Event: KIZMAT VS Lusus [CM:XVI- 07/15/2025]

[Cadmus]

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Kizmat came UNGLUED!!!! Seer dropped his cup o' NOM NOMs in complete shock and dismay and crying as he watched his babeh get decimated.... Seer could not deal with it any longer- he collects a steel chair- carefully not getting his long-ass nasty nom nom infested gray beard caught into it- and storms up the steps and into the ring!!!!





Kizmat instantly turns around shocking the piss and shit out of Seer's stained green panty-hose dropping the steel chair... Seer fell flat on his poop infused bottom holding his wrinkly hands up begging for mercy... Kizmat, staring a hole of hatred into Seer, sticks his blood dripping tongue out at him...

and motions a hand slit across his neck at Seer's deathly fate... but in the distraction.... Lusus slithers back up with the usage of his tentacles and leaps on top of my 'mommy' wrapping his entire being around Kizmat- squeezing and trying to strangle him to death!!!






Seer's smile returns as he uses his beard to raise back up like a cane and then causally walks over to Kizzy.... Seer SPITS nom nom juice onto Kizmat's face and insults him by calling Kizmat a washed up wanna-be welfare mom to his babeh nom nomy-kins......

Lusus' intensifying hold then collapses Kizmat to one knee-- in which Seer follows suit by kneeing before his lordship...







Seer: Wellllll wellll welll wel weelll welll m'Lord. Are YOU having troubles getting up?? huh? WHAT'S THAT YOU CAN'T HEAR ME WITH OUR BABEH NOMS STRANGLING YOUR PATHETIC ASS??? WELL LETME HELP YA. M'LORDSHIP.


Seer takes the chair and SWINGS IT WITH SUCH HATRED AND CLEAR DISTAIN THAT KIZMAT'S JAW COMES LOOSE AND THE LORD OF BLOOD FALLS FLAT DOWN ON THE MAT IN A PUDDLE OF BLOOD... LUSUS IS STILL LATCHED ONTO HIS MOMMY AND THE REF RUNS TO SLIDE AND CHECKS TO SEE IF KIZMAT CAN CONTINUE THE MATCH!!!







While this is all happening, Seer found another cup o' NOM NOMs carefully stored somewhere in his stained beard and pop'ed open the cup and realized that there was pudd'n inside!!!! Seer's eyes sparkled in glee, knowing fully that he is eating the newest flavor of nom noms... pudding nom noms, which normally go right back into the cup where they belong- but today, Seer is going to slurp that pudding right down his nasty throat as Kizmat is dying in the background!!

[Mamud]

Unbelievably, Lusus continued to choke Kizmat into a half-state of consciousness, slowly forcing submission via a sleeper hold. Kizmat, clearly fading, had one arm slowly lowering to the mat as the Ref ran around and dramatically stared at Kizmat's moving hand, then pulled out a pair of opera glasses on a stick to stare from 2 feet at Kizmat's hand, then swapped those out for a pair of pence-nez, then swapped that for a monocle, moved on to a magnifying glass and then, somehow, a microscope.


One moment, Kizmat fades into a semi-conscious state; the next, he sees the Ref starting the count-down process in front of him.


“One! Two! Oh wait, let me adjust the scope on this, I can't quite see...Three!” The Ref slowly counts without rhythm.


Suddenly, Obed Marsh comes stumbling toward the ring from the entrance! He pauses half way down the ramp, panting, and then proceeds to limp as quickly as possible to Seer's corner, behind the ref's back, leaning heavily on his cane. Seer sees him, unimpressed, as the crowd re-enacts Blue's Clues by shouting “behind you!” to the Ref, who suddenly seems deaf to the world and incapable of looking at anything other than Kizmat's bobbing hand.


“Four!” barks the ref, after 20 seconds have passed.


Obed reaches the apron, and slowly, awkwardly beaches himself onto the mat, at Seer's feet. Seer raises an eyebrow, and looks to the crowd gesturing “get a load of this guy!”


“Dearie, you're not my type, and frankly you're off-putting. By that I mean looking at you has put me off my pudding. Am I supposed to be feel fear at how near you've appeared, you Sear's dressed rear? The crowd can't be bothered to jeer or cheer, their attention is in arrears” Seer sneers.


