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 72: Miz in the Arena (Part Two)

"What?" Punk's voice snapped through the walkie. "How could you lose the Game?"

"Guys!" Jeff said, the word almost a moan, "could you please quit saying that?"

"Saying what?" Miz asked.

"That you lost the game!"

"I did, though," Miz said. "Look, I know it's upsetting…"

"You have no idea," Jeff said. "I've been playing the damned game for three months without a loss. Now, after a couple days with you guys, I've lost the game!"

"No," Miz said, clearly puzzled, "I lost the Game."

"Can you two quit arguing over who lost the game?" Punk demanded.

"He wasn't supposed to watch him," Miz said. "We were."

"It's moot," Jeff said. "HHH just walked into catering and he's staring at us."

"Oh, crap," Miz said. "Don't move. Randy and I are on our way."

"Now I get to bite him?" Randy asked hopefully.

"Probably," Miz said. He started to run, glancing back once to be sure that Randy was following. He needn't have worried. The promise of biting someone was too great for the Viper to pass up. Already, he was licking his lips and chomping his teeth in practice.

They skidded to a halt in catering's doorway. Miz took in the scene. HHH was leaning over Jeff, a smirk on his face. "And I thought," he was saying, "that you made your position perfectly clear when you left, but suddenly, you're trespassing on company property."

Jeff shook his head. "No," he said. "I'm at a public arena that I've been to a million times, both with this company and without it. My being here has nothing to do with you, Hunter, so just walk away."

"Oh, I think it does," HHH said.

"Bite away, Randy," Miz said, just loud enough for the Viper to hear.

"Yay!" Randy screamed, launching himself at HHH.

"What the—" the Game managed to get out, before he was tackled by a flying Randy.

"Come on," Miz said to Jeff. "We have to get out of here, and fast, before he recovers from that. It won't take security long to get here."

HHH was already sputtering and screaming for help. "Yeah," Jeff said, grabbing Matt's hand. "Come on, Jeff."

"Randy," Miz said. "Give us a minute, and then you come running." He tossed his walkie down next to the Viper, who said something unintelligible around the chunk of HHH's arm that he was happily chewing on. The thumbs up he gave Miz showed that he got it, though. Miz grabbed Matt's other hand and the three of them took off out the door to catering at a run.

"Stop!" a security guard yelled, spotting them just as he came around the corner.

"Hell," Miz grumbled, as he was whipped the opposite direction by Matt and Jeff. The three of them pounded down the hallways, ducking into doors and taking strange corridors until they reached an out of the way bathroom on the second floor.

"We should be safe here," Jeff panted.

"Yeah," Miz agreed, leaning down to catch his breath.

Jeff smacked Miz. "What the hell was with you and making me lose the game, anyway?"

"What?" Miz asked, blinking. "You found the Game."

"No, not HHH. The game, man."

"What… are you talking about?"

Jeff sighed and slid down the wall, his eyes closing as he tried to regulate his breathing and gather his thoughts. "We are now playing the game. The rules are simple. If you think about the game, you lose."

"So I can't think about HHH…?" Miz said, brow furrowed. "Why would I think about him, anyway?"

"No," Jeff said, exasperated. "You know what? Nevermind." He blew out a breath. "You should see if Randy got away."

"Right." Miz took the radio from Jeff and hit the button. "Randy?"

There was static. Punk answered. "Randy isn't with you?"

"No," Miz said. "He was biting HHH. Jeff, Matt and I got away."

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said. "And I want a cookie!"

"In a little bit," said Jeff tiredly. "For now, let Miz and Punk speak."

"We're not going to be able to announce anything on the walkies," said Punk. "If they got Orton, then we have to assume they have the walkie."

"Yeah," Miz said. "I gave him mine."

Punk was silent for a long moment. Then, "JJ, are you guys still in position?"

"Yeah," Christian's voice came back.

"Did you see him?"

"No," Christian said. "We've seen a lot of superstars, but not the one we want."

"Okay," Punk sighed. "Time to abort the mission and regroup with Carol."

"Good idea," Miz said. "We'll be there as soon as we can."

"Right," Punk began.

"I'm Carol!" said Mark in the background. "Yay!"

Punk grumbled. "I guess Randy's on his own for now."

"We'll fix it," Miz said.

"Randy's gone?" Matt asked, his lip trembling suddenly. "He's not coming back tonight?"

"We're going to get him back, Jeff," Miz promised.

"He's my bestest friend," Matt said.

Miz pursed his lips and looked thoughtfully at Jeff. "Matthew's, too."

Jeff stared at Miz, disbelief written on his face. "Oh no. Whatever you're thinking, Miz, you are not dragging my brother into it like that. Forget it."

"He may be the only one who can help Orton."

"We don't even know for sure that Orton's being held," Jeff said. "For all we know, he's back at Carol, waiting for the rest of us."

"What if he isn't?"

"Then," Jeff sighed, "I guess we're going to have to figure something else out. But you can't put Matt in the middle of it. He's unstable."

"I'm Jeff!" Matt said.

"Aren't we all?" Miz muttered, and it was unclear to Jeff which brother that was meant to be an answer to. Either way, he didn't like it.