What is my Lit. level?

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Here are some of my samples. I guess I am semi-lit.

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Kenji Masturmoto
AKA The Kendo Kid

Kenji Masturmoto looked at the dark floor as sweat beat down his strong face. His first match…all or nothing time. The young muscular Japanese man tightened his wrestling pants. Ever since the day his aunt took him to a Kenta Kobashi match when he was five, the tall man always wanted to be in the main event. Kenji got up as he stretched out his powerful body. The door opened as a young worker looked in.

“Kenji Masturmoto…you’re up.” The man said as Kenji walked across the long hall. Workers watched him as Kenji put on the white T-Shirt with the NOAH signature on it. Making his way to the waiting area right before the large ramp that would lead to the ring, Kenji silently tried to mentally prepare himself for the match. Kenji heard the ring announcer’s large powerful voice over the cheering crowd. “Ok…..the next match is scheduled for 30 minutes.” The announcer said as the crowd started to thump there hands in anticipation. “It’s booked as a regular match, and therefore only submission, pin fall or time outs valid. Disqualifications are as followed in the basic rules…No low blows. No weapons and no attacking the referee.” The announcer finished as the workers motioned for Kenji. He walked out as the lights surrounded him, a mixture of camera flashes and warm stage lights.

“Introducing first from Sasebo, weighing in at 267 pounds…standing at a height of 6’7. The monster of Tohuga.. The Dismantler of Men…Kenji Masturmoto!” The announcer said as Kenji walked toward the ring. Some women cheered him as other men booed. It made sense…he was handsome and built like a bodybuilder, heavy shoulders, and arms that seemed to be built from marble to look like a Greek statue, more so then the flesh of a normal man. Kenji remembers that when he first was being booked someone called him the Japanese version of Adonis, the Greek word for “perfect man”. Since the Independents (Indies), he now had finally got his chance. It was unheard for an Indie wrestler to ever be given a chance to wrestle in the big leagues in Japan. Many preferred them to be trained by a school owned by the organization that the performer was wrestling for. Kenji took one more look around as he spotted a young Japanese girl that was clapping her hands as she looked over his handsome features. Kenji gave her a slight grin before he took off the shirt over his tan, muscled form chest. The girl let out a scream as she jumped up and down. Kenji threw it to her as he slid in the ring. Kenji stretched out one more as he turned and waited for his opponent.

“And introducing his opponent…from right here in Kyoto…the Behemoth of Giants…Kota!” The ring announcer said as the large man came out. “Standing at 7’0 feet, weighing over 400 pounds. He is a former world Champion.”

The announcer kept talking about Kota’s achievements Kenji stared at the larger man, as the huge almost giant like frame of Kota walked down the ramp.

They chose him on purpose; Kota was here to end the 22 year olds dreams. Kota was here to break Kenji, but what they failed to realize, was what Kenji lacked in true training he made up in heart. Kota walked into the ring as the referee looked at the two men.

“Ok…a clean fight…Understand Kenji?” The referee asked as Kenji shifted his weight in anticipation.

“Oh…I’ll be clean all right” Kenji said as Kota laughed.

“Listen here, you steroid using jack a**…today I am going to break you into two.” Kota said as the bell rang. Both men locked as they tried to overpower each other. Kota had Kenji beat in size, but Kenji was three times stronger then any normal man. He quickly pushed Kota away as Kenji toe kicked the large man in the stomach. Kenji then grabbed Kota’s large head as he did a DDT. It wasn’t like normal DDT; Kenji lifted his legs and put his other large hand on Kota back. It gave the move a greater powerful force right on top of his opponent head. Kenji pulled away as Kota let out a groan. Kenji waited for Kota to stand up as the younger Japanese man grabbed the large man and lifted him high into the air for a colossal slam. Kota hit the ground, as Kenji looked to the crowd. He was beginning to feel the rush of the match with waves adrenaline coursing though his body. This was when Kenji felt most alive.

Kota stood up as he hit Kenji across the moth with a hard punch. The large man forcefully chopped into Kenji’s chest with his huge left hand. Kota did two more chops as Kenji grimaced in pain. The next one that Kota tried to use was met by one of Kenji heavy punches into Kota large stomach. Kenji hit the man hard with an elbow to the head as the young Japanese man lifted his foot up and hit Kota across the head with a Yakuza kick.

Kenji breathed a little as he watched Kota fall backwards. He looked up before Kota started to fall. Kenji gripped his arm as he did an arm drag. Instead of a regular arm drag, the whole body of Kota flipped up as he smack in the ring with a hard sound echoing throughout the stadium. Kenji then went for a three count, but at the moment that the three count was almost sounded the referee stopped. Kenji looked up with surprise as he watched the referee back up. Kenji stood up as his face showed anger. He gripped Kota’s ankle as he squeezed hard and twisted the ankle in a submissive motion. At the same time Nochai ran out to the ring, hoping to break up the submission hold. Nochai had no real commitment to Kota, but the wrestler did have a dedication to the Wrestling Corporation that paid his bills. And seeing that those men wanted Kenji to lose the match, Nochai was here to make it so. The match finally ended after Kenji knocked Nochai out of the ring, but having the referee call a DQ on the young Japanese athlete. Walking into the locker room Kenji hit the metal hard leavening a dent. He won that fight...the fans knew it and even though they booed Kota, the larger wrestler hand was raised in victory. Getting dressed in some regular clothes Kenji though of what he could do.

