Friday, April 20, 2012

Donnie Davis

Head Enforcer of Anarchy

Donnie Davis

Name: Donald Dean Davis III (Donnie)
AKA: “Bongwater”, “Head Enforcer of Anarchy”

DOB: 5/8/1982

Height: 6’1”
Weight: 200 lbs

Hometown: Laredo, Texas

Trained By: JC Bravo, Davey Vega, Darin Childs

Pro Debut: (as a referee) Peace Love and Anarchy April 18, 2010 (The day after Marley Fest ;)

ACW Debut: (as a wrestler) 7/17/2011 – From Innocence to Insanity 5

Signature Moves: 2 Count

Finishing Moves: 3 Count

ACW Titles: Head Enforcer of Anarchy (Senior Official), ACW Chair-Man

Other Titles Held: None (Deferred Adjudication)

Notable Feuds and Alliances: (In his own words) Feuds : jocks, kickers, wiggers, posers, vampires, zombies, us border patrol, local law enforcement, snitches, black dudes(I like them, but they don’t like me), and Jeff "Goat Blower" Gant - Alliances : Darin Childs / Kris Wolfe - Gregory James , Uncle Rufus (non-combative conscientious objector)

Personal History: (In his own words) Pink Floyd, Ac/Dc, Cheech & Chong, and Professional Wrestling -- as long as I've lived they have been part of me. My most distant memories, seeing my sister on the sonogram monitor before I was 3, watching Rambo II and Liquid Television, the Konami Code, but the formative influences listed above might as well be food or oxygen to me. I was born in Laredo, TX and lived with my mom who was a fan of the Von Erich’s and Lucha Libre. We stayed in Laredo until middle school living in different apts. or with my Grandma, a devout catholic, and Catechism teacher. The worst part about that was missing WWF All-American Wrestling Sunday mornings to attend church. I did everything I could to work around this problem, including blazing through CCD (Church Class) every Saturday with the sole intention of eventually being left alone on Sunday mornings.

I was a die-hard WWF fan until 2001, started watching WCW courtesy of a hacked cable box sometime around Halloween Havoc 1996. I still regret passing up those ECW ppv's advertised on the TV guide channel, but caught on in time for the first ever ECW on TNN. Then came the WWF-WCW-ECW invasion angle... lame. With the birth of my daughter, I drifted away. In 2005, I think I saw a commercial for TNA Destination X 2005 cause for some reason I ordered it and saw guys my age wrestling faster, harder, and with more innovation than I had seen since WCW's cruiserweight division. That and Ric Flair "woo-ing" while leading a donkey through a Braveheart parody brought me back to televised wrestling.
One day I see Road Dogg and Billy Gunn challenge Shawn Michaels to a showdown at the Alamo, the day before Impact!, (and there I am thinking that show is taped days in advance). Expecting nothing but having less to do otherwise, my mom my girlfriend and I went out to the Alamo to sit around for a few hours with 50 or more wrestling fans all eagerly anticipating an uneventful afternoon, and a T-shirt tan. There was this guy passing out flyers for an Indy Show in San Antonio later that month... ACW Dismember the Alamo 2008. Id never been to any wrestling event outside of a WWE house show as a kid, and hardly aware of the existence of any independent wrestling in San Antonio except for a link to what seemed to be the successor of the Shawn Michaels Wrestling Academy, whose website stated that I was too broke to even send in my information. So I went to this show, asking myself "If I were to have been one of the wrestlers on this show, if this was my Wrestlemania moment, would I still want in?" FUCK YES! Well as it happens, life got in the way and about a year later I find myself in the last place I ever thought I would be, in jail for drunk driving on 4/20... My life had been falling apart for some time and I found myself forgotten, betrayed, miserable, broke and alone. I decided to find out when ACW's next show was (about a week before my impending court date) and told myself that I wasn’t leaving The Venue that night until someone told me what I needed to do to be a part of ACW. I pestered anyone, everyone, relentlessly until I was told to get with that Smurf dude with the two Mohawks and start sweeping up the broken glass and breaking down that barb-wire covered ring. I got a receiver hitch and spent the next few months pulling a trailer that weighed more than my truck. I put whatever I had left on the line to make it to the show month after month. These events, I sincerely believe, saved my life.
One day they let me ref a pre-show match, I never thought I could be that nervous, scared, and excited all at once, until a few months later when I begged to ref ACH v. Masada. Intensity is to Masada like global warming is to nuclear winter! I told myself I'd never request a match again, but I lied. I'm not here for an easy night and a payoff. I've become addicted to that feeling I get when I hear Masada, Showtime, Darin, Jaykus, Vexx or Palmer's music hit while I'm in the ring. Kayfabe be damned, I’m not sure if I’m gonna make it out alive. It was clear to me that my reaction to fear had changed when I found myself voluntarily constructing a scaffold on a downhill slope... I think that was the highest I'd ever been at ACW.

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