The comencers series rough drafts...

(FYI MJ has a key blade that shoots beams of light.)

"NO!" Mj watched in horror as Steve went down clutching his chest. Thanos beamed at his curled up form. "Now that puts a smile on my fa-"
ZAP!
"Enough!"
Mj's ray provoked Thanos to spin around to face him.
"No... you won't win, my brother. I can't let you hurt him." A furious look was the pop star's new expression. They fought hard. Mj swung at his rival scratching the surface of Thanos' arm which healed almost instantly. Then It was his turn. With a smug smile he threw his sword and Michael dodged it. But as it returned like a boomerang Mj pulled out a temporary force field which gave him enough time to duck. He then spun around to shoot. A beam rope. Thanos' attempt to outrun it failed as he fell backwards on the sand but still alive as Michael used super speed and high jump. He successfully landed on the villain with weapon at the neck.
Thanos then squinted at his opponent
"You..." he realized something strange about Michael. "You are him..." his eyes turned vicious. "you must DIE!" The infinity stones began to glow. Mike was on his back at an instant. Thanos had leapt at him sword ready. But our hero was quicker. A beam of light caused Michael's rival to drop his sword. As the king staggered to his feet, a beam of light then approached him, but he blocked it with another. The strain began. "CRIKEY! I'VE GOT YA MATE!" Steve must've recovered from his ordeal because suddenly he rammed into Thanos causing the light from his glove to dissolve and mike's beam to hit his face. The evil crumbled to dust once more.
Michael stared at the smoke with heavy breath. Once the smoke cleared the first thing Mj spotted was Steve on his side, his back facing with bloody hands clutching his shirt. Michael darted to his friend's side. He was Bleeding both ways. "Steve... Steve... C'mon now, brother..." Mj rolled Him onto his back.
"I'm not scared, mate."
"I can help you."
He leaned his key blade closer. But Steve pushed it back.
"Crikey! It's like I c-can't even feel it..."
"No!"
"Good on ya, mate..."
Steve's last words ended in a whisper as his eyes dulled to gray.
Michael couldn't process what had happened. "You are a hero," His voice chocked. "What would I do without you?"
Then with a few swipes of his key blade, he sent the body to the heavens to repair it for paradise. After the ritual was done he fell to his knees and sobbed for loss. Little did he know there was a loud churning and out of nowhere stood a blue police box right behind Michael. The 11th Doctor had put a hand on his shoulder. Mj's tears subsided as he turned to face 11. "Have I got something for you!?" He smiled as another stepped out of the tardis. One look and Mj fell to the ground in a faint. It was Steve Irwin. He was alive.

To be continued.