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"Hey kid, get off of th' couch!" Ben Grimm yelled at his nephew half asleep still on a Saturday morning. 

There were fast food wrappers, cups, half eaten food, and comics all around as well as a PS6 controller. The older Grimm was shocked kids these days were such slobs, but then he remembered how he was at that age. Twenty-five years earlier kids would be sitting in front of the tv for Saturday morning cartoons, which quickly came to a halt during the days of the internet boom and uTube. Now they all looked like this. Lazy, obsessed with video games, and lacking most common sense. Ben began getting a little antsy.

"I said, MOVE IT BOY!" he said getting louder with a bit of a roar. 

"I'm UP, geeeeze...." Jacob said yawning and rolling his eyes. 

"No time for breakfast today kid, looks like one of th' Mole Man's old creatures has come up outta the ground down near the bay area. Time to stretch yer' legs and see if throwing rocks is gonna be enough or if ya gotta scrap with it mano e mano...." Ben instructed as the kid finished suiting up.

"What time is it even, uncle Ben?" Jacob asked sliding the sleeveless shirt on and putting on his gloves.

"IT'S CLOBBERIN' TIME, ROOKIE!" Ben shouted.

[b]Minutes later...[/b]

Ben drove as close to the action in his custom car as he could before instructing the kid to run on foot. It was apparent by the sweating and heavy breathing the young man could use a little more cardio. After a few more minutes and fighting through the crowd of onlookers, the all new Thing came face to face with his first true test. 

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"Everybody get back, the good guy's here!" Jacob yelled at the citezens gathered around. 

He used his geokinetic power to use rock and debris from the wrecked city street as projectiles. The display of power did little to impress the audience. 

"Who's this kid supposed to be, Rock Boy?" one of the bystanders asked.

"The papers should totally call this guy the Stoner. I mean he's using powers to throw rocks at the monster instead of throwing cars or something. Lamest superpower EVER!" another teenage punk joked. 

Jacob could hear the crowd's doubt in him. This wasn't even a real supervillain and he was having problems. He ran in close to throw a few punches and test the creature's scaly hide. Then after getting out of the creature's reach he used stone and rocky debris to create stone like hands to better strike the monster. Jacob could tell he was at least hurting the monster, as it roared in pain and smacked the young man through an already turned over taxi. The nearby punks were still joking about the hero's name.

"What about Hard Hands, you saw him go Rocky on him didn't ya with those fists?" one of the same kids from before joked before Jacob picked himself up. 

With a crackle of blue energy every stone, rock, and small piece of pavement swirled around Jacob forming his full armor as well as a giant mace like weapon. 

"I'm the all new THING!" he screamed now with a slightly altered and booming voice, "AND IT'S CLOBBERING TIME!" he continued  jumping towards the beast and smacking it square in the jaw as his uncle pulled up and got out of his car.

"That battle cry wasn't even cool in the 80's..." one of the punks said as the original hero came up behind them. 

"I don't think it sounded bad, kid." Ben Grimm joked as the young punk all but wet himself. 

"This new guy's stealing your name gramps." the other punk mentioned.

"I actually gave it to him..." Ben said looking on as his nephew wrecked the monster and beat it into submission.

~KL~