Eletro Wave Human Tackle, the sidekick of OG Rider, Kamen Rider Stronger, makes her return to the Kamen Rider Universe! And you thought Femme was the first female Kamen Rider. While Tackle isn’t technically a Kamen Rider, she might as well be one. I found this out over at HeroPower that she’ll be making an appearance in the Kamen Rider Decade vs. Double Super Awesomesauce movie that’s coming down the pipe. And oh me, oh my… she’s a most welcome addition.

Check out this vid of the original Tackle in action. Her mini-skirt….. it makes me feel dirty.

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“I’m coming, I’m coming!”, Cardinal Murphy said he hurried down the stairs and tightened his rob around him. Who would be calling him at this hour? The person started banging loudly again. He wouldn’t be surprised if his neighbors weren’t awaken by the noise. “Hold your horses!”, he shouted as he reached the door. He composed himself and opened the door and looked at the person on the other side. “I am sorry for my outburst my son, but I am unaccustomed to being awaken at this hour.”

The man before him had his head lowered and wore a black trench coat and had his hair slicked back. Slowly he looked up and locked his black eyes with his. Murphy took a step back and started praying. “Forgive me Cardinal but you’re needed.” Murphy started to run. *Stop moving* Murphy stopped in place as Ludwig stepped in. “You might want to grab you coat, there’s a bit of a chill out tonight. Besides it would be unseemly for someone of your stature to be seen in public in his jammies.”

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Matt lost track of the vampires. He had to run away from his motorcycle when he saw a group of five guarding it. Seeing how he had no idea how many were tailing him as it was adding this was out of the question. He used his free moment to try to sort things out, they set a trap for him. And somebody human helped them do it. God, if he survived this he was going to find that person and stick his foot so far up that guys ass he be tasting shit and boot leather for a week. Then he was going to get nasty. There was a scuffling sound on the rooftop above him, free moment over. He turned around and saw vampires lining both sides. Matt wasn’t even thinking when he pulled a couple stakes out of his duster.

“Look at him boys,” the blond one said loudly. “The great slayer of this area gonna make one last stand. Brings a tear to your eyes doesn’t it.” He started to mock cry as the other started laughing. “Remember the bossman’s orders, but let’s have some fun while we’re at it since he’s still in the mood.” He and a few of he other dropped down. He should be thankful the “bossman” wanted him alive. Otherwise they would have torn him apart if they came at him all at once. Not that the odds were exactly in his favor at the moment. But why would this bossman want him alive.

One was dumb enough to jump straight at him. A quick upward thrust with the stakes took care of him. But another one jumped down to take his place. “Son of a bitch,” he barely got out as somebody hit him from the back. The blond grabbed both his wrist and squeezed. Matt refused to yell out but he was force to drop the stakes.

“Think they made you pretty tough, don’t ya?”, he asked. “Think you were pretty big huh? Got lucky in a few fight and suddenly you’re the man. You slayers make me sick.”

“And I thought the new turns talked too much,” Matt said right before his head shot foreword and broke the vampires nose again. The blond one started cussing up a storm as he let go. As the others, being lead by the bald one, started laughing his features twisted in anger.

“Fuck all of you!” He was so intent at the other he did see Matt pick up the one of the staked and lunge at him. On of the class ones caught him and threw him back. “You dirty son of a bitch!”, the blond one exclaimed. “Try to off a guy when his back’s turned.” The class one had him by the duster as another started laying some punches into him. “Out of the way, I want a turn at this guy.” The blond one cracked his knuckles in anticipation. Matt ran to the sides freeing his arm from the duster and rolled out of it. He got up punching a vampire in the throat. He threw a right cross as another one got to close. A third kicked him into a trash can. Matt grabbed the lid and got it up in time as a punch came at him. The metal bent from the impact, Matt twisted it and heard the snap right before the vampire howled in pain.

