Legacy of the “One Punch Man”
Since ancient times, there was a prophecy passed down from generation to generation in a small village in Colombo, Sri Lanka – telling of the birth of a boy whose anger was so raw and unfathomable, that if left untamed, would consume the world in a blaze of fiery destruction. The aforementioned was colloquially dubbed “The Enraged One”, and was predicted to be born in the month of May under most dire circumstances at some time in the late twentieth century. It was a bedtime story told to children who threw tantrums to scare them straight.
Nobody would have suspected that when Habaz Valentine was born – that the very one they were taught to fear had finally arrived, for his deceptively small size let him escape the notice of his peers.
As the young boy grew up, he was innately prone to violence and easily provoked by those twice and thrice his size. Yet fear was something the angry little man was born without. It was strength he lacked and so he remained hidden to the world for years to come until his late teenage years. Until that faithful night…
“All hail TYG”, roared a moving crowd, “All Hail the leader – All hail – Raj Himzamam-Ul-Haq!”. There was a large congregation walking through the streets of Colombo in the dark of night. The infamous street gang known as TYG– a strange and ancient cult – had taken over the streets in celebration of their “Birth Moment of Raj”. They were best known for their unique bylaws, the most unusual of which was that members could only marry their cousins – in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline. They were carrying their leader, ruthless businessman and enigmatic venture capitalist – Raj Himzamam-Ul-Haq on a chair mounted on a slab of wood. He was known to many as the Donald Trump of Sri Lanka. The term Raj was used here to signify a position of leadership and power.
This night was the annual celebration that was held by TYG celebrating the birth of their fearless leader. It was unfortunate for this group, that Habaz Valentine was at the local watering hole – soon to discover the true monstrosity of his hidden power. He was enjoying his first taste of hard liquor with his close friend, and starting to feel the effects. It was glorious until someone interrupted them.
A dark, large and crazed TYG fanatic entered the watering hole with a bold declaration. “There will be no alcohol consumed this night! This is BMR! I demand you close the premises.” He commanded. Habaz rose angrily, slightly unsteady on his feet. His speech was slurred, his movements shaky. His outrage was infinite.
“What!!!,” he screamed, before babbly incoherently, “Yeez ceentt.!! Whzz the fkkn ?! Smashh!!?”
It happened in a blur. The bar crowd was stunned. A small drunken man had taken out a man twice his size in a single, brutal blow. What was more – he was a member of TYG. These members may not have been known for their courage, but they had sheer numbers. More men ran in to their comrade’s aid, and each was knocked out in an instant by the mighty mini-warrior. King hit after king hit. A woman who seemed to have been with them looked on helplessly, but didn’t seem upset by the incident. Habaz had made his mark that night…before passing out.
He soon made his strength into a profession – a back alley street fighter. His reputation grew quickly as the undefeated street fighter of Colombo and was reaching ears everywhere in the underground. He even found himself a loyal girlfriend who remembered him from that faithful night at the pub, when she was accompanying one of the men he knocked out. Felicia was her name. She was a member of TYG, but against her own will at the command of Raj Himzamam-Ul-Haq. Habaz had liberated her, and in doing so violated their most sacred bylaw.
It didn’t take long before word reached the Raj’s ears and he was summoned for a meeting at the grand palace in the centre of Colombo. He went with Felicia by his side. She was worried about what might happen. She thought she had escaped the archaic rule of TYG but it was all a matter of time before worlds collided.
Raj Himzamam-Ul-Haq sat smugly behind his corporate desk in a large office styled room. He was on the highest floor of the palace. A wad of cash sat in front of him – on offer to Habaz to give his consent to allow Felicia to marry one of her cousins against her will. A second wad was thrown on the desk, so Habaz would join TYG as its enforcer. The whole world would soon be forced to marry their cousins.
Habaz looked at the money, then at the teary eyed Felicia. Then…he pulled out a bottle of Jim Bean. There was not even a moment of hesitation.
Panic struck Himzamam-Ul-Haq. “Wait a moment…there will be ramifications! Don’t you fear the world?!” he screamed, fear in his voice. Habaz skulled some Jim Bean and turned his red eyes on the Raj.
Himzamam-Ul-Haq recoiled in fear – he had misjudged his opponent. Habaz couldn’t be bought or reasoned with. He was a young man of pure instinct and unfathomable rage. Why… the very prospect of a bribe made Habaz upset. He drank deeply…and his eyes reddened.
Habaz used his alcohol fuelled aggression to sink his fist into Himzamam-Ul-Haqs right jaw. There was a savage crunching sound as the leader of TYG flew out the window to his gruesome demise. And with that – he took control of the dark syndicate known as TYG and abolished its most coveted rule – to only marry thy cousins – So that he could be with the mysterious Felicia.
And so began a new era and the rise of the angry President of the TYG. The Peoples champion.
Habaz Valentine went out the Raj’s Palace balcony to see all of TYG waiting patiently outside. They looked down upon the corpse of their tyrannical ruler and back up at Habaz.
“Fear the world?! Let the world fear me…I am Habaz…Fukin’… VALENTINE!!!” roared Habaz in a borderline drunken stupor. He then passed out. Felicia was crying at his stupidity, but glad to be free of the age old bylaws of TYG. TYG was now the property of Habaz. It was liberated.
And so began the story…of…
The One Punch Man. Raj Habaz Valentine