Whitehorse, Yukon 
One Week Before Draft



“And that was the latest news in the world of Pro-Wrestling. We hope to have next week on our show pro-wrestler and twitch streamer, Cali Hayama. The Kelowna, BC native will will discuss her experiences wrestling in Japan, balancing it with her streaming career, and her personal life.”

The radio host transitions from the previous segment to his guest.



“I’m David Puckwell and my guest on SportsBall 69.4 here in Whitehorse, Yukon, is one of the young kids hoping to make his way to the SMJHL. Born in Laval, Quebec, his friends call him ‘The Dam’ for his ability to stop pucks and he hopes to make a splash in the upcoming season. Claude L’Castor, nice to meet you.”

The host grins at Claude who is wearing a button up shirt and dress pants. He’s not exactly used to ‘dressing up nice’ but he’s trying his best.

“Merci, David. Nice to be here. It has been a busy week and I can only imagine how, er, hectic the SHL draftees have it.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll keep things laid back here. We just are going to use this as a chance for fans to get to know you.”

L’Castor gives a nervous chuckle.

“Haha. That is the hard part. I am the star of this show right now.”

“How about I start with something easy, when did you start playing hockey and how?”

“About six or seven.” He answers. “My Papa, bless him as he is no longer with us, he would take me to the Lake on weekends in winter and I would play some pick-up hockey with the other kids. The next year I did organized hockey for the first time and the rest was history.”

He smiles. “I have many memories of Lac Aux Castor, especially in winter.”

“And were you always the goaltender?” Puckwell follows it up.

“Very early on, oui. My parents got me less expensive equipment for when we played pond hockey. Though some weeks I would take a break from the position, I was always the one volunteering to be on the net. When I began organized hockey my coach would always put me in net or on defense. In the end, I always loved goaltenders growing up so it stuck.”

David Puckwell looks down on the table at his notes.

“And according to my research, in AA and AAA level hockey you have won a few different tournaments including a Peewee and Bantam provincial title and lead your league in wins and goals against average. You were also in the top five for save percentage.”

“That sounds about right I think.”

“When did it click that you were pulling ahead of your peers?”

The goaltender taps the table in front of him. He’s always had some hint of doubt in him, but he did notice it eventually.

“About four years ago. I think one of my teammates found the stats page for our league and when we checked the goaltenders there was a considerable gap between me and the rest. Though numbers do not tell the whole story I realized ‘Okay Claude, keep doing what you are doing.’”

“But you didn’t declare for the SMJHL draft until later in the season.” David points his pen at L’Castor. “Why is that?”

“I wanted to make sure my Mama was okay.” He answers quickly. He looks behind him at the window to see his mom, with her supportive grin. The small French woman waves to her son. “After Papa passed things were not easy at home. Hockey was my distraction. So if I was to leave I wanted to be sure she was alright. She gave me her blessing, and support so it gave me the energy to do so, and I know she will be proud of me.”

David gives a friendly and supportive nod to Claude.

“I’m sure she will be. Now I want to ask about something interesting about you…” He pulls out a photocopy of a photo of Claude in goal. He’s in his gear, red and black for his High school’s colours and on his helmet, visible, a big beaver. We’re talking about a hairy rodent. Not anything else. He taps the animal logo with his pen.

“For those on audio only, Claude’s high school team is called 'the Rocket.' But right on his helmet is a cartoon drawing of a beaver front and center. Where did that come from?”

“Ah, the Beaver. My teammates called him ‘Chopper.’” The host snickers at Claude’s response but the goaltender continues. “But we are the L’Castor family. I figured finding a way to showcase myself would be nice. We met someone who knew how to do art and he volunteered to make some masks for me. First it was for free, but we did give him some payment.”

“And do you think it’s important to express yourself?”

“Absolutely. We goaltenders have a bit more of a chance to express ourselves with our equipment. So I find ways to incorporate the team’s identity with myself. Then sometimes I mix it up for specialty games. I know I had a rainbow mask when my school had a game during ‘Pride’ week to show some support to be a good ally. I hope I can create some gear which can honour the team I am on.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing what you come up with.” Puckwell puts the paper away and now tries to get his scoop.

“Onto the draft, the draft board has been somewhat over the place. The Yukon Malamutes are the team with the first overall pick after a BLOCKBUSTER trade last week. Do you think you’re going to go first?”

