A cold Breeze blows in the D.A.M lockeroom

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The wooden door kicks open in the D.A.M locker room, a cold breeze blows past the wrestlers perparing for the upcoming Wrestling card. In walks a mountain of a man wearing animal skins and smelling like a wet dog. Slowly he strolls past the other workers and tosses his duffel bag down by an empty chair. He takes a gander around the room before setting his large frame in the seat.

Klondike:Bunch of Polecats.....

He leans down and unzipped his black bag and a fowl odor creeps out .

Klondike:Woo-Weee....should of had the ol' lady wash these suckers out...been a few months.

He gives a little chuckle to himself as kicks off his fur boot by his duffel bag. The mountain man starts pulling down his red sock exposing his clammy, white foot. He stretches out his toes letting them air-out one by one, a gleam of joy comes over his face.

Klondike:The names Klondike.....King Klondike for anybody that gives a whoot.

Klondike preys off his other fur boot and places it next to it's pair.

Klondike:I ain't too good at that there spell'n or that arithmetic...but one thing this ol' coot IS good at and that there is scrapp'n....I eat Badger for breakfast, Wolverines for lunch....an elk for my dinner. I've beat the frozen snot of a whole tribe of Eskimos.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a can of snuff and dips a huge wad into his lower lip.

Klondike:You Polecats should be like kick'n a baby seal across a frozen lake.....real easy.

King Klondike spits a dark brown liquid onto the locker room floor.

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