fight, I let you be in my corporation, my Underground corporation. I then had a flashback and remembered that the man who owned the underground corporation let me train with him. But after my first fight I never saw him again. I am in charge of the Underground corporation and you were the champion. You remember the deal with all the defending champions who lose correct. Just then I remembered, 8 years ago when I won the championship. I got lots of money and fame on the streets. I had this before I was Champ but never as much I think it quadrupled in size as I became champ. I remember them killing the former champ and telling me if I ever lost my title this would happen to me as well. Ah you do remember said the man. It is a shame that someone called an ambulance and we had to rush out and left you there if it werent for the ambulance I would have killed you then myself. However just because you got away this time doesnt mean Your not going to die. See this gun in my hands. I used it to kill all the other champs. Its not loaded and Im not going to kill you now. Take this gun and meet my friends and I in the training warehouse tomorrow. How do you expect I? Shh you must be very quiet Mr. Kaet or people will hear you. You will be released from this hospital tomorrow morning I already made sure of that. You are to be here as soon as you are released. Bring the gun and you can try to shoot my friends ad myself we shoot you. I always try to play fair. And what if I dont show said Demetrius. Ah then not only will I chase you down but your daughter will die as well. My daughter, let me see her! Be quiet! You will see your daughter before you die if you cooperate and she will live. Here take the gun. The man in charge of under ground gently placed the gun on top of Mr. Kaets shirt. Have a nice day Mr. Kaet. And if you even think of messing this up, remember your daughter. The man in charge of underground stood up slowly looked at Mr. Kaet very confidently as if nothing could possibly go wrong. Then he exited the room in what seemed to be a normal fashion. But he stopped just as he got to the door and told Mr. Kaet I never did like you and you had to be killed sometime. After he exited the room Demetrius then understood that he had been set up. He knew he wouldnt have lost if his opponent glove had steel in them. He also knew that the referee always checked his and other fighters gloves for infractions of the rules such as this. He knew that someone messed up his records and took his daughter and now he knew it was the leader of what he once knew as his life. The Underground Corporation. Ill kill myself, Ill kill myself he said out loud. The man left a gun with his finger prints on it and Ill kill myself with it. Demetrius knew it wouldnt be that simple and he was very tired. So he told himself he would sleep on it and he did. The next morning he was released from St. Josephs Hospital and he snuck the gun out wrapped in cloth and somehow didnt set off the metal detector. He had a letter in his left pocket that he had written earlier that morning and he had thought of something that came to him in his dream. He went to a payphone and called the police He told them there was going to be a fight in an the old warehouse on East Delavan and Ivanhoe st. between the owner of the Underground Corporation and a man that had been invited there to discuss some business. Demetrius hung up the phone and rushed to the warehouse opened the door and saw the man that was at the hospital. He also saw his daughter and he knew the Underground Corporation wouldnt let her live even if he did what he was told. The police sirens roared down the street and everyone in the building panicked and not one person thought about killing Anne [Demetrius daughter]. The police got out of their cars and the Underground co. had no were to run. Demetrius already figured out what he had to do so he took out the gun with the cloth on it and shot himself in the head. The force of the shot pushed the cloth off the gun and onto the ground. The police came in and took everyone out including the dead body of Demetrius Kaet. The trial for the murder of Demetrius Kaet was charged on George Killike ( the leader of the Underground Co.). The evidence that prosecuted him was the testimony of Anne Kaet, the fingerprints on the gun that killed Demetrius, the phone call and a letter from the Underground Corporation that was found in Demetrius Kaets left pocket after he was dead. The letter stated that if he ever wanted to see his daughter again he would have to go to their warehouse and follow their directions. The arrest of George Killike gave the Underground Co. a heart attack and the police investigations for Demetrius murder killed it. Anne Kaet was put into very good foster care and lived a good life. Because of Demetrius Kaet the lives of the future champions of the Underground who would inevitably fail to hold their mighty status were saved. Besides his daughter the one thing Demetrius lived for was the Underground. Unfortunately the thing he loved most took his life, but unlike the other buried warriors be for him he showed great bravery and took the Undergrounds life down with his own.
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Post by Joe Canazzi on Mar 22, 2007 12:07:26 GMT -5
A lot of the punctuation got messed up. Bc i had this posted on myspace and when i copied and pasted it. It messed up the punctuation.
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Post by Matl'e McDaniel on Mar 22, 2007 16:30:07 GMT -5
Not bad Joe... In college I was a E-Major and spent the first year or so out of school free-lancing for extra money. The brain is the most important part of armwrestling unless you ask John or Allen If you are interested send me a mesage on myspace and I will shoot you out a good magazine on publishing your work and a few links for freelance.
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Post by John Stanton on Mar 23, 2007 20:00:50 GMT -5
Nice work Joe, don't listen to anything Matl'e says. HE'S FULL OF CRAP
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Post by Matl'e McDaniel on Mar 23, 2007 22:31:44 GMT -5
Actually full of poop... I eat little poops like John for breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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