Claude shakes his head.

“A goaltender first overall is not impossible, but I know their team is set for goaltending. I think the first overall pick has been speculated to be someone else. So I do not expect it, but it would be a pleasant surprise if that happens.”

“You haven’t spoken to them yet?”

“It is early in the festivities, David.” There is some bluntness in Claude’s response. “And even if I am not first, it does not mean they can’t decide to try another round if I am available. The general managers do not have an easy job.”

“Well, what teams have you spoken to or are planning to speak to?”

“I will not give answers. My agent has taken the lead on it. The draft is stressful enough so he has worked hard to make sure everything falls into order and I have some time to enjoy the week or something pops up.”

“Well, you’re a Montreal native, at least someone born in the area, any interest in being on the defending Four Star Cup Champion Citadelles?”

“If they would draft me, it would be an honour, but we hockey players make the team we play for home. That goes for the SMJHL and the SHL. Brick Wall is from Ireland and he spent much of his career in Montreal. Our city was a home to him. So I hope to feel at home wherever I play and to be in a new city would be exciting.”

Shuffling through his papers, Puckwell grabs a piece of paper which has a table neatly divided into two sections.

“Well, whatever team gets you may have an interesting player. In my hands I have the scouting report on you, do you mind if I read some of it off and you can elaborate?”

“Non. Go ahead.”

The host uses his pen to help him read out what is being said.

“Okay, it says here for positives: Good attitude and size, seems teachable. Game in net is well rounded, but has great positioning. For being tall, he’s quick to react and uses his reach to recover if out of position. Does that seem accurate?”

“It is what the scouts say, so I hope it is true. My family knows what it is like to work for something. When I make a mistake, yes there is frustration, but when I can I look back with the coaches and try to learn from it. I also try to be a good teammate. As for the game itself, I focus on developing, how you say it, a ‘hybrid style.’”

“Hybrid?” The host asks and Claude clarifies.

“This is not the early days where goaltenders cannot wear masks. So the days of the ‘stand-up’ goaltender are long over. Then there are some goaltenders who rely too much on being in the butterfly, they leave the top of the net open. I want to be ready for anything. You see it with Brick Wall as I mentioned him. Also Justin Time in the SHL had a great season.” 

“That sounds reasonable, and I know you may not like it, but I’ll at least read off the ‘cons’ here. Is that okay?”

“I may not like it, but we need to be honest, haha.”

“Sounds good. Let’s get it.”

He taps the pen on the sheet. “You sometimes can be too aggressive in play and either make a poor pass to a teammate or attempt a pokecheck and leave yourself out of position. Also he may need to speak with a nutritionist, is that right?”

The tone of the host causes the prospect to cover his mouth, trying not to break out in tears of laughter.

“I was a picky eater as a kid. My coach got me on a diet a year ago and while I do not have ‘visible abs’ I have shed a few pounds. It is nice to try new things and learn how to cook. But if a nutritionist may help, who am I to say no? I got things in and out of the game to work on.”

“That’s the right outlook.”

Putting his pen down, David Puckwell asks him one final question.

“And what are your long-term goals? Many players hope to make the jump one day to the SHL.”

“Absolutely, that is the dream.”

“What do you think your timeline would be?” He clarifies. “How many seasons?”

“I do not think it’d be instantly. The spot for a goaltender is not always there and even with forwards, it can take a few seasons before you can truly be at a competitive level, many take the whole four years. I’m hopeful that, after the draft, I can get with my coaches at training camp and come up with a good plan. But I’m going to try to be patient.”

“You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, Claude.”

David extends his hand for a handshake which L’Castor accepts.

“Thank you very much for coming on. That is Claude L’Castor. He is just one of the players who will hear his name get called this week at the Season 80 entry draft for the SMJHL. You will get more coverage this week, but after the break: Is Pickleball a real sport? See the alleged sport sweeping America next.”

The feed switches to an ad and the ‘Live’ light turns off. Both men take off their headsets and David gets up, giving Claude a pat on the shoulder.

“Good luck, kid. Looking forward to seeing you this next season.”

“Merci. I appreciate you being a good host.”

With his head, David Puckwell motions towards the door.

“I imagine you need some time to relax. Go spend time with your family.”

