Sammy Knight

Description: 

Sammy Knight is generally an upbeat, charismatic individual. He is an individual who takes great pride in being able to connect with the common person, the everyday individual and fan.  However, he has moods. At times he can come across as stand-offish, other times removed. Whatever mood Sammy is in, he is driven to feed his son, to provide a better life by any means necessary. Typically though, Sammy is a thoughtful, respectable, honest, and charming young man. Throughout his career in professional wrestling, Knight has shown tremendous strides as not only a wrestler, but as an individual as well.  Knight has shown to be a tremendous student of the game, learning from the likes of Mike Bisignano and many others.  His style has evolved from simply a brawler to a more all-around wrestler with a growing level of technical matwork.  But do not mistake Knight's charm or upbeat attitude for weakness.  Knight has proven to be extremely violent in the ring when necessary, adapting his style to overcome a wide variety of opponents 

Appearance:

Sammy Knight is a menacing, built, African-American male of impressive physical physique. Knight is extremely muscular and well-defined.  His dark skin is covered in a variety of tattoos, many signifying his past affiliation with various Piru (Blood) Gangs. While his hair was once in corn rows, Knight cut them to signify a re-brith of sorts.  He now sports a more traditional fade. He is a simple man and is not flashy, nor extravagant.  He does not wear jewelry for example, contrary to the stereotype that some try to depict him as. In the ring he wears a baseball cap or do-rag (red), wife-beater or T-shirt, jeans and boots.

Biography: 

Proud father.  Ex-gang member.  Leader.  Champion.  These are 4 words that seemingly define who exactly "Sanguine" Sammy Knight is.  He is a young man who is simply trying to do right. He is trying to provide a life for his son Darrion; a life that Sammy himself was unable to live. In fact, this is a mission that he HAS to accomplish.  His son is his life and at times has even caused problems for him in the wrestling profession as well.  Unfortunately, Sammy's life is not a happy story.  Raised by a single mother in the city of Compton ultimately has proved to be too difficult for a young man of even Sammy's intelligence. Knight's past is checkered like few others in this great sport.  A felon and murderer, Knight has served time in a federal penitentiary.  Raised by the streets.  Abused in the foster care system, Knight has cheated death and as a result, he has come to grips with the fact that wrestling is his last attempt at making money legally. If Sammy fails at this, he will be, figuratively speaking, thrown back to the wolves. These wolves being the pitfalls and traps of the underclass, the inner-city.  Lucky for him, Shootfire Professional Wrestling has provided a meaningful redemption for Sammy Knight and he is a proud worker for this organization and their amazing fanbase.

Entrance:

[The sound of five gunshots are heard.]
 

*POP*
 
*POP*
 
*POP*
 
*POP*
 
*POP*

 
[The sounds echo throughout the stirring arena as fans are on their feet.]
 

*POP*
 

[One more for good measure as simultaneously, the lights in the arena go out, rendering the crowd without light amongst an all black background. Suddenly the opening almost a cappella yet orchestral sounds of T.I.'s "I'm Back" blare throughout the arena's loudspeakers. A spot light begins to flash and circulate throughout the arena with every subsequent chord.]
 
"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
Keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
Hard Imma ball on them squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
And I flash like that
Recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"
 
[The spotlight illuminates the top of the entrance way as a fire explodes from the entrance way as Sammy Knight is now standing, head bowed, fists clenched as he bobs his head to the song.]
 
"Any moment I decide thats enough of all your lies
noy your buzz just died
Step inside super fly to the shoes in their coupe
Then exit out with all the b-tches like we always do
My desire to retire growing every new coupe
Cause these guys just don’t ride like mi n-gga you too
Tight jeans, funny hair, cuz dancing on the screen
It’s about the real n-ggas in the game so it seems
Just pretending holla pimpin get a sh-t a black eye eye
Next he say he trapping in my head I’m like why"
 
[Knight is wearing all black. His creased pair of black Dickies' pants are held up by a black belt and hang loosely from his waist over a black pair of sneakers. A black wife beater clings tightly to his tatted and muscular frame.  On top of a his beater is a sleek yet very obvious all black chest protector.  Lastly, a black beanie is pulled tightly over his head. Plain yet deliberate, the all black attire is indicative of his demeanor. As he bobs his head, he pounds his chest two times with his closed fist and then raises his fist towards the ceiling.]


