Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kamen Rider or RWBY. Kamen Rider is owned by Toei and Ishinomori Productions and RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth and Monty Oum (RIP)


Trailer: Rod

"Behind each word is a hundred hooks, a thousand fabrications, a ten thousand lies. If you're okay with that mind if I reel you in?"

(Insert Double Action Rod Form)

It was a cool night in the city of Vale. The partially full moon and stars brightly shown down. The night was young and this was no truer than in a small but quite popular bar in downtown Vale that usually drew in a small crowd and tonight was no different. A jazzy song played over the speakers as waiters walked around handing out drinks and meals as customers drank, ate and talked.

Then front door opened as a new comer came in his blue eyes, which stood out against his dark framed glasses, scanned the room. He wore a smart black suit with a blue shirt underneath with a yellow tie with a silver hexagon shaped belt buckle with three small blue circles on it in the shape of a triangle. His hair was black and straight with a blue streak tucked behind his ear. He held his right arm up in an unusual gesture while his left hand was tucked in his pocket. He gained a confident, almost smug, smile as his eyes locked on a girl sitting alone at a table drinking. At first glance she may have been by herself but the second glass at the table suggesting she wasn't here alone and she was dressed for a night out with a friend NOT a date. Not a bad start to the evening he found his target now he just needed to reel her in.

He walked over to her table and leaned against in right elbow on surface and his left arm folded over his chest. He made a few gestures with his right hand and let several flattering words leave his mouth. The girl was surprised by the charming compliments and soon started blushing with a love-struck look on her face as she leaned her head on her hand.

Her friend then came up behind the new comer and asked who he was. In reply he spun around so he was leaning his back against the table and introduced himself to this new girl with more flattery. The same result as before presented itself as the girl blushed at stranger's words. Her friend suddenly appeared at her side seemingly saying she saw him first which quickly became an argument between the two girls but a few words from the charmer quickly calmed them down.

He took a seat on one of the three stools at the table the girls took their seats on the opposite side of the table resting their heads on their hands. As he spoke a waitress carrying a tray of empty glasses walked past and he gently caught her arm and ordering a drink and gave several more charming words no doubt asking her to hurry back she hurried away blushing.

When the waitress returned after vanishing for the brief instant to get his drink the stranger had reeled in several more girls who now crowded around the side of the table opposite to him. The charmer gratefully took the drink and placed it on the table and resumed speaking to his crowd of admirers making several hand gestures as he told a them a story. From the gestures it seemed the story was about fishing however the girls listened anyway completely enraptured laughing on occasion as if under a spell.

As he made a motion like he was casting a line he noticed something behind him from the corner of his eye. Sitting at the corner of the counter was yet another lovely lady sitting next to her was a guy with a small goatee wearing a short sleeved shirt showing off his muscled arms. The guy, who seemingly had a few too many, was clearly trying to flirt with her and her expression showed she had no interest.

The charmer excused himself from his crowd of admirers and went over to the counter with the intent of playing knight in a smart suit. He stepped in between the to his back to the guy and spoke a few of his usual flattering words. The girl lost her disinterested look it at first replaced with surprise at the stranger's arrival then and a blush and a smile at the words that came from his lips.

However, the opposite effect happened on the other person present as his expression turned from surprise at the interruption at his attempts to woo the woman to anger that this guy managed to do in seconds what he hadn't been able to do for minutes.

Pissed off at the stranger the guy put his hand on the stranger's shoulder then forced him round to face him then reeled him left fist back then punched the Casanova on the cheek sending him falling face first onto the floor on the other side of the room. The guy cracked his knuckles with a vicious smile as the Casanova's admirers covered their moves and cried out in shock while the Casanova slowly began to pick himself off the ground.

The brute called over some two of his pals and they went over to the charmer pulled him up and turned him to face their pal while restraining him by his arms. The head brute gave chuckle as he slowly walked up to the stranger ready to teach him a lesson. The girls looked on in fear for the object of their affection.

The Casanova's face was unreadable as the brute got closer step but step. But when his foe was close enough he flashed another smug smile then jumped up kicking the brute in the chin sending him flying back head first against the counter. The charmer then flipped over his two captors, who lost grip in surprise at the movement, and landed behind them. He adjusted his glasses his smile never leaving his face as he looked on at their shocked expressions. He then round house kicked them right on the cheek knocking them to the side not knocking them out but mildly stunning them.

Suddenly a few more guys showed up three facing him and another two where helping the first guy up off the ground. From the looks of things, they seemed to pals with the other three and their judgement was also impaired by their drinks. The charmer turned to face them letting out a single chuckle his moved into his blazer. The brawlers tensed at the action clearly he was going for a weapon mostly likely a firearm what he did pull out surprised them. It was rod with two large hexagon shaped plates at both ends the stranger threw it over into his right hand and held it up over his head then flicked his rest in response to the action the handle of the rod extended revealing it was actually a much longer staff.