He saw stars and went down as a right came out of no where. A vampire tried to pin him down and keep his head in place. He felt it’s cold breath coming down on his neck. For the first time in a long time Matt started to panic, he reached for the closest thing he could find. His hands found a broken metal pipe and he jammed it behind him. It pierced the vampires’ right eye. “Now that’s just sick,” Peter said in disgust. He ducked another class one punch and landed a knee in it’s gut. Matt used him to jump up and kick the pipe stuck in the vampires head. The end forced itself out of the back of his head. Matt threw him into the rest of him and ran for the alley opening. Peter chased after him. Matt felt him get close, turned and fell back sticking his foot into his gut. The blond vampire flew over him and landed in the street. As he got up Matt was already to his feet and running at him. He jumped up and kicked him the chest. Peter stumbled into the street.

“Is that all you got you son of a bitch!”, he yelled. A loud honk and some bright light caught his attention. “Oh sh…..” was all he got out before a truck ran into him. Matt ran into the street and dodged traffic trying to get some room as the others looked on. Somebody up there must like him.

Brett picked up the duster and quickly found the crystal Ludwig told him about. He threw the duster over his shoulder. “Why are you bringing that thing?”, one of them asked him.

“Master Ludwig says we’re gonna need this for the plan.”

“But what about Peter?”

“He’ll catch up when peels himself off that truck. Now get after the human. If we lose him I’ll rip your heart out myself.”

Matt circled around and headed back for his apartment. He might have a plan cooking in the back of his head now, but he was going to have to reach his bike in order for it to work. Now he had to reach it before they could catch up to him. He looked up and saw them jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Damn it. One jumped down in front of him, Matt just bowled him over. Matt stumbled to his feet and kept going. A bum pushing a cart, more importantly the broom in it, caught his attention. He grabbed the broom on the run and the bum cussed him out. He was soon cut off as the vampires caught up with him. Damn it. Matt swung the broom at a lamppost breaking it. Gripping it as tightly as he could he spun and shot it out. A vampire was stabbed in the heart and turned to ash. He swung it over his head and brought it down onto the head of another one. He started running again.

He was able to travel the remaining blocks without any interruptions. But he didn’t have any doubt one of them figured out where he was going and sent word. Like he expected the group of five grew by a couple. Sticking to the shadows he watched them. Sunrise was in a few hours, maybe he could hide out until then. Maybe not, but he had to get to the bike either way. A sound above him made him stab upward. The broken end on the broom found its way into the mouth of the vampire above him. And that grabbed the attention of the others. Like hiding was an option anyway. Matt walked toward the others swinging the broom handle in front of him. Ignoring his screaming muscles Matt fell back on his training drilled into him and didn’t even think as he attacked the vampires. Letting instinct take over he knocked them away from him and dusted a couple as the ones chasing him showed themselves. He jumped on the Harley and hit the hidden emergency start and drove off in the direction he was facing.

But he didn’t drive as fast as he could, Matt wanted them to keep up. He turned in to an alley that he knew was a dead end and skidded to a stop. He reached back into the left side bag before getting off. He stood there with a grenade in both hands and waited. It was time for a “Hail Mary”. The vampires rushed in and clogged up the entrance to make sure he couldn’t get out. They were sure they had him. He popped the pin on the grenade in his left hand and threw it up. A moment after it exploded in a burst of light he popped the one in his right and threw into he crowd. It quickly engulfed them in a sea of flames as it exploded. Matt held up a hand as instinct made him try to block the heat. The fire quickly burnt itself out and all that was left was the vampires’ were charred remains. He stood there, waiting for more to show up. No came and his body decided to give out in him as he fell to his knees. Then his duster dropped from above in front of him, “Fuck.”

A body quickly followed gliding to the ground. “I knew you had one more trick up your sleeve,” The bald one said. “You slayers always were the tricky type.”

“So why you stay up there and let your guys become BBQ?”, he ask trying to stall things so he could get his breath back.

