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Skriven 2006-02-08 08:08:40 av Greg Sears (3:633/104)
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Once upon a time there was a young man who liked to wrestle.  He had
done well in the NCAA competitions at college and decided to turn
pro. Although people told him that professional wrestling was nothing
like the college sport, he persevered in his desire, found himself a
manager and entered the pro circuit.

Being a clean-cut young lad and a good wrestler to boot, he became
very popular and successful under the ring name 'The Kid.'  The Kid
did so well, in fact, that he soon began to think about a title
match. Now the champion at this time was a mean, ugly and vicious
swine called Mad Dog McGurk.

Mad Dog's success was entirely due to his secret weapon, the pretzel
hold.  This was a cruel hold in which Mad Dog would tie his
opponent's limbs into knots while kneeing him in the back and trying
to bite his ears off.  In this way, Mad Dog had sent several
wrestlers to the hospital with broken bones -- it was even rumored
that one opponent had died as a result of his injuries.

The Kid's manager, Jack, argued long and hard that Mad Dog was much
too wily and ring-wise for The Kid to take on.  But The Kid had great
faith in himself and finally talked Jack into setting up a title
bout.

On the night of the bout, Jack's last words of advice were: "Kid,
stay away from him -- don't let him near enough to use the pretzel
hold." Then came the sound of the bell and the match was on.

The Kid was doing well in the early rounds, staying loose, moving
fast and scoring points.  Suddenly, at the beginning of the third
round, The Kid slipped in a patch of sweat and fell heavily to the
mat.  Mad Dog was on him in an instant and immediately grappled him
into the dreaded pretzel hold.

Jack, at ringside, despaired when he saw this, knowing that it was
all over.  He covered his head with his arms because he couldn't bear
to watch the carnage.  Suddenly, a great roar rose up from the crowd!
Jack looked up to see an amazing sight.  The Kid had Mad Dog by one
ankle and was swinging him around and around.  He threw Mad Dog to
the mat, danced on his face for awhile, and finally dropped on him
for the pin and the victory!  The Kid was carried from the ring on
the shoulders of his adoring fans, followed by his bewildered
manager.

Jack caught up with The Kid in the dressing room and demanded to know
what in hell had happened.  The Kid said, "Well, I was doing fine
until I slipped.  Then Mad Dog got me in the pretzel hold -- the pain
was so bad I passed out for a moment.  When I came to, right in front
of my eyes, was a loose jockstrap with testicles hanging out.  So I
bit 'em!"

The Kid continued, "Jack, you'll never know what you're capable of
until you bite yourself in the testicles!"

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