The charmer then spun the staff around showing off his skill before holding it at size before holding his right hand up in his signature gesture he then made a "come at me" motion with his index and middle fingers. The three closest to him came charging at him fists raises only for the charmer to just wacked the first two away with the flat sides of the blades on his staff before he delivered a kicked to the third sending flying into the chest of his friend who to their little group's head.

As soon as he dealt with the last of those three he noticed one of the two he round house kicked trying to strike him from behind. The charmer simply held his weapon up straight then taped the point of the blade pointing downwards against the floor which caused the one pointing at the ceiling to suddenly unfold into a grabber claw. The charmer then turned the weapon and made a stabbing motion with it which cause the claw to close around his would be attacker's waist in a firm grip.

Then his pal tried the same trick the charmer, with surprising amount of strength, was able lift his trapped foe over his head before releasing the weapon's grasp throwing him into his pal sending them to the floor.

Then one of their pals who had been helping their leader up grabbed an empty tray on the counter and threw it like a Frisbee but with, shocking reaction time, the improvised projectile was suddenly caught by the claw. The charmer then spun around and released the grip on the tray sending it flying back at its sender hitting him in the gut with enough force to make him fall on his knees clutching his stomach.

The group's leader shoved his pal off him then got off the ground and charged straight at the Casanova while three of his pals who had gotten up did the same thing from the left, right and behind. Flashing another smile the Casanova positioned his weapon straight up with the claw pointing upwards then tapped the point of the other plate against the ground again causing the claw the transform back into a hexagon shape. He turned to face the brawler coming at him from the right then when all four of them were close enough he jumped over the one behind him landed on his hands, preforming both actions with amazing speed, then preceded to backflip away furthering the distance between him and his opponents. He did this three times after the third he landed on a booth table with his legs in a kneeling rifle position while he balanced his weapon over his left shoulder with both hand keeping it balanced with the claw plate behind him.

For a split second the brawlers thought they had a chance then the Casanova tapped the point of the claw plate against the wall behind him this caused the plate currently pointing at his foes to split in half and reveal what look like the barrel of a rifle. A switch popped out of the pole next to the Casanova's left hand he smirked at his foes shocked faces then pressed the switch with his thumb causing the weapon to fire. The shot hit the ground at their feet released an explosion of smoke causing the group to cough, close and cover their eyes and wave it away. Casanova repeated the action once, twice, trice, five times in total his smoke bullet rounds caused a cloud of smoke to cover the seven obscuring their vision.

The leader of this little group waved the smoke out of his eyes but when he managed to be able to see through it he was greeted with the sight of his foe's foot as he used his staff to help him jump up and kick him straight in the chest. This sent him flying straight out the door, which fortunately was open as someone entered but quickly moved out of the flying man's way, and into the street. The Casanova walked out into the middle of the street then turned to face him the building on his left.

The guy's friends then ran out of the bar and surrounded the Casanova in a circle. They grinned and balled their fists to finish him to jump on him thinking numbers would give them an advantage while the Casanova's admirers looked on from doorway with worry on their faces. The head gave a cry and they charge in at their foe who simply planted his staff on the ground, gripped it with both hands and somehow managed kick and run on the groups chests. As each of them got hit they fell to the ground and fell unconscious from a mix of their drunkenness and the Casanova's blows.

The last one in the circle to get knocked down was the boss who was kicked with the most force sending him flying down the round on his back with a groan. Still conscious he jumped up and fists raised ready to show this clown who was top dog only…he wasn't there he only saw his drinking buddies lying on the ground groaning and snoring. He looked around for the target of his drunken aggression but couldn't find hide nor hair of him then he noticed a shadow on ground slowly making its way over to him. His head shot up and there, his blue eyes shining against his darken figure, in front of the partially full moon was the Casanova his torso turning in seemingly slow motion positioned like he was about to throw a spear and the blades of his weapon glowing with blue energy.

The Casanova locked eyes with the drunken brawler and flashed another smile then threw his staff like a spear. The drunk though he was a goner but the staff didn't impale him the pint made contact with his chest and suddenly he couldn't move as this paralyzing energy entered his body rendering him unable to move. The glowed then a hexagon shaped symbol made of blue light appeared in front of his chest

Meanwhile the Casanova, descending towards him with great speed then extended his right foot for a flying slide kick. His foot made contact with the blade pointing away from the drunk the symbol shattered and the drunk was sent back flying until he landed on the road a good distance away with a roll before he stopped on his back knocked out.

The Casanova landed on his feet without difficulty then bent down while his weapon clattered to the ground right in front of him. He bent down and picked it up and preceded to give it a quick spin then looked down the street to his groaning opponent and adopted his signature hand gesture and gave a chuckle.

A series of cries were heard and he turned to face his admirers running up to him. They put their hands on his arms, shoulders and chest while showering him with praise of how amazing he was. He handed his staff to two of them then lead them back to the bar the with another smile.

(End song)


Author's note(s): Yeah, I used the staff stunt from the Matrix Reloaded it just sort of found its way in there. And yes I RWBYfied the staff each weapon will be slightly changed to fit the RWBY mythos.