“I've no interest in fighting you,” Obed eventually pants.


“Fffffffffiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiive” The Reef sighs, in the background.


“Rather, I want you to look... at this!” And Obed quickly pulls a small bottle out of his vest, shoving it in Seer's face who doesn't even flinch away.


“Is this... a prescription? OH MY GOD, I TAKE THIS TOO! IS THIS FEASETRON? I've been on this for the last 3 centuries! I had to take this when my Itis kicked in...and don't even get me STARTED on the post-birth pills. Well since you asked, of course nobody had ever seen my beautiful baby's species before and what it did to my unmentionable nether regions, so I was quickly prescribed---”


“Five!” The ref repeats.


While Obed and Seer engage in the only match that matters to old men—discussing their prescription medications and various body ailments—Kizmat's eyes show first only white, and then all black.


Kizmat fades from realizing he is about to be defeated in a clown b-match before the main event, and the next moment he starts to fade into a dream like state where he sees Mamud.


“Kizmat. You gave me your dreams, don't you recall? And Lusus is trying to choke you out in a sleeper hold. Meaning I am come to rule your unconscious mind. You're falling more and more into my control, my power, my domain, while your body slips from your conscious connection. And as the god of your dreams, I render you this: a dream of wrestling. Yes, Kizmat, I grant you somno-colluctatio—as some “sleep walk,” you shall “sleep wrestle” until you break this hold. Go ahead, let your unconscious mind let lose the horror of what you are on Lusus, for I find both him and Seer frankly too disgusting and freaky to continue existing,” Mamud's vision intones while fading into the background.


“Six!”


Kizmat no longer has a disconnect between sleep and wakefulness; he has full freedom of movement and full awareness of his surroundings. And with this, he finally reaches back to Lusus' appendages...

[KIZMAT]

... AND KIZMAT RIPS OFF A FEW OF LUSUS' APPENDAGES- SHOCKING LUSUS- BLOOD POURING LIKE A GEYSER- KIZMAT THEN GETS THE FUCK UP AND USES THE APPENDAGES AS SLEDGEHAMMERS DRIVING CRUSHING LUSUS FROM ALL ANGLES SENDING HIM DOWN TO THE COLD MAT!!!!


Meanwhile, Seer and Obed Marsh took over the Spanish announcer's (like they really needed the table) and were taking turns checking their blood pressure and glucose levels with machines and comparing the results.....


IN THE RING, KIZMAT WHIP-LASHES LUSUS WITH SUCH FEROCITY INTO THE TURN-BUCKLE-CORNER THAT THE ENTIRE RING SHOOK!!!! KIZMAT SCREAMED TO HIGH HEAVEN RUNNING LIKE A MAD-VAMPIRE INTO LUSUS MAKING HIS SO-CALLED SON SPIT OUT A SEA OF GREEN BLOOD....






The ref stood watching all of this in awe and amazement.....


Micheal Cole: I do not know what else to say... Lusus is being decimated!!!


KIZMAT TAKES LUSUS BY THE HEAD WITH ONE HAND AND LIFTS HIM TO ONLY DRILL HIM DOWN WITH AUTHORITY INTO THE MAT.... it was apparent that Lusus was out cold as it was not moving....


Seer jumps up in glee thinking he beat Obed with a reading of 524 on his glucose levels- turns his head around to see his babeh nom nomy nomkins on the mat!!!! Seer's eyes, and other parts of his body, bulge and he runs to slide into the ring.... Kizmat by this time reenters with a steel chair.... Seer is hovering on top of his babeh trying to nurse his son back to health with the sweet nectar of old man juice form his tit.







Seer [while looking up to Kizmat in tears]: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR OWN SON!!!!!!


The gift that Mamud, who was watching this still unfold outside, allowed Kizmat to easily ignore Seer's bullshit and before you know it.... SEER'S FALSE TEETH ARE FLYING UP AND INTO THE SEA OF FANS once Kizmat swung the chair clear across Seer's face with so much force!!! Seer himself goes flying and KERPLUNKS down into the mat.... but at that moment, Lusus grabs Kizmat by the family jewels and squeezes them so hard that Kizmat drops the chair and his eyes are filled with blood.... Lusus then ball-slams Kizmat to the mat and quickly rolls ontop of his daddeh.....




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