“Much like my master, I believe from leading from afar. One has to see the battlefield in order to move the masses were they should be.”

“Are you sure you and the other one are related? He said he was going to use me for a toilet.” He was kicking himself for bringing up the dead brother.

Brett started laughing, “Yeah that was him all right, his favorite threat.” He turned a bit and looked at the sky above the rooftops. “I tried to teach him to be better than what he was, but he was set in his ways. Nothing but a good hard right could get through that head of his.”

“And when did you switch personalities?”, Matt shakily got to his feet.

“No switch, I just see that now you won’t put up much of a fight. There no point in trying to kill you now. Although Master Ludwig said I had to bring you in, he said nothing about you being conscious.” He fist swung put quickly. Matt turned around and fell against his bike. Brett grabbed him and threw him the ground. “Still awake I see, good. I was afraid this would be over before I was finished enjoying this.” He hauled the human to his feet and punched him in the gut. Matt fell to his knees and started coughing up blood. He kicked the slayer away and slowly stalked him. Matt got back to his feet. Brett grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “Hopefully this won’t kill you.” Brett ran at the opposing wall and shoved Matt foreword.

Matt put up a foot as he got close to the wall and jumped up. Using the vampire strength as a brace he ran up the wall a short way and jumped off. Before he made the jump his hand went to his watch and pulled out a thin line of silver wire. As he flipped over he wrapped the wire around the vampires’ neck. The moment he landed on his feet he pulled it tight. Brett was about to laugh when he started feeling the burning of the silver. He started thrashing around and rammed Mat into the wall, but he wouldn’t let go. Matt placed a knee in the center of his back and kept pulling the wire with all the strength he had left. The vampire slowly felt the wire burn deeper into his flesh. Eventually the wire cut all the way through. His head briefly started to fall away before he turned to ash. Matt fell back exhausted and almost passed out. He couldn’t, he crawled his way over to the duster and picked it up then made his way to the Harley. He needed the belt before he did anything else.

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Mulligan looked at the phone for a moment before picking it up. Lord please let it be somebody else. Trying to sound normal he said, “Hello?” His prayers weren’t answered.

“Father!,” Matt said sounding like he was scared to death. It chilled him right down to his bones. “Father…. I got a problem… the vampires… after me….”

“My boy calm down.” He waited before Matt took several breaths before saying, “Now what were you saying about the vampires?”

“They were waiting for me at my apartment. They set a trap for me. They were in my apartment father. Somebody went in my home and took away everything that would keep them away.” Ashamed the Father looked down at the box by the phone with the various crosses and hunting equipment Matt had in his home. “Now they’re after me. I took care of a group of them with the Hail Mary. There could be more but I haven’t seen them yet.”

“Come to the church now Matthew,” Mulligan instructed him. “We’ll provide you a safe haven for the immediate future. After you rest up well figure out what to do then.”

“Alright Father, I’m on my way. I know I don’t ask this much, but pray I get there in one piece.”

“I pray for you every time you go out Matthew. And God speed.” He hung up the phone after he heard the click. Feeling a heavy weight pressing down upon him he slumped in his chair. Why did he do this?

Behind him Ludwig put a hand on his shoulder. “An excellent performance Father. You did your job to perfection. You’re debt is now paid in full.”

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Matt stumbled toward the door of the church. He kept his duster tight around him so nobody would see the belt and he kept a hand tight around the crystal. He couldn’t risk traveling on his bike so he walked all the way here and kept an eye on his surroundings. Sunrise was going to be soon so he’d be safe for a little while. He was never so happy to see this place in his life. Hell if Murphy was in there he’d kiss him. Actually no he wouldn’t. He opened the doors and his heart dropped. The place was ransacked. Crosses were torn off the wall, statues were broken, the stain glass was gratified, and the smell of smoke was evident. He looked over at the confessional, it was ripped away from the wall. His knees went weak and he leaned against a pew. “No,” he whispered
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Order of Zeronos released Kamen Rider Double Episode 8! Find it here . In episode 8, Philippe tried help Dango and Chizuru to become partners, and Philippe discover the keyword to open the Heaven’s Tornado! Double used the technique to get back their GaiaMemories. Find out more by watching this episode!

