A/N: Don't kill me!

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 80: Miz Loses Control

Miz and the others watched the fight between Godzilla and the bull until both participants were tired enough to stop. Matt and Mark ended the fight lying side by side on the ground, staring up at the sky and trying to catch their breath. "I thought that was going to go on forever," HB said.

"It was epic," Miz said. "Way better than the fights they used to have at the hospital." He called out to the two of them, "If the bull and the lizard are done fighting now, maybe we can have a group meeting?"

Matt gave a disgruntled, "Grrr," from his spot on the ground while Mark said lazily, "I'm a fluffy cloud. Watch me float away."

"That would be a sight to see," Punk muttered. "Maybe I'll ask Dad for it for my birthday. That's Christmas, you know."

Teh D looked over from where she and Jack were plotting against Ginger. "I thought your birthday was October 26?"

"Well, yes. In a manner of speaking. That's when my earthly shell was born. But my real birthday is Christmas because it is."

"Oh," Teh D said. "I'll make a note of it." She pulled a little notebook marked "C.M. Punk #6" from her pocket and, sure enough, made a note in it. "Okay. We're good."

Punk nodded, as though it didn't disturb him. Miz ignored them and went to peer down at Matt and Mark. "It's time to get up."

"I am up," said Mark seriously. "Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky."

"I think that's a star," Jack said.

Mark shrugged. "I'm a cloud that blankets the stars when they're cold, so they'll make an exception for me."

"Whatever that means," Jack muttered to Teh D.

"Rrrrr," Matt said, glaring at the sky.

"Hey, Ma- er, Jeff? Godzilla?" Miz said, crouching down so he'd be closer to Matt's level. "Do you think you could change back now? We need to talk about this trip."

The rumbling growl from Matt became louder and Miz noticed that the other superstar was shooting him a slantways glance, much like an angry cat would shortly before attacking. "Miz, maybe you'd better..." Jeff began, but it was too late. Matt lashed out, catching Miz off-guard and sending him tumbling.

"Ow!" Miz said, holding the side of his head and wincing. "What was that for? I thought you guys were worn out from fighting!"

"Nope," said Mark, in a happily lazy voice. "When I realized I had no reason to fight because I was a cloud, Godzilla graciously let me float away." He smiled. "And I lived happily ever after in the sky forever. Amen."

"Amen," Punk said, although he sounded a little unsure about using the word.

Miz tried to climb to his feet, but as he did so, a bag fell from his pocket. Matt's eyes zeroed in on the bag and the latter stalked slowly toward the crumply brown paper, a low growl in his throat. "Hey," Miz said, reaching for the bag.

"Grawr!" Matt said, lunging to bite Miz's hand.

"What is he doing?" Miz asked Punk.

"I don't know, but maybe you'd better let the bag alone," the straightedge superstar advised.

"But Mizbert's in there," Miz protested, just as Matt let out a huge roar and pounced the bag. "Mizbert!" Miz shrieked, watching in horror as Matt stomped the bag completely flat, his eyes glinting with anger on Miz.

"Let him go," Punk said. "He's gone now."

Miz turned away, tears in his eyes. "Mizbert was a girl," he sniffled. "And she loved me. She was talking about getting married someday..."

"Dude," said Mark, sitting up suddