Our story begins at the Olympics, specifically the wrestling event. It is
narrowed down to the Russian or the American for the gold medal. Before the
final match, the American wrestler's trainer came to him and said, "Now
don't forget all the research we've done on this Russian. He's never lost a
match because of this "pretzel" hold he has. Whatever you do, don't let him
get you in this hold! If he does, you're finished!"
The wrestler nodded in agreement. Now, to the match: The American and the
Russian circled each other several times looking for an opening.
All of a sudden the Russian lunged forward, grabbing the American and wrapping
him up in the dreaded pretzel hold!
A sigh of disappointment went up from the crowd, and the trainer buried his
face in his hands for he knew all was lost. He couldn't watch the ending.
Suddenly there was a horrible scream, and a resounding cheer from the crowd.
The trainer raised his ey! ! e just in time to see the Russian flying up in the
air. The Russian's back hit the mat with a thud, and the American weakly
collapsed on top of him, getting the pin and winning the match.
The trainer was astounded! When he finally got the American wrestler alone,
he asks, "How did you ever get out of that hold? No one has ever done it
before!"
The wrestler answered, "Well, I was ready to give up when he got me in that
hold, but at the last moment, I opened my eyes and saw this pair of balls right
in front of my face. I thought I had nothing to lose, so with my last ounce of
strength I stretched out my neck and bit those babies just as hard as I could.
You'd be amazed how strong you get when you bite your own balls!"