NECROSHA ONE-SHOT #1
Death has come to the X-Men. The one true Black Queen has returned, and she wants nothing less than every soul of mutantkind…dead or alive. And everyone that’s ever crossed Selene is going to pay. The dead rise, familiar faces haunt mutants across the world, and Selene takes her final steps into becoming a god. It all begins here in a full-length X-FORCE extravaganza, and continues in the pages of next month’s issue of X-FORCE…but the shockwaves of this terrifying event will be felt in NEW MUTANTS and X-MEN: LEGACY as well, and those reverberations begin here in two all-new bonus tales.

BLACKEST NIGHT #4
Summer’s hottest event explodes in this critical issue! Hold on to your power rings, because the secrets behind the Blackest Night finally stand revealed! While Earth is evacuated, Hal Jordan embarks on a brave journey to the darkest depths to uncover the truth behind the Black Lanterns! You won’t believe what he uncovers! Continuing the best-selling epic from superstars Geoff Johns and Ivan Reis!
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Currently duking it out in space with Gundam SEED (2nd Season does not exist..), Gundam 00 stands at the top of some of my favorite all time mech action. It kills me that we have to wait ’til 2010 for the movie to drop, but I hope they make it worth the wait.

‘Til then.. enjoy the trailer!

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It was late afternoon as Mulligan walked into an old gym that the organization used to train their slayers. As he entered through the door his minds eye showed him a memory of a ten year old boy tentively punching a heavy bag. Now that ten year old boy was a twenty nine year old man who was aggressively attacking that same heavy bag. He stood back watched him continue his exercises, amazed, as always, as he smoothly went from one series of moves to the next. This particular part of his work out was apparently over when he made a repeated staking motion at a faded heart drawn on the bag. He finally saw the Father standing there as he removed the rag from his head to keep the hair from his eye, “Father, what’s up?”

“Hello my boy,” He handed him a bottled water from the cooler. Matt took a drink and toweled off his face and turned his attention to the speed bag.

“So did Big Red tell you to read me the riot act?”, he asked as he began.

“I haven’t had a chance to speak with the Cardinal today yet.” Not that he was looking for him. “But if I do, can I say you’re apologetic about last night

Matt stopped the bag and wore a sad expression on his face. “I am very, very sorry about my actions last night and promise never to act like that in front of the Cardinal again.” A bold face lie if he ever heard one. Still he allowed himself a slight chuckle. The Father was certain he would have had a stroke if he actually was sorry.

Changing the subject he asked, “Did you go straight home last night?”

Matt stopped with the bag and headed for another station,” No, I wasn’t exactly sleepy so I grabbed a drink before heading home.”

“Matthew,” he admonished, “you know I don’t approve of you drinking and driving.”

“Out of all the things that could kill me, something like that should be the least of your worries.” He picked up some hand weights but paused before starting, “Sorry, I know you don’t like it when I talk about things like that.”

“It’s alright my boy. Unlike the Cardinal I fully realize what you’re up against. Such thought are only natural I suppose.” He walked over to a nearby wall and looked at the pictures of the local champion hanging there. “You know, when I was younger I rather good with my fist as well.”

He saw the grin already on Matt’s face when he turned around, “Was this before or after they invented electricity?”

Mulligan snorted, “I’ll have you know that I knocked the block off of several ruffians back in the day.” The Father glanced down at his watch, “And if I didn’t have to be somewhere in a little bit I’d show you how good I was.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need to see a note from your doctor first.”

“Concerned about well being are you?”

