Time is limited of late, but I have enough time for this:

StudioPC wrote:

Obscure Crossover Theater; Plunging the depths of fandom so you don't  
have to, and besides, we're bored.
 

As good of a reason as any. My knowledge of obscure anime is limited to 
a degree.

Episode 1

* * * *

For the most part, the American was like all the others that passed  
through the customs station. Tall, brown hair and blue eyes.

'More gaijin scum,' the customs official thought as he asked the  
questions and examined the papers. 'Stupid foreigners running around  
polluting Japan.'

Custom's Official: Not at all like we Japanese, who give a hoot, and 
don't pollute.

However, the Gaijin did have some interesting  
jewelry. A pair of rings, one on each hand, made of metal with a  
strange sheen. They appeared to be a matched set, the tops made with  
designs that could interlock together.
 

Hmm. One of the Wondertwins? :)

* * * *

Mariko Nawasaki was a recent college graduate. She was athletic, had  
a cute voice, and a chest that she wasn't shy about. She worked in a  
department store and was well liked by her coworkers.

Which made it all the more surprising when she turned into a seven  
foot tall crystal, metal, and flesh killing machine and headed for  
the street, the nearest entrance to which, was seven floors down.

Mariko took her time getting there.
 

Since her intelligence had taken a hit as well, and figuring out 'G' 
meant the ground floor was now beyond her capacity.

* * * *

To stave off boredom and keep in shape, the Sailor Senshi had taken  
up crime-fighting. 

Now this is a motive I can deal with when fighting.

Their powers, intended for fighting the mythical  
and superhuman were more then a match for criminals and there were  
rumors on the street that several crime lords were banking mech and  
battle-suit research. 

Unforuntely, the first prototype that worked was the 'Tech-Ninja' who 
promptly absconded with all the research on the other battle suits, and 
destroyed what couldn't be taken.

Others were investing in cybernetics and  
genetic tinkering, all hoping to find a way to match the Senshi's raw  
physical power.
 

However, they stumbled on how to create plants that would produce ten 
times their normal amount of fruit. But since their original goal was 
not noble, they were critizied for their findings and cast as villains.

All in all, it was a fine time to be a genius with a taste for cold  
hard cash and a lack of scruples.

All of this explains why the Senshi were supremely, perhaps even  
arrogantly confident

 arrogantly, (I think)

when they arrived at the department store.

That confidence was shattered within thirty seconds as Mariko went  
through them like a whirlwind and out onto the street.

And then, perhaps, just for the hell of it, she picked up a car and  
threw it at Sailor Jupiter.

Jupiter ducked the car easily enough, but then realized someone was  
standing in the car's path. Cursing, she ran for it, outrunning the  
car by inches, and tackle dived,

Ugh. just 'tackled' would work fine, or moved him out of the way of a 
diving tackle.

catching the person around the waist  
and put out her foot, curling her body around their waist. The car  
hit her outstretched foot, her back hit the wall, which shattered  
under the impact and they both went through.

Jupiter must have briefly blacked out, because when she awoke, there  
was a man crouched over her, looking worried.

He was an American, she judged. Tall, with brown hair and blue eyes  
and an easy smile. Jupiter wasn't as prejudiced as her friends  
against gaijin, but neither did she regard them with any fondness.
 

Since they, you know, didn't remind her of her boyfriend.

"Oh," he said, rubbing his face with one hand. "I just didn't want to  
be one more ugly American, you know? 

Yes, because one should expect foreign tourists to speak the native 
tongue. And if they can't, then by god I don't want them spending their 
money on my soil.

But instead, he looked down at his hands. "Weird," he said. "I  
haven't used these things in years, but I keep wearing them." For the  
first time, Jupiter noticed the rings on his hands. "Good thing, I  
guess." He gave a little laugh and then formed his hands into fists.  
"Thing ring, do your thing!" he said, and slammed his fists together.
 

Hmm. Doesn't ring a bell.

There was a flash of light and Jupiter's jaw dropped. The man had  
been replaced by a seven foot . . . well, thing. It had skin made of  
bright orange rocks, large, four fingered hands, and surprisingly  
human blue eyes. Dark blue pants were on it's legs, and it wore black  
boots. "Stand back," it said in a deep, rough voice and backed up to  
the other end of the aisle. "It's clobberin time!" The Thing roared  
and charged.

* * * *

Author's note: Way back in the 60's or 70's, there was a short lived  
animated series starring The Thing. In the series, Ben Grimm was an  
"Aw shucks" sort of teenager who had been given a pair of rings  
created by a local scientist. When he slammed his fists together and  
spoke the words, he turned into The Thing.
 

% Son of a gun. I never saw that one. I saw the original FF animated 
series with a burning human torch instead of the later version with 
H.E.R.B.I.E (At least the comic version of HERB was really the evil Dr. 
Sun). Saw all of the early Thor, Cap, Iron Man, and even Sub Mariner 
series that retold their real early adventures. Hell, I remember the 
Thing being on a Saturday morning version of the Flintstones, but I 
didn't know there was a Thing solo show.

I feel... so inadequate now. :)

With such a fascinating and well developed premise, it's hard to see  
why the show didn't last longer. *Cough*
 

I guess it wasn't 'Smurftastic' enough.

Disclaimer: Sailor Moon was the creation of Noako Takeuchi, The Thing  
by Stan Lee. 

And Jack "King' Kirby (I'm pretty sure he got co-credit for it)

Well, that was pretty much the definition of a spamfic. And the series 
was obscure. Congrats.

DB Sommer

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