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

A/N: Yay! We're FINALLY at the arena! And yes, I know they're at a Smackdown show and Miz and Cena are on Raw (as are pretty much everyone else in this cast). They're guest appearing! :D

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 71: Miz in the Arena (Part One)

They arrived at the arena after the crowd did. The parking lot was packed, as were the backstage area and the front of the house. A stagehand grabbed Miz as he walked by, glancing weirdly at the others for a moment, and said, "I needed to let you know that we're changing your promo. You come on after Cena instead of before."

"Fine," Miz said. "I'll go change now."

"Sure, yeah," said the man, backing off. "You know, it's weird, but I could have sworn you were already in your trunks when I saw you not ten minutes ago."

Miz shrugged. "I had to change."

"Why?"

"Accidents happen," Punk said, grabbing Miz and dragging him off, leaving a bug eyed stage hand in their wake.

"Did you have to say that?" Miz protested.

"Yes," Punk said. "Pay attention. Your clone is going on in a few minutes, and we need to get it together." He produced several walkies, like the ones that backstage crew used. "Set it to channel 9. They don't use that one, and we're going to need to communicate back here. Jeff, you and Matt…"

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said.

Punk rolled his eyes. "Fine. Whatever." He handed a walkie to Jeff. "Nero, you and Jeff are going to catering. Keep an eye on what's going on in there. You may look a little suspicious…"

"You think?" Jeff said. "I'm not even working here anymore."

"I know," Punk said, smirking. "You're welcome." Jeff glared daggers at him. "Anyway, sit at the table in the back corner. Keep an eye on the comings and goings for me. The room should clear like it usually does mid show. That's going to be the critical time. And keep an eye out for the doubles."

"How will we know them?" Miz asked.

"We need a code," Punk said.

"Chirp!" Mark said. "I'm a bird!"

"Well, it's not subtle," Punk sighed. "But chirp will do."

Jeff nodded and took his brother's arm. "Come on, M—er, Jeff. Let's go get some food."

"Yay! Cookies!"

Jeff gave the others a look, then walked away. Punk turned back to the group. "JJ, you and Christian are in the locker room. I'll need to know what's going on in there. JJ's the eyes and Christian, you're the one doing all the talking. Got it?"

"Sure," Christian said.

"Good. You guys keep an eye out for this Kofi. If he's here, he's bound to end up in the locker room eventually." They nodded and took off.

"What about us?" Miz asked.

"You're in charge of watching HHH," Punk said. "You and Orton are going to keep an eye on the office. If he comes out, you follow him. Don't let him get away." Punk paused. "Use force if you have to."

Orton perked up. "Biting?"

"If you have to," Punk repeated, handing Miz the walkie. "Mark and I will be keeping an eye on Vince. We're going to have to be careful. This could get messy."

"All right," Miz agreed.

"We'll meet back up once the show's over, unless JJ calls us sooner. I'll tell you where when I know."

Miz nodded. "Good luck."

"Thanks," Punk said, grinning. "You too."

^%^

"Can I bite him?" Orton asked in a whisper, for what seemed like the millionth time. They were in an empty room, across and two doors down from HHH's office.

"Not yet," Miz muttered. They had a good view, but so far, HHH hadn't left his office. He seemed to be on the phone yet again. "What is he doing?"

"Probably talking to his wife. He does that a lot." Orton wrinkled his nose. "So when can I bite him? Now?"

"No," Miz said, squinting through the crack in the door.

"This is boring," the Viper announced. "You said I could bite him. You and Punk both said!"

"We said if we needed you to."

Randy pouted. "That's not what you said. You told me I could bite HHH. I want to bite him!"

"Randy," Miz hissed, dismayed. "Keep your voice down." He turned away from the Viper and saw, to his dismay, that HHH was off the phone and staring toward the room they were hiding in. "Great." Miz keyed the walkie. "We may have been spotted," he said.

"Stay put," Punk advised.

Miz nodded, despite the fact that Punk couldn't see him. "Okay," he muttered.

A moment later, he breathed a sigh of relief as HHH once again turned to the phone and picked it up. "Not yet?" Randy asked, seeing the tension drain out of his companion.

"No," Miz said. "Not yet, but maybe soon."

"Miz?" Randy asked, a puzzled note in his voice.

Miz shook himself a little, frowning. Had he been daydreaming? "Hmm?"

"Where's HHH?"

Miz spun around and stared in horror at the open office door. Sure enough, HHH was nowhere to be found. "Damn it!" he cursed, grabbing for the walkie. "Guys," he said, into it. "Something went wrong."

Punk's voice came back immediately. "What happened?"

Miz bit his lip and thought about how to put it for a long moment before he said truthfully, "I must have dozed off or something. I just lost the Game."

A/N: Blame Darkest-Hearts!