“No,” he answered as he put the weights down, “I just don’t want Big Red riding my ass after you have a heart attack.”

“Your concern touches me,” he deadpanned. “Well I’ll let you continue with your workout.”

Matt nodded, “Later Father.”

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Ludwig walked in the park in the middle of the afternoon with his trench coat buttoned up and a black hat on his head. One of the benefits of being a, as the human liked to call it, master class vampire was that he could stay in the sunlight for a limited amount of time. Mere decades later he could still see how the other vampires attitude toward him changed when his eye started turning black. The complete and total shock on the one who bit him face when he realized he sired one was priceless. Much like the look when he ordered the other to kill him. To use the old expression he was living the high life ever since. He ended his trip down memory lane as he realized he walked up on the person he was looking for. A heavily shaded area of the park too, how considerate of him. “Hello, splendid day isn’t it?”

The good Father Mulligan started straight ahead. “Why did you call for me?”, he asked.

Ludwig sighed, “What is wrong with this world when two people can’t exchange simple pleasantries. You’re a Priest, you should be setting an example for the others.” Mulligan said nothing in return. “Oh well, down to the matter at hand I suppose.” He unbuttoned his coat and removed an envelope that he handed to Mulligan. He opened it at looked at him confused as he pulled out a set of pictures. “I thought you might want to see what your disciple is doing.” Mulligan went through the pictures, “Drinking in vampire bars. For the sake of pleasantries, let’s say he ‘consorting’ with our woman. Not exactly proper behavior for someone working for the church,” his face was solemn but there was an amused glint in his black eyes.
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—A/N: This movie fic is rated R for violence, language and adult situations—
It was way past midnight, a normal person would have been asleep by now. But his life hasn’t exactly been normal for a long time now has it? He sat there on the edge of a bed that wasn’t his wearing his nothing but his jeans and a chain with a silver cross hanging from his neck, his almost black hair hanging down to his eyes. The room was set up so two big mirrors were set up on the walls on either side. Despite the darkness he could see the huge scar going down his back in the reflection, right down the middle of his tribal tattoo. A memento of a battle that nearly cost him his life, one of many way too close calls. And he was getting tired of coming up with excuses for why it was there. God, he could have used that battle system they came up with in that one.

The silence in the room was broken as the first few bars of Savin’ Me started playing. He grabbed his cell phone and didn’t even bother checking who it was. There would only be one group who would be calling this time of night. “What do you got?”

“Matt,” his contact answered, “sorry to wake you, but we got a situation.”

His blue eyes looked up at the refection of the woman behind him, “I wasn’t exactly sleeping Troy.”

“Oh!”, Troy quickly got the meaning. “Well… oh geez.”

“The situation Troy,” he was sounding annoyed at this point.

“Right,” he cleared his throat over the line. “We spotted a class one in sector 7H. We think it might have a hostage, but our spotter can’t get that good a look inside the building. We’d go in but we don’t want to do anything that would endanger the possible hostage.” Sector 7H, that was five blocks from where he was.

“Right, I’m on it. Tell Big Red I’ll report in after I’m done.” There was an audible sigh as the call ended. Chances were good Big Red was there and heard it. Not that he cared at any point, the guy was a jackass to begin with. He finished dressing and grabbed his brown leather duster off the chair. He put it on looked back at the woman for a moment. Reaching into one of the duster’s pockets he pulled out a wad of twenties and left it on her nightstand. Yeah she was definitely worth the money all right.

As he exited her room and headed down the stairs he ignored the stares he got from others he passed. He stopped caring about what other people thought a long time ago. Matt hit the street, walked up to his custom Harley and drove off. As he rode he tried to clear his head of all but the bare minimum of thought. Thinking too much would get you killed. How many times was that driven into his head over the years? But no matter how hard he tried his mind, in situation like this, his mind always went back to the damn night.