Claude walks out of the room and gives the host a chance to rest his voice before the next segment. In the hallway to greet him is his mother. She jumps up and gives her large son a big hug.

“Claude!” She shouts. “Tres beau, that interview was a joy to watch.”

“Thank you, Mama.” Claude practically lifts up his mom with the size difference before ensuring her safety on the ground.

“I just hope that was a good way to raise my stock.”

“If it didn’t, then at least you maybe made a few more fans.”



Walking down the hallway is his agent, Jason Rose. Short blonde hair with some wrinkles forming. He is in his 50’s, but he looks to be in good shape for his age. He’s got a sports jacket and turtleneck on. He always has that dang turtle neck. Claude says he looks like a Bond villain. Rose thinks it is a stylistic choice. But generally, he is a good agent. He tries his best to keep Claude’s head clear so he can focus on his game. Even when Claude was hesitant to declare for the draft, he did not pressure the goaltender.

“By the way, I’m glad to see how you handled some of those questions. Don’t let them know who’s meeting with you so a lesser team doesn’t jump and pick you when they’re not a fit.”

“Jason. I told you, I am fine with whoever drafts me. My career is a marathon, not a sprint.”

Jason flips through his phone, checking his schedule.

“I know. But sometimes a good player struggles early on because they’re not in the right organization and it results in them being behind in their development.”

“Claude will be just fine.” Mama L’Castor pats her son on the elbow. “He has his Papa’s work ethic.”

“That’s what the scouts have said which might not be the sexiest thing on the scouting report, but most Organizations love-”

Scrolling through his phone, Jason reads something which causes him to break out a big grin.

“And holy shit… There’s MORE first round trades! St. Louis trades their 10th to San Diego!”

“This draft is heating up then.” Claude comments.

“It is and the SMJHL draft is always hard to predict. You guys play in different leagues against different levels of competition. You can go anywhere from round one to round ten with the rate things are going.”

“I would rather not have to wait that long to be selected.” Claude raises an eyebrow at the possibility of going as late as the tenth round. “I do not mind waiting some rounds, yes, but I do not think I have worked this hard to be drafted that late.”

“You won’t. But the thing with goaltenders is you can never be sure where they’ll end up. A team may be desperate for goaltending, but they also have about three or four needs to be filled up and since goaltenders tend to develop slower, they might take the risk and wait.”

Trying to put his client at ease, Rose pats him on his shoulder.

“Besides, I’m just finalising your meetings with the GMs and scouts of some of the teams.”

“How many?” He asks.

“At least one. No more than sixteen.” He teases Claude. He’s trying to keep the surprise for his client. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ve scheduled them well enough where you’ll have enough time to relax and get yourself ready. Wear your best suit.”

“And I was thinking of growing out the stubble a bit.”

“Claude!” His mom shoots the idea down. “You need to be clean shaven.”

“Well Mrs. L’Castor, I hate to break it to you, your son is a hockey player, beards are in. Give it a week and if it looks too messy, shave it and wait for the rest of the off-season. By the end of the night I’ll send you the schedule and where we’ll be meeting everyone.”

The agent winks at Claude.

“Take care.”

“Au revoir, Monsieur Rose.”

Claude watches his agent head down the hallway. He appears slightly on edge. Being the caring mother she is, Mrs. L’Castor senses it. She rubs his shoulder and gives her son a hug.

“Claude, you will be fine. There will be a reason for where you end up. Any team would be lucky to have you, my boy.”

Inhaling and exhaling, Claude lets his mother’s words relax him.

“I know I am proud of you, and your Papa may not be here, but I know he is looking down on you with a big grin and he will have a front row seat for every game you play.”

The big guy’s eyes water up slightly. That is exactly what he needed to hear. He gives his mother a gentle hug.

“Merci Mama, Je t’aime.”

“Je t'aime aussi. I will meet you outside. Let’s get something to eat.”

“I will. I will.”

Mrs. L’Castor walks the other way down the hall towards the exit and Claude L’Castor takes a moment to reflect. On the walls of the radio station are posters of the various athletes who have been on the show over the years. Sure enough, there’s a number of SHL players and alumni. He has his chance to stand with them.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his wallet. Inside is a photo of him and his father. It is from the day they came back from Lac Aux Castor for hockey. Claude put on his gear one more time to show his mom and she took a picture of the two together.

