A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I do own Pixie and Betsy. As always, it's meant in fun.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 69: Miz in Miami

Orton and Matthew didn't get far before Mark dragged them back again. Once they had everyone back in the SUV, Jeff took to the driver's seat with Punk in the front passenger seat. "Where to?" Jeff asked.

"Time to go to the American Airlines arena in Miami," Punk said. "I assume you remember how to get there?"

"I remember," Jeff said evenly.

"Good. Then I think I'll take a nap." And with that, Punk leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and pretended to snore.

"You guys are so weird," Jeff muttered.

"At least it's only a couple more hours," Miz soothed. "All of this should be over by tonight."

Jeff nodded. "Then let's get this over with," he said.

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"Why are we stopping?" Miz asked groggily, four hours later.

"Because we're here."

"We are?" Miz craned his neck to peer out the front window at the huge arena. "Oh. So we are."

"You feel all right?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah, sure. Just a little… off balance. I can't believe this is almost over, that's all."

"We still have to go in and see if we can find JJ's 'Kofi'," Jeff said.

"Yeah." Miz rubbed his eyes and stretched. "We should probably lay low until the show starts tonight. I mean, there's no point in getting in there now. I'm sure Vince and HHH are probably in there, and running into either of them wouldn't be good."

"All right," Jeff agreed. "Where to, then?"

"The Super 6," Punk said, sitting up. "It's located about five miles from here, down on the right. I've already made us reservations."

"When did you do that?" Miz asked.

"On the bus with that band Christian knows," he said, shrugging. "We can do a little creative rearranging of rooms so you and Matt can share, Jeff."

A sleepy, "I'm Jeff," met the statement from the back.

Jeff sighed. "I never thought I'd be so happy to see Matt acting like a child. I'm glad Matthew's gone."

"I think we're all happy about that," Miz front passenger seat,ssenger seat, nyway,"ing to untangle Christian from the seatbelt while Orton and Matthew were at He stretched and yawned. "Now how about that hotel? I'm exhausted."

"Sounds good," Jeff said. Punk gave the directions, leading them down a seedy side street to a run down hotel. "Are you sure this is right?" Jeff peered doubtfully out the window at the Super 6.

"It's right," Punk said. "It's the only hotel in town that had a vacancy for as many rooms as we needed tonight. Besides, it's the perfect cover." He smiled. "And it's not like anyone is going to mess with us."

"Because we're wrestlers?" Jeff asked.

"Because I'm the son of God," Punk corrected.

"It still looks like a rough neighborhood," Miz said. "And what if people don't know who you are?"

"How could they not?" Punk asked reasonably. "Come on, Jeff. Park by the office and we'll go get the room keys."

"Sure," Jeff muttered. "Why not?"

Miz sighed as the two of them left the SUV. Only he, JJ and Christian were awake. Orton snored against the window, Mark was drooling and whimpering, and Matt slept peacefully with Pixie curled up on his chest, purring and Betsy settled in his little cup, fins waving in the water. "This is nice," Miz said. "It's probably the last peace we'll get before tonight."

Christian squinted toward Matt. "I'm glad it's almost over."

"Me too," Miz agreed. "But it's going to be so weird not traveling in the SUV, packed in like sardines anymore."

JJ chuckled. "I'll remind you of that next time we're scheduled to ride together."

"So you're thinking of coming back to work?" Miz asked.

JJ shrugged. "If I can work out the name thing. I'd like to be able to call everyone by their real names again. Otherwise, I'm going to have to make up nicknames, and that's going to be a mess."

"I can keep on translating," Christian offered. "It's not like I'm going to have anything better to do, anyway. I can't fight like this, and even if I do get another pair of glasses, they're not going to help me in the ring."

JJ sighed. "I wouldn't ask that of you, Rey."

"I know," Christian said. "But the offer's there, if you need it."

"Thanks," JJ said. "What about you, Undertaker? Are you going back to the ring after all of this is over?"

"Yeah," Miz said. "Of course. I want what they stole from me, and I want to make things right. HHH and Vince have been duping the WWE Universe long enough with those robots of theirs. It's time we take back what's ours."

"That sounds nice," Punk said dryly, opening the passenger side door. "Meanwhile, would you idiots like to help me get everyone into their rooms?" He tossed Miz a key. "You're in with Orton."

"Of course I am," Miz said with a sigh.

"I don't know why you're complaining," Punk said. "I'm in with the little teapot. Besides, Orton listens to you."

"He's also likely to try and bite me in my sleep," Miz grumbled.

"Then I hope he's wrong about being poisonous and you don't die," Punk said. "But if you do, come see me and we'll fix it."

Miz glared at Punk. "Thanks," he muttered, causing the straightedge superstar to smirk and shrug.

"Rise and shine!" Punk yelled into the SUV, startling the sleeping passengers. "I need you up for room assignments!"