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A ten year old boy was sitting in an office of a police station with a blanket wrapped around him. He barely acknowledged anything or anybody around him. He was staring straight ahead into nothingness. All he was seeing were the flashes of teeth and fangs and blood splashing, his parent’s blood. He shivered slightly despite how warm the blanket was making him. On the other side of the door he barely heard the two police officers talking. “Poor kid, seeing something like that got to fuck you up,” the first one said.

The second one agreed, “No kidding. Did you see the bodies? Their necks were fucking torn out. Kid keeps saying they were attacked by vampires if he says anything at all.”

“I know that the first thing that popped in my head when we got there. But I bet you anything it was a bunch of hopped up kids who saw one too many late night horror movies.”

“Or a cult or something.” Both of them stopped and he heard a set of footsteps coming closer. They stopped and he glanced over to the door the third shadow in the window. “Is there anything I can do for you Father?”

“Yes, I was wondering if it would be alright if I talked to the boy,” he answered. “Try to comfort him in some way, somebody should be there for him now.”

“I don’t know Padre,” the first police said. “I mean social services hasn’t even arrived yet.”

“It’s ok Joey,” the second one said. “The Father is a good man, he baptized my kids for crying out loud. Go ahead Father, take as long as you need.”

“Thank you my son.” The cops walked away as the door opened and he looked at the newcomer. He had brown hair that was graying at the temples and wore the usual black clothes with the white collar. He had a very kind face, but there was still a bit of sadness to it. “Hello son, I am Father Gerald Mulligan.” He sat in the chair next to him, “May I ask you what your name is?”

“Matt…,” he said quietly as he brought his knees closer to his chest, “Matthew Johnson.”

Mulligan smiled warmly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Although I wish the circumstances of our meeting weren’t like this.” Matt bottom lip started quivering again. He closed his eyes and tried to stay under control. Mulligan put an arm around him and held him close, “Don’t hold it in son. It’s alright, they wouldn’t want you to contain this type of pain.” The boy finally let go started crying into his shoulder.

“I’m… I’m alone,” he said between the sobs.

“No my boy, you are never alone,” the priest told him. “They may not be here in body, but they will always be with you. Watching over you where ever you are.”

Matt looked up at him with pleading eyes, “Are you sure?”

“My boy I have never been more sure of anything in my life. And I know, God willing, you will see them again.” A couple of more police officers walked by taking about the apparent cult killing. Mulligan looked down at the boy. Uncertainty started growing in his eyes. Making sure nobody could over hear he softly said, “I also know that humanity hates the unknown. They have this overwhelming need to try to make sense of what they don’t understand by turning it into something else. Even if they see it with their own eyes that can’t comprehend it. They say something human did this to your parents. But you and I know better, don’t we?”

“You believe me?”, none of the adults he talked to so far believed him. They kept saying he was in shock and was letting his imagination run away with him.

“Yes I do son, for I have seen them myself. I lost my mother in the same way. Back them somebody came up to me and offered me a chance to put a stop to them.” Mulligan looked him in the eyes, “I want to make you that same offer. We can train you to stop them. You can stop them before they do this to anybody else.”

“But I don’t want to hurt anybody, it’s wrong.”

Mulligan smiled softly at him, “Believe it or not but I’m glad you answered that way. If you were out for revenge I would have rethought my offer.” He patted him on the shoulder, “You don’t have to answer right now. You can think it over as long as you like.” Mulligan stood up but Matt grabbed his arm.

“Will I,” he said uncertainly, “will I be helping people?”

“That is what we try to do son. I won’t lie to you, there are times we fail in that duty.”

Matt looked up at him, “I want to help save people.”
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6,000 years ago, the Daos civilization flourished in Southern China. But then the Gorma tried to take it over as well as the world. The war ended with the disappearance of both the Dai and Gorma tribes. As time passed, the Gorma were revived again. To counter them, Master Kaku assembled a team of five youths with high levels of Qi. They became the Dairangers of the present time.

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