"Another bad day?" Asked a man in a nice dress suit. Kenji turned around as he was handed a card. Kenji took it as he looked down at it.

"What the hell is this?" Kenji asked as the man left.

"Your future my friend...your future." The man said, as Kenji looked at the number on the card.

You will know my name!

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Walendthis Cartar

Fargor walked into the tent as his one eye looked over to the witch that was standing by a small cauldron. Her young pretty face was framed by a red collection of hair. Years of using magic was barely apparent on her, but a trained eye could see that something was wrong about her beauty, that her eyes did not speak of the same kindness that her pale freckled skin and red hair did. “Did you send the men to the area I told that he would be.” Asked the witch as Fargor nodded.
“Aye. I sent them there.” Fargor said as the red head turned to him and looked at the warlord with sparkling blues eyes.
“And did you warn them of the power that is Walendthis Cartar.” The witch asked as the warlord grinned.
“They are not children,Enid.” Fargor said as he grinned largely. “I told them that Cartar was a great warrior and to take care when finish him, but their are 30 of them to his one.” Fargor said as Enid shooked her head.
“Then they will die.”

Walendthis pushed himself further as he felt his body shiver from the pain of the wound. Holding the sword close to him the young knight grey eyes looked up as he felt the blood trickle down his chin. ‘I am bleeding from my mouth...’ Walendthis thought to himself as he silently remember what that would mean. The warrior was suffering form internal bleeding, and with that he would get weaker and may die. The heavy footsteps could be heard as Walendthis kneeled against a tree. Walendthis eyes flutter as he slowly downcast them to the brown dirt covered ground. A heavy metal covered boot was what Walendthis saw when he opened his eyes back up as he heard a soft chuckle. “You gave quite a fight Cartar.” The large man said as Walendthis looked up at the unshaven face that had turn into a grin. “Fargor was right you are an amazing warrior, but like any man you have you breaking point.” The warrior said as he pulled up his curved blade. “Out of respect, I make this quick.” The bandit warrior said as he swung the sword down. At that moment Walendthis leaped forward and slammed a small blade deep into the bandits chest. Blood spurted out of the man mouth as he hit the ground with the dagger sticking out of the lifeless body. The five others attacked as Walendthis rolled away from a sword flashed. In a blazing move Walendthis flipped off his traveling cloak as it hit one of the man in the face. Bringing up his field ax around as he caught two of the bandits in an large slash. With both of them down their was only two more left. The man threw off the cloak as he roared loudly and attacked with as much force as he could muster.The field ax came into the head of the man. Blood spurted out as Walendthis kicked at the other man. With all his might he hit into the man’s side as he hit the ground. Walendthis looked around at the dead bodies as he dropped the field ax from his hands. Walking a few feet away, Walendthis made it only a few feet before he fell to the ground. The grey eyes flutter open for only a mere moment as he tried to muster the strength to move. The eyes of the Wandering knight closed as he felt the tiredness take over his body.

The witch Enid checked the cauldron as she waited for the response of Walendthis fight. For only a moment her eyes stayed calm into she let out a deep shrill scream. Pushing over the wooden table in the small hut the woman rushed out as she looked over to the warriors wacthed her out of fright. “Will is that fool Fargor?” Enid shouted as her blue eyes seemed to bore deep into their souls. The guards pointed to the large wooden lodge that the warlord had declared as his own after taking over the village. Enid rushed toward it as a guard tried to stop her entrance. A flash of white was seen as he was thrown though the wooden door. Standing up the large heavy man looked over to Enid as two young girls tried to cover up.
“By the gods of the sea! You better have a reason for this Enid!” Fargor said as Enid looked at him with a slight of disgust.
“You brave ‘warriors’ failed.” Enid said as Fargor face went pale. “Walendthis Cartar is alive, and soon he shall find it. Soon he will come.” Enid said as she knew that she did not need to warn the warlord of what would happen then. Fargor heard stories of what happen to Albergan when Walendthis took the elven city Ele-brestor from him, and the warlord of the waste felt something that he tried to always hide. Fear.

