The Californian "Behemoth" was famous for his "pretzel" hold. He had won every match where he had been able to acquire the hold on his opponent. He was particularly irritated this day because he had gotten another ticket for blasting down the freeway during rush hour, dodging in and out of traffic in his F-150 pickemup on his way home. His opponent, the old has-been wrestler "Crotchety Curmudeon" was expected to be an easy victory.
When the match started, the Curmudeon and the Californian circled each other looking for an opening. Suddenly, the "Behemoth" lunged forward, grabbing the Redneck by his "depends" and wrapped him up in the dreaded "pretzel" hold. A sigh of disappointment arose from the crowd and the Curmudeon's trainer buried his face in the fur of his Black Lab, for he knew all was lost. he couldn't watch the inevitable happen.
Suddenly there was a long, high pitched scream, then a cheer from the crowd, and the trainer raised his eyes from his Black Lab just in time to watch the Californian go flying up in the air. His back hit the mat with a very solid thud and the curmudeon collapsed on top of him, making the pin and winning the match.
The trainer was astounded. When he finally got his wrestler alone, he asked, "how did you ever get out of that hold?- no-one has ever done that before!"
The Curmudeon 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 testicles right 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.
The trainer exclaimed, "that's what finished him off?"
"Not really, said the has-been, You'd be amazed how strong you get when you bite your own nuts!"
