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The wee folk usually prefer using their wits instead of violence, but this fellow has chosen a violent trade for a violent time. Using a mix of Leprechaun magic and lots and lots of steroids, Ken Shamrock has been able to pass himself off as a pro wrestler (only his unchanged last name belies his Leprechaun nature). In the old days, Shamrock would have rolled in the hills of Ireland, smelling the the green plants that are his namesake. Today, he gets his face rolled in the mat and has to smell Mankind's armpits.
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