I wasn’t fuckin’ crying. I was protesting immoral actions, as is my duty as a human fuckin’ being.
Born 19 August 2149, North America
Lightning-fisted, iron-jawed, with wings for feet and molten steel coursing through his veins, the world knows the face, the name, and the might of the legendary mixed martial artist and one of the greatest fighters of all time, Farouk ‘The Slapdaddy’ Knight.
Before everyone knew the name of Farouk Knight, he was one of the many impoverished children the financially solvent masses try not to think about. He always wondered where his next meal would come from, and if this bed might be the last one he sleeps in for a while. The war began when he was seven, and with more money going to the war than the needs of the people, things only got worse.
His mother would often leave him with a neighbor while she worked. He met other kids there who were not victims of their circumstances. If they were hungry, they went out and got food. It might involve breaking some laws, but those people could afford more food, whereas they had none. What are laws if they cause harm? Or, if they prevent good from being done, children from being fed? He became embittered at a world that imposed suffering on people. A world that left him without a father.
He learned skills, habits, and ways of thinking his mother vehemently disapproved of, and she did everything she could to extract him from that life, but he resisted. He had found a way to survive and was determined to stick to it. She would take him to work with her at the local vertical farm collective and taught him to garden. He took to it, but would always manage to slip into his old ways. When she had to bail him out of jail, she saw no other option and moved them to Detroit, where there was work in support of the war. The move was expensive, and she was forced to relocate them to another impoverished area, where Farouk again became entangled with an unsavory crowd.
After finding a mixed martial arts gym nearby with a kitchen. He and some friends broke into the gym after hours to clean the place out. His friends grabbed valuables, but Farouk grabbed food. By chance, the owner of the gym returned for something he had forgotten and came upon the thieves. They scattered, most dropping their loot in the escape. Farouk hid and tried to sneak out while the man was distracted, but ended up being the only one caught. They shared a heated exchange until the man saw that he was stealing food, and asked why. Farouk said that if he returned with food, his mom might think it was a gift, not stolen goods.
The man gifted Farouk the food, and more. In exchange for not calling the police or telling his mom, he made Farouk promise to return the next day and took a picture of him to ensure he would return. When Farouk did not return, the man hunted him down. Unbeknownst to Farouk, the man was a highly regarded coach and former champion. He personally trained Farouk every day after school at no charge. It became the thing he looked forward to the most. His attitude improved, his grades improved, and Farouk grew out of his old ways. After causing his mother so much turmoil, he had finally found a healthy release for all his pain and anger.
At thirteen, the war ended and his mother lost her job. She struggled to find work, but eventually settled at another vertical farm collective. At sixteen, Farouk dropped out of High School and began working there with her. He continued his education on his own, with his coach to tutor him when he needed help. At seventeen, Brands became law, and Farouk was branded a Gamma. Despite his brand, which amounted to low expectations, that same year he got his diploma early and his life became split between work and training.
Professional fights turned Farouk into a rising star, and he was climbing the ranks by the time he was nineteen. A force of nature, the phenomenal Farouk Knight tore through opponents with unmitigated savagery. He was strong, he was fast, he was accurate, fun and creative. He beat Alphas and Betas highly favored to win. After mocking an opponent by fighting open-handed and knocking him out, he earned the nickname ‘The Slapdaddy’. Every opponent was a new giant to topple until that giant was the heavyweight champion of the world. At twenty-one, that giant thudded to the mat like a tree and Farouk ‘The Slapdaddy’ Knight became the heavyweight champion of the world.
For three years, Farouk rode high on the fame and glory. Once he was champion, all the best fighters challenged him. Farouk was born in an era full of talented fighters, but never turned down a challenge. In the end, he was the one who stood supreme atop a mountain of victories. He loved his nickname and swaggered around pridefully, but when people called him the greatest of all time, he laughed it off and politely disagreed.
In 2173, his coach and adopted father figure died unexpectedly. Utterly crushed, fighting was no longer enough to help Farouk deal with his turmoil. He fought as viciously as before, but unrefined and lacking control. He pushed his body and drowned himself in drugs and alcohol. His fame got him out of trouble a few times, but it eventually caught up to him, and he was stripped of his title.
Farouk entered a downward spiral that broke his mother’s heart and landed him in prison for six months. While behind bars, his mother died in an accident. Her last memories of Farouk would be of him at his lowest.
When he got out, his riches dwindled and he could not find work. Luckily, he met Donald Brown, a famous business mogul with strong Christian roots. He helped Farouk get himself together and gave him a job working in his security detail. Spirituality and faith crept back into his heart. He began to come back around and contemplated returning to fighting until he was injured protecting Brown.
Cellular regeneration was restricted to Alphas and Betas, and was expensive for everyone else. Farouk received cybernetic prosthetics, which prevented his return to professional fighting. Motivated to make a comeback, Farouk turned to Brown to help him earn the money he needed for cellular regeneration. He continued to work for Brown, but experienced more injuries and setbacks.
Eventually, Farouk left Brown’s security team and vanished from the public eye. Nobody has seen him in years.