Putting his wallet away, he goes down the hallway to follow his mom so they can enjoy some quality time together on what is sure to be a busy week.





Takhini Arena
3 Days before Draft

Home of the Yukon Malamutes, the team with the first overall pick. Though the smallest barn in the league, home to a packed local crowd and with their blockbuster trade to secure their lucrative pick, there’s a number of fans swarming the less than 2000 seat venue to see their shiny new draft pick.

Though the area is somewhat tight, the SMJHL officials are making use of the space. The workout room is for physicals, and they have done well rotating players to not overcrowd. The main arena is where the players are showing their skills in game. Seeing how fast they skate, how hard they shoot, judging players for their IQ in drills, etc.

After finishing his physicals, Claude L’Castor is in his goaltending gear and is about ready to step on the ice. He’s wearing a generic white jersey with the league logo on it. His pads are white with trimmings of red and gold, his trapper and glove match. They're a “Glace” brand. A local company for hockey gear specializing in goaltender gear. Then of course, his goaltender mask with ‘Chopper’ the Beaver on it. Even waiting in the tunnel, he saw a few kids smile at his mask and he took time to greet them. He was one of those kids on the other side of the glass when he was growing up, eager, hyper, hoping to get acknowledgement from his heroes. The least he could do is say ‘Hello’ to them.

Some media is on the ice and the bulk of the attention is towards the Söderberg-Tremblay triplets. With Océane the favourite for first overall, then Baldur-Ulysse and Phoenix-Orion expected to be within the first two rounds, they’ve been getting attention. Second generation players are always exciting, especially when they are triplets!

Reaching over the glass, Jason taps Claude on the shoulder.

“Hey buddy. How’s your week been?”

“It is hectic.” Claude squirts some water into his mouth. “I’m surprised you are letting me go into interviews alone. I’ve been wondering if I could get some guidance.”

“I trust you with them.” He gives Claude his seal of approval before explaining. “Given the fact that it’s hard for coaches and scouts to judge players based on the fact the leagues everyone comes from are so varied, they really want to see you for yourself in those. So I figured giving you some space would help. Besides, who else can keep your mother busy?”

Claude rolls his eyes. “Let me guess, you let her go shopping?”

“That and a Museum tour. You really should go with some teammates during the season, great for team bonding.”

“I like history, but that sounds boring and repetitive…”

“Kidding, kidding. But I’ve heard some good things from those interviews, knock on wood.”

“Are you sure? Because the one with Nevada did not go well.”

“Nevada?” Jason raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“They said they were thinking I would be picked in the third round.”

“I don’t think that’s accurate. Not from the reports I’ve seen.”

“Well, they said if I was available in the third that would be the landing spot.”

His agent shakes his head. He does not buy that.

“I think you’ll be higher. I’ve heard good things from the coaches and general managers for those I followed up with. But, specifically, I heard what you did in the Workout room.”

“What did I do?”

“Kid, you bench pressed 265! That’s more than you weigh!”

Rose wheezes in disbelief. “Most players aim for about 80% of their weight on the one that counts and you went with 245 on your practice and 265 on your recorded result!”

“I told you, I may not have abs, but I have been working out.” L’Castor looks down, slightly sheepish.

“No shit.” Putting his hands on his hips, Rose explains. “That basically threw the whole ‘needs to drop weight and get in shape’ argument out of your scouting report. Just keep it up with the interviews later this week and do your best here, you’ll be a first round lock.”

He pats his client on the shoulder.

“But don’t stress. Remember, it’s not where you get drafted, it’s how you use the opportunity.”

With the words of encouragement, Claude puts his mask on and skates out on the ice. The section for the goaltenders is smaller compared to the skaters. After all, there’s less than 10 goaltenders in this draft. He talks to the scouts running the drills. Jason Rose, the wise businessman, goes to sit down with some General managers. He appears to be in good spirits with most of them, several having already talked to, or are planning to talk to Claude. L’Castor looks up as Jason receives a strong handshake from John Kennedy from Nevada. One of the ones who told him they hoped he would be available in round three. He raises an eyebrow.

“No way…” He mutters. He doesn’t believe it will be where he’ll end up.

Erik Nielsen Whitehorse International Airport

36 Hours Before Draft

The final day before the draft.

