John Joe Donovan was born in Limerick.
His father was Billy Joe Donovan, a bare knuckle legend, A travelling man.
He was rared to never work a day in his life and take advantage of those that do. He would fight with the other traveller children, knocking the living daylights out of them. Stealing horses and riding them down the street. His personal favourite was going to building sites, stealing all the power tools and then selling them back to the foremen, easy fookin' pickings. No one messes with travellers, not even the law. His father entered him into the ring at the age of 18, fighting to protect the Donovan name. He would appear in many 'call out' tapes calling out other families fighters.
He only lost 1 fight in his career and that was to Big Joe Joyce, a defeat that was inevitable, a man who dipped his hands in petrol, rock fookin' hard. Hands like shovels, he put him down after 3 swift hard punches and broke his jaw clean.
He and a couple friends moved to Australia for work some weeks after, tarmacing driveways. He would collect the money, arrive up the next day, take out the shovels, telling the homeowners they were leveling the ground for tarmac and they will be back tomorrow. Only never to be seen again. This lasted for about 3 months till the Aussie Law cracked down and expelled them from the country.
On arriving home their fathers kicked the shite out of them for being so silly to be given a life time ban from Austrailia, not being able to send money home. No one in Ireland would trust a traveller, ways of making money were scarce.
On that moment they decided to travel to Russia, they thought they could claim to be respectable Irish men, wanting to make a living and maybe even enter some underground fighting tournaments.
They hid inside a container ship, slept overnight and waited for it to depart, hoping they end up in a civilised town where they can make some head way.
The Journey begins.