A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie, Annabelle and Ginger. Miz Mallows and Teh D belong to Darkest-Hearts. HB and Jack belong to PowerPeguin, who is not on (yet). As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 22: Miz Meets Christian's Friends

"Good to see you, HB," Christian said. "Well, not that I can see you."

"Put your glasses on," Punk said.

"I hate my glasses," Christian sighed, but he obliged. "Oh, there you are. Nice ride."

"Thanks," said HB. "Come on up, guys." He moved out of the doorway, back into the bus.

Miz turned to Christian. "You know the guitarist from Jyipze4!"

"No," Christian began, "I know…"

He was interrupted by a shout of "Roxas!" and a young woman with red and black hair throwing herself on him in a huge hug.

Christian winced and looked at Miz over her head. "I know the whole band," he finished. "Hey, Teh D, you want to let go? I can't breathe."

Teh D let him go and grinned. "It's been too long. How's Axel?"

"What is she talking about?" Miz asked.

"Uh," Christian said. "Don't ask."

"Anyway, come on," Teh D said. "Ginger's having a fit again." She paused, staring past Christian, her eyes wide. "Oh my God. Is that… C.M. Punk?"

"Yes," Christian said.

Teh D shrieked, making everyone jump. She launched herself at Punk. "What the…?" Punk managed before the girl attached herself to him. "Um."

"Hi!" she said, a huge grin on her face. "I'm Teh D."

"Teddy?" Punk said, confused.

"No," she said. "Teh D. Like The D, but not."

"Oh. Um. Okay." Punk blinked.

"Come on," Christian said to the others. "We don't want to hold them up any longer than we have to."

Teh D finally let go of Punk. "Oops. Yeah." She blushed and bounced back up the steps of the bus. "We'd better get a move on."

The rest of them followed Christian and Teh D onto the bus. "You guys have upgraded since I last saw you," Christian said. He hugged a redhead who stood up from one of the seats.

"Hey," she said. "I couldn't believe it when HB said you called. He's been trying to get ahold of you for weeks."

"I've been out of the loop," Christian admitted, taking a seat. He turned to his fellow inmates. "So, guys, this is Annabelle, and you met HB and Teh D." He paused and indicated the last two band members. "And that's Jack and Ginger."

Jack, a spiky blue and red haired guy, nodded and said, "Yo." Ginger ignored them.

"And these are my friends," Christian said. "This is JJ and…"

"Oh, we know who the rest of them are, Roxas," said Teh D.

"Yeah, they still watch wrestling nonstop," Ginger said sourly, making a face. "I can't believe you guys wanted to stop for this. We have a gig to make." She looked like she probably had a perpetual sour look on her face to Miz. Her hair was pink and dreadlocked and she had one arm in a cast.

"Don't mind Ginger," Annabelle said. "She's a little irritated because she got glitter in her eye, then fell off the stage and broke her arm."

Ginger growled and went to the back of the bus, where there was a privacy curtain. "How'd that happen?" Christian asked.

Jack cleared his throat. "Uh, we were doing Charcoal Trees and I kind of told Teh D that we should put glitter on the drums. I guess Ginger didn't notice until she smacked the drumhead and glitter got in her eye. She let out this awful shriek, jumped up, and tried to run for backstage. Only she ran into me, which meant she miscalculated, and she fell off the stage. The crowd thought she was trying to mosh and… Well, they kind of dropped her."

"Ouch," Christian said, wincing.

"She's been moody ever since," HB said, sitting down next to Christian. "Hey, that reminds me. What was up with you a couple weeks ago?"

"What?" Christian asked, frowning.

"I ran into you in LA and you completely ignored me."

Christian shook his head. "I've been here in Connecticut for the last six months."

"Weird," HB said, "because people were calling that guy Christian and I'd swear it was you. So why have you been in Connecticut for the last six months, and was that an ambulance on the dock?"

Christian sighed. "It's a long story," he said.

"We've got a long night ahead of us," HB replied. "So where are you guys headed, anyway?"

"We don't know yet," Miz said. "That's something we need to discuss."

"It's been a strange few months," Christian told the band members. "I've been in this hospital."

"Hospital?" Jack said. "Are you okay, man?"

Christian shrugged. "Fine. It's more of a… uh… mental place."

"Dude, you've been in a freaking asylum?" HB asked. "That's pretty cool."

"No, it's really not," Christian said. "Anyway, Miz just got there this week…"

"They said you were out injured on Raw," said Teh D. "But you look fine to me." She frowned. "And you've been on Raw since the draft, and were on Smackdown after the end of ECW," she told Christian.

"I've seen the episodes," Christian said. "But believe me, it's not me."

Punk said, "It's an evil alien."

Teh D frowned at Punk. "You think so?"

"Well, how else can he be in two places at once? He's not Jesus like me."

HB glanced at Annabelle. "I guess he's telling the truth about the hospital. Someone is obviously loco."

Annabelle snickered. "That would explain the beard."

"It's not aliens," Miz said suddenly. "I know what it is. They're robots. I saw Cena being worked on."

"Well, that explains a lot, actually," HB said. "So they have robots of all you guys?"

"Except me," Miz said. "Though there's probably one in the works." He frowned. "And JJ. There's not a robot of him, is there?"

JJ sighed. "Of course there is, Undertaker. It's Kane."

"Did he just call you Undertaker?" Annabelle asked Miz.

"JJ gets names scrambled," Christian said. "It's complicated."

Miz turned to JJ. "You have a robot in the WWE?"

"Yeah," JJ said. "The one you saw getting worked on is mine."