With the unique location for SMJHL draft, the players, their family members, and the team representatives are ready to fly out to the North Pole (Or as close as the SMJHL could afford to get). They will spend the night there, with the draft the next evening, and then fly back the next morning. It may be a busy schedule, but the SMJHL would love to just say ‘We had a draft at the top of the world.'

Claude and his mother are walking into Whitehorse airport, having their things packed. Looking to make an impression, Claude L’Castor is already in his suit, his facial hair is beginning to grow out slightly, with it being a nice stubble. His mother has a light winter coat on, currently unzipped. There’s a slight breeze in the air, but by the time they get to the North Pole, things will get chilly.

Mrs L’Castor sees her son sipping his tea and talks to him.

“So, how are you feeling? Any idea where you’ll land?”

Claude looks down at his mother. “They released a lot of mocked drafts last night. Some people are predicting me around 8-14. The top goaltenders are me and one of the triplets. Uh, Baldur is his name.”

“That sounds really good!” She smiles. For a kid who was not confident in his chances, the fact he’s got this final big jump is reassuring.

“Well, it does not matter where you get picked if you do not put in the work, but the confidence feels nice.”

“And have you talked to all of them?”

“Most.” Claude runs through his meetings this week. It’s been a blur. “I did not meet Maine or Newfoundland, so I will not be on the East Coast. But I had good talks with San Diego, Ottawa, Kelowna, uh, the Armada and Carolina. I think if I get drafted by any of them I would not be upset.”

“I’ll be sure to make it out there for your first home game… Even if it is as far as San Diego or Alaska.” She promises to Claude.

The goaltending prospect goes to the door, but his mind can’t shake the outlier of that list. Nevada. Jason seemed very buddy buddy with his GM. Does he know something he doesn’t.

“What would you think if I played in Vegas?” He asks his mother.

“Las Vegas?” She blinks. “They’re not in that range, are they?”

“They are not, but I did talk to them too. So you never know.”

“Well, if it is a good fit for you, then who am I to say no?”

The reassuring words give Claude some comfort. “Merci.”

“But don’t you dare go to the casinos.”

“Mamaaaa…” Claude groans.

“Or hook up with one of those-”

“I know!”

The two share a laugh as they go into the airport to check in.

With some good interviews and a good combine, he looks to be fairly high.

But even he isn’t prepared for what will come on draft day.

SMJHL Draft

The moment has arrived. At the North Pole, or as close as the SMJHL can get, a generation of hopefuls are looking to take the first step of their hockey careers with their new teams. Despite being late, the sun has not set, with this being the summer (In my headcanon), there is near perpetual sunlight up North. The guys and gals hoping to get their name called are in an auditorium with their families and friends who made the trip, dressed to impress. Mixed in them is some members from the media, with more in differing rooms near-by. There’s several screens set up in front, giving the set up some pizazz and a podium with the SMJHL logo front and centre. Then, a clock to the side to show each team with their five minute maximum to wait before securing their pick.

With the graphics of the screen showing an icy light blue with the Yukon Malamutes logo, it is time for the first pick. Claude L’Castor sits with his mother and his agent and he’s leaned back. He’s not expecting to hear his name, but that’s okay. The commissioner speaks into the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we thank you for coming for our SMJHL Season 80 Entry draft. I know it is quite the journey for many of you to get here, but as you can feel like you are on top of the world when selected, we felt that it would be fitting to be here at the North Pole to share this moment.”

There’s a polite clap as the Yukon Malamutes general manager and coach stand on stage. They hold a team jersey, the blue base with trimmings of red, specifically a stunning mountain range design on the bottom make it a magnificent uniform. The commissioner has a tablet and he reads off the pick sent to him.

“With that, I will not let you wait any longer. With the first overall pick in the Season 80 SMJHL Draft, the Yukon Malamutes are pleased to select, from Sweden, Defence Océane Söderberg-Tremblay!”

There’s some cheers along with a round of applause from the parents and players as the speculated first pick comes true. The tall Swedish woman (Yes, she stands six foot seven, woman is MASSIVE) hugs her parents and her siblings. The live feed begins to discuss what put her in the position, her size and reach, defensive IQ, and of course her Hall of Fame caliber family.

