He was born Hank Aaron Haney, in South Flintsby, New South Wales, Florida County, Michigan, fifth of April, 1987. He had a lisp, short arms and was 1/4 to 1/8 German, but mostly Chinese. His parents named him with a girl's name to fool and avoid a demon that plagued the male children of the Haney family. He would later rip the sink out of a bathroom or something and stop singing spiritual music. When he was just eleven, his father left home and his mother decided to abort his second cousin. Times were tough in the Haney family. That is when he left for Georgia on a fast train and made friends with fellow boxer Victor Ortiz. But things became bitter when they both tried to do a song about drums. Their manager said it was Ortiz's deal, and Haney turned pro, discouraged, bewildered, bewitched and be-bothered.
While he turned pro, his parents opened up a pizza parlor and Haney began to learn Kung Fu from an eccentric old man who tried to shoot him with a bow and arrow all the time. The local Shogun tried to foil Haney's plans to become a master fighter and even accosted him at a local movie theatre. They said if he beat the Shogun, he could beat The Matrix, another master from another world, different to that of his own world of dance TV, pizza and martial arts. Vanity was always Haney's problem. He believed in himself too much and changed his name to Hammerin' Hank, to honour the sodium bicarbonate guy with the arm. But then he had to change that name too, to Homicide Hank Aaron Lundy. No one knew that one day, just thirty years after that, in one of the next century eras, that he would be a potential defeater of the nearly undefeated Vaselini Lomachenkovalevschko. AKA...The Matrix. A man who, counting his amateur background, was 1000-6 with 1 newspaper no contest. All six losses were either avenged or masterfully ignored.