Walendthis drifted into the darkness that was the eight hell of The Horned One. For a moment his fear quicken as he looked around at the burning figures in the deep water below him. Screams were heard as they raised them arms to the tall man. Standing next to a chair was not the shadowy figure of The Horned One, but instead a tall thin man with a strange grin plastered deep on his face. “Walendthis Cartar, son of Wilhelm Cartar grandson of Herbert Cartar.” The figure said as he stood up. “Come to me human, and kneel at you God.” The figure said as Waendthis felt the unbearing need to do so. The dark power that radiated from this man was too powerful, and Walendthis felt that if he did so, the pain would go away, and he would be whole. Walking only a few steps, the young warrior ceased. The thin man smile went away as he let out a deep loud scream. A white light hit into Walendthis as he felt himself rushed away by a strong amount of liquid. “You will always carry my mark, boy!” The thin man yelled as Walendthis was pushed away. “I will find you! I will have you!” Opening his eyes Walendthis looked around as he tried to place his settings.

The Wandering Knight

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Moonlight Rising.

The farmer was talking to his wife as they argue about thier son new girl friend. The mother cared very little, but the father had at one time bought a horse off the girls father, that was not two years old, but in truth much older. Back and forth they argue as the father finally threw his hands into the air he asked in a deep and gruffy voice. "What else could go wrong in my life?" And before the words were out a large roar could be heard as the farmers cows started to wail. The mans eyes went wide as he stood up and his wife tried to stop him. Reaching for his shot gun the older man walked out and toward the barn opening the door his breath quicken as he saw the mutilated body of the bovine in the corner, her rib cage was thrown aside as blood was smeared everywhere. 'Damn bear!" The farmer said as he lifted his shotgun. At that time he heard the deep and echoing growl. Looking up the farmer spotted the large wolf like creature hanging from the rafters. Letting out a scream the werewolf release a roar as the farm ran from the barn. In all of his life he had never run like that. It would have put Lance Armstrong to shame. Turning around the farmer hit the ground as he held his head down for what seemed like a minute. But nothing happen. The farmer looked up as he spotted a strange shape running in the distance in the opposite direction.

The werewolf ran threw the underbrush as the moon floated on in the sky above. By now the farmer had alerted his neighbors, as the lycan struggle with its instinct, animalistic anger, and the human side. This was his curse, the curse of the lycan. Running though the woods the lycan finally made its way on the low rise hill over looking the English moors that were bathed in the light from the moon. The Lycan could see what looked like lights flashing the distance. Lending it large unkempt furry head back the lycan let out a deep and lowed roar. Turning around yet creature ran off toward the old barn as the inches of sunlight could just be seen in the distance.

The Next morning

Vladimir woke in the morning naked in the old straw of the barn he had been hiding in for the couple of weeks. The tall young man stood up as his tan body took in the light sun ways. Blood was on his body. Touching it the deep green eye man put to his lips. Thankfully it was from a bovine, and not a human. Deep down Vladimir greatest fear was that one time when he was in his lycan form he was going to attack and kill a human, like he had done so many years ago. Vladimir walked out and quickly washed off the blood from his well toned body. Walking over to an area of the barn in the back Vladimir picked up his old jeans as he put them on followed his shoes and the shirt.

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David of Aramathia

The young leader of the Black riders, grandson of Richard Battleax and chosen successor to the thrown of Lut Golen walked though the bloody fog covered battle field. Whips of smoke mix with the unnatural heavy fog. The mans light brown eyes were mix with emotion as he spotted a woman of blond hair holding something. Walking over to her David touch the soft white porcelain skin as the girl turned around to behold the dead solider in her hand. It was none other then that of David himself. Throat sliced open to show the torn flesh and muscle, dried blood covered it as David fell to the ground. Hands reach up as they grip the young ruler pulling him to the ground. David hit the ground as the cold undead hands held him to the ground. Pulling and fighting as best he could, David looked up as the moon filled with an errie glow. Standing their David could see the moon disappearing as it was burn up. His brown eyes widen as he saw the face of a tormented woman. Her green eyes looking at him as she yelled for help. Along her neck was the symbol of the old religion. Fire went around her as David felt himself sinking into he ground.

David woke up in a start as he sat up in the beautiful heavy bed as the sunlight fluttered in. Since the battle that had ended Arklax life, David had started to have nightmares. To him it was something of an unordinary predetermine. David could only guess it had to do with the fact he had been riding nearly everyday, and for the last month had little or no sleep. DurPurin armies were laid top rest, and Hasburg troops have gone back to their northern kingdom. In truth the war was in the end was very excellent on Lut Golen standards. They got more land, increase their treasury and finely destroyed their rivals in land warfare. Getting up David went to get dressed as he prepared for his first real court appearance. So far he had found everything, from making up myths about his pray schedule to lying about Lut Golen customs. It had dawn on the court that he was avoiding them. Richard Battleax sent and order, and now the young warrior prince had little chose but brave the hungry wolves know as society.

David walked out of the bed chamber as he headed into the court room. The trumpet announce the future king arrival as the court bowed to him. Walking though the crowd the young warrior prince dark brown eyes caught someone else.