To better explain how this story came about, I am a senior in band, and my director happens to look like the miz. no joke he looks a lot like the miz, so after talking with my friend Selina about the striking similarities between the two I decided a story had to be written about the meeting of these two men. This is the result, it's nothing but pure crack, because we all know the WWE stars are not gonna flip out over a lookalike and hunt them down...*i hope* this is just for fun, and I must say i did have a lot of fun writing this. There's some slight Miz bashing at parts, but it's not cuz I dislike him *he's one of my faves* it's more for the irony of the situation so I hope you enjoy the fic :D

also it won't let me post the at symbol so i put (a) instead

Mike sat at home cradling his championship belt as he re-watched his match from Wrestlemania XXVII.

"Man I'm awesome," he mused as he watched Cena go down for the three count.

Smirking he spun the centerpiece of the belt idly as he reached or the remote to rewind the match.

His smirk was replaced with a look of agitation as his phone began vibrating.

'Who dares interrupt Miz hour!'

Frowning he pulled his cell out from his pocket flipping it open to see what was so important.

"IAmJericho: (a)mikethemiz Dude you've been cloned RT (a)Y2C_Zappy the similarities are striking... tinyurl/5xbtik"

Brow furrowing, Mike clicked on the link. Cloned? This had better not be one of Jericho's stupid jokes. But then again who was this Y2C_Zappy?

Finally the link loaded. Mike brought the phone up to his face and chuckled slightly. Hastily he sent a reply to Jericho.

"(a)IAmJericho ha cloned? Nice photo shopping Jerky."

Focusing back on the DVD Mike hit play, relishing at the sight of him delivering a running bulldog to John when his phone went off a second time.

Mike groaned he wasn't in the mood to go to another Twitter battle with Chris right now; he just wanted to finish the match and round out Miz hour with by watching himself defeat Randy at the Rumble.

Grabbing his phone he clicked on the missed alert.

"IAmJericho (a)mikethemiz: dumba$$, that's two separate pictures, tow different ppl…like I said, you've been cloned."

Shooting up Miz speed dialed Chris. No sooner had hello left Chris' mouth did Mike begin his assault.

"Alright Assclown, what game are you playing at?"

The amusement was evident in Jericho's response. "Assclown? No Mike, I'm afraid that' my line."

Mike was fuming. "The picture Jerky, what's the deal?" Miz snapped.

Chris laughed. "No game, I found the picture. She's right you know, he does look a lot like you. If not a clone, a twin for sure."

Mike sighed "so this picture is real?"

"Didn't you read the caption Mikey?"

"No," Mike replied resigned.

"That's her band director homie."

"What?"

"I said, that's her—"

"I heard what you said. It was a rhetorical question. By the way, never, EVER say homie again."

"Fair enough."

Pacing now Mike brought a hand up to his head rubbing at his temples.

"So where is this band director anyway?"

Chris laughed 'predictable', "he's in San Antonio according to that girl's profile."

Mike grinned; they had a show in San Antonio this Monday.

"Thanks. Hey Jerky, don't suck it up on Dancing with the Stars this week," he spoke ending the call before Chris could protest.

Spinning ht centerpiece of the belt again Mike got an evil grin on his face as an idea struck him.

This was gimmick infringement, a serious offense, he was sure of it, and there would be consequences.

Oh yes, consequences