**BOOM!!!!!!!**

 
[A single shot firework rings out throughout the arena as Knight begins to walk down to the ring.]
 
"Be yourself, you aint got a pimp bone in ya body
I can tell ya aint never bought a key or caught a body
n-gga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane, Me and Boosie all go to prison
And they flip their whole image nigga tripping
Listen, do for you that aint in the cars
Think the power is in your gun but over all it’s in your heart
Nowadays I don’t know wassup with niggas in the A
Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way"
 
[This is a different Sammy Knight than we've seen in the past. Very controlled. Very deliberate. Very methodical. Knight is slowly walking down the aisle with a face that can be described as nothing less than angry as a scowl covers every inch of his facade. The honeymoon is over with Knight as recent frustrations have taken a visible toll on the former champion.  The crowd, for the first time in awhile is almost mixed in their response to Knight.]

"Violating, I was having conversations in the joint
But guess who done it and I promised I would put you on point
I’m disappointed in you dog you aint hold it down at all
But I aint going in your jaw just gon show ya how to ball
Standin tall thru the storm on the yard or in the dorm
Cats in prison who expecting me to represent for em"
 
[With each step towards the ring, the spot light flickers on and off of him. Knight's emotions are more and more visible. As he makes his way down the entry way, Knight acknowledges his fans with more head nodding and direct eye contact.]
 
"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
Keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
Hard Imma ball on them squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
And I flash like that
Recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"
 
[As Knight nears ringside, he walks towards the stairs slowly and pauses. Surveying the crowd and bobbing his head more aggressively to the music.  Suddenly the bass and the rest of the beat drops.]
 
"Catch a fire see T.I add gas
Whats a molotov cocktail to never break a glass
Scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
I ain’t mad I forgive em, God I know they aint mean it
Yeah I seen it all before, hey, I’m popping and they ain’t
Rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t##
 
[Knight slowly enters the ring and walks to the center of it. As he stops directly on the SPW logo, he looks down at it, shaking his head.  Pausing momentarily in his actions. He then looks out at the thousands and thousands of Shootfire Professional Wrestling fans.]
 
"Ain’t that lame but then that hatred manifest to pure malice
I’m no longer being callous so I’m gon let you n-ggas have it
Won’t be satifsied till somebody dies and Im patient
Waiting on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
I’mma let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
But know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to
Hating in your blood, cuz, guess it’s just too late for you
All I could do is pray for you or organise a wake for you"
 
[Still looking out at the thousands of fans, Knight does a slow and calculated 360 degree survey of the arena. Knight walks towards a corner of the ring and he then slowly begins to climb up the turnbuckle, a semi-scowl covers his face.]
 
"Your choice, clearly I aint hearing your voice
Keep it up and I’m gon send your ass to (?)
Hey, you can the bottom partner Im gon bring the sky box
I got sh-t locked down nigga why stop now
I'm so above you hover over suckers why drop down
I’m so profound its goes down and I never let you down…##
 
[As he sits on the turnbuckle, Knight once again lowers his heads and gathers himself, bobbing his head along to the beat. His arms rest folded in his lap as he leans on his elbows which are pressed against his knees.]
 
"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
Keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
Hard Imma ball on them squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
And I flash like that
Recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"
 
[Knight then stands up on the top rope, once again pounding his chest two times before letting out a scream from the top of his lungs.]
 

 **AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!***

 
[Knight then jumps off the rope and as he lands, another shot from the firework gallery explodes throughout the arena.]
 

**BOOM**

 
[Knight then takes the beanie off his head and throws it into the crowd. He stands in the middle of the ring, focused, staring and absolutely locked into the match ahead of him.]

"I never let you down I’ma shine on sight
Keep your mind on your grind and off mine alright
Hard Imma ball on them squares I float
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may see it might be
But no matter what they doing they don’t do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I’m at
And I flash like that
Recognize I’M BACK!
Strike a match catch a fire"


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