After misspending his youth as a headstrong teen who wouldn't accept anyone's attempts at restraint or denial, Donovan Hurst
decided that he needed something in life that he could stick to for a while. Of course, whatever he went with would have to
be something that fit his lifestyle as it sat. Tattoo artistry, club security, illegal good procurer, it always seemed to
end in a fight with him. He tried being a musician for a while, and it was an interesting enabler for him to find even more
insane situations than he had before-- but even that didn't work.
So if everything leads to a fight one way or another, why not try fighting?
Mixed martial arts was where he started, but it was rather elitist and his bluntness on his opinion of that didn't land him
many good opportunities. So he crossed over into wrestling, finding the format where you had to either get a pin or submission
to be more satisfying than the judge consensus method that most other fighting sports relied on.
He traveled two hours north into Vancouver to train with ECCW initially, but wound up going on the road; partially from political
difficulties and partially because he just wasn't used to staying in one place for a long time. Less than a year after his
debut he went under Dory Funk at the Funkin' Conservatory. He did some wrestling up and down the East Coast for a while, wrestling
for a few large indie promotions but never finding a real permanent place in them.
To an experienced promoter's eye, the man might as well be waving a sign that said "BORN TO RAISE HELL". But raising said
hell just may be enough of a draw to make it worth enduring.