Claude nods his head and looks at Océane walking on stage, she shakes hands with the commissioner and her new bosses before putting on the jersey and a team hat. She stands for a photo as the audience claps.

Claude nudges his agent.

“I’ll tell you what, Jason, a slapshot from the point from her would not be pleasant. That, or if she rushes the net.”

Rose snickers as the trio of them wait out the next picks. Claude is mentally setting his bar low. He’s projected by many to go 8th, 9th, or even 10th. Ottawa, with a rich start to their prospects, some going high in the SHL draft earlier this month, a goaltender could round them out. So him or even Baldur-Ulysse from the triplets could be a good get. Even if he doesn’t go to the nation’s capital, Kelowna and him seemed to get along when he talked to them, and if San Diego picks him with their newly acquired 10th pick, it could be a good place to grow, make an impact on a fairly new team.

Vancouver’s second pick five minutes later would not have quite as much pomp and circumstance as Océane, but the franchise, after a rough season, is excited to begin to build their next wave of prospects. River Yekaterina Volkova from Denmark is selected, a speedy winger with great vision and puck handling skills. She is the type of player who can make others around her better. A good start for what is expected to be a busy night for Vancouver.

San Diego, another team who is trying to rebuild after a rough season, makes it to the stage next with their colourful and tropical uniforms. The look is eye-catching, though Claude jokes with his agent that he’d look like an orange with it on. They go with a big player, Dee Centerman IV, Jr from St. Louis. Though he will not be going to his hometown team, with his size and ferocity, he is sure to protect his teammates and create space on the ice.

The first ten minutes from the first pick were uneventful for Claude L’Castor. The goaltender would chat with his mom and agent. Make a few jokes, and remiss what it’d be like if his father was here. Claude asks for a water bottle before the clock goes off to signal Nevada’s pick. Jason Rose sits and looks at his phone as a text message goes off. The name, J. Kennedy.

The message: “We look forward to seeing our newest young ram in the net.”

As the clock is about to hit zero, the dark blue and gold of the Nevada Battleborn appears on the screen. The commissioner goes up as the head coach and general managers of the Nevada Battleborn step on stage. The general manager: John Kennedy.

Wanting to keep it a surprise for his client, Jason Rose tucks his phone away and shows a slight smirk. Claude L’Castor is barely paying attention, taking a sip of his water.

“The pick is in. With the fourth pick of the SMJHL Season 80 Entry draft, the Nevada Battleborn are pleased to select…”

He pauses, knowing that to some, it might be a bit of a shocker.

“From Laval, Quebec, goaltender Claude L’Castor!”

The camera zooms in as Claude, hearing his name, tries everything he can to not have a spit take on a live feed. There’s some claps and cheers from the audience. Claude L’Castor looks at his mother and goes.

“Oh mon Dieu! I’m fourth? What the fuck?!”

His mother gives him the biggest hug she can as Jason pats his client on the back.

“Congrats, kiddo. First goaltender selected!”

“Félicitations! You deserve this!” His mother congratulates her son and lets go so he can go up on the stage.

The goaltender walks down the aisle and up to the stage where someone is there to take his sports jacket. He goes up to the stage and shakes the hand of the commissioner before going to his new coach and GM. As he gets to Kennedy, he asks.

“Is it the third round already?” The two chuckle before he says. “I thought I was going to be later.”

“First lesson of Vegas, kid. You always need a good Poker Face. Welcome to the Battleborn!”

“Merci. Pleasure to join. I will work hard for you.”

Claude puts on the Navy and gold of the Battleborn. Just before he puts on his ball cap, he gets an idea.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. Pulling out the picture of him and his father he keeps with him, he poses for his photo, holding it in his hand visible to the camera. There's an audible 'aww' from some people as there's more clapping and applause. Claude is ecstatic, elated. His mom claps extra hard from her seat and waves at her boy, trying to hold back tears. Claude L'Castor keeps a brave face on, but he is having a difficult time. At least he can say:

Deep down, his dad is with him. 

Word Count: 5578 according to google docs. My other one may need to be adjusted. Turns out the site adds a bunch of words with images. No problem it being lowered if it is inaccurate. Also apologies to any formatting errors. They are a pain-

Claude L'Castor #70||Goaltender||Nevada Battleborn 

 

Another great media piece @Beavie !

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