There was this high school wrestling coach named Jimbo and after years of having nobody on his team who was any good, he finally had this kid, Billy, who was really good. He was fast, nimble, he could think ahead, and he paid attention to the coach, listened to what he had to say and followed his instructions.
The big rival for the school always had a good wrestling team. It was, like, year after year. They always did well in the state championships but the coach was an asshole. He was a bad winner. He was arrogant and would puff himself up, getting in the face of an opposing coach whenever one of his wrestlers won a match.
One thing the rival coach had going for him was a hold he could teach to some of his wrestlers. The pretzel hold. It was a complicated hold so not everyone could learn it. Maybe only one guy every few years. But if the kid knew the hold and could get his opponent into it, it was impossible to get out of. And this year, the rival coach had a kid in the 124 lb. weight bracket who knew the hold and it was the same weight bracket that Billy wrestled in.
Well, Jimbo's team and the rival team had several matches during the season and Billy usually came out the winner. But Jimbo always warned him, "Whatever you do, don't let him get you into the pretzel hold." He really drummed it into his head. And Billy always managed to stay out of it. That's why he won more often than he lost.
Anyhow, the state championships finally came around and the two finalists in the 124 lb. bracket were Billy and the rival kid. Jimbo was really nervous about the match and he kept telling Billy, "Jesus, Billy, whatever you do, don't let him get you into the pretzel hold. Nobody's ever gotten out of it."
Well, the match was pretty even until about the last minute. The rival kid kept making the moves that would get Billy into the pretzel hold but Billy always managed to get away from them. But in the last minute, the kid got him into it.
Jimbo was really pissed off. "Aw, fuck, I told him to stay out of the pretzel hold," he said. He sat down and had his head in his hands and was sort of looking at the floor when there was an explosion out on the mat. Arms and legs were flying and all of sudden, the tables were turned. Billy had the other kid on his back and was pinning him! And he won the match!
Jimbo was ecstatic. Nobody had ever gotten out of the pretzel hold before. "How did you do it kid?" he asked.
"Well, I was all tied up and it was just like you said Coach. I didn't think I could get out of it. But I knew you'd be pissed off at me after all the times you told me not to get into that pretzel hold. So I was looking up and I saw some balls and I bit 'em."
"Jesus," said Jimbo. "You bit his balls?"
"No," said Billy. "I bit my own."