Our story begins at the Olympics, specifically the wrestling event. It is narrowed down to the Russian or American for the gold medal. Before the final match the American's trainer comes to him and says, Now don't don't forget all the research we've done on this Russian. He's never lost match because of this "pretzel" hold that he has. Don't let him get you in this hold. If you do you are finished. The American nods in agreement. Now to the match.... The American and the Russian circle each other several times looking for an opening. All of a sudden the Russian lunges forward, grabbing the American and wrapping him up in the dreaded "pretzel" hold. A sigh of disappointment goes up from the crowd and the trainer buries his face in his hands. Suddenly there's a scream and a cheer from the crowd. The trainer raises his eyes just in time to see the Russian flying up in the air, his back hits the mat with a thud and the American weakly collapses on top of him getting the pin and winning the match. The trainer finally gets the American alone and asks, " How did you ever get out of that Hold?"
The American says, I was ready to give up when he got me in the "pretzel" hold, but at the last moment I opened my eyes and saw this pair of balls in front of my face. 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.
