Before the match, the Nottingham wrestler's trainer came to him and said, "Now, don't forget all the research we've done on this Londoner. He's never lost a match because of this 'pretzel hold' he has, so whatever you do, don't let him get you in that hold!
If he does, you're finished!" The Nottingham wrestler nodded in acknowledgment.
As the match started, the Nottinghamian and the Londoner circled each other several times, looking for an opening.
All of a sudden, the Londoner lunged forward, grabbing the Nottinghamian and wrapping him up in the dreaded pretzel hold.
A sigh of disappointment arose from the crowd and the trainer buried his face in his hands, for he knew what was lost. He just couldn't watch the inevitable happen.
Suddenly, there was a scream, and then a cheer from the crowd.
The trainer raised his eyes just in time to watch the Londoner go flying up in the air. His back hit the mat with a thud and the Nottinghamian 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 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 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."
"So," the trainer exclaimed, "That's what finished him off!"
"Not really," said the wrestler. "You'd be amazed how strong you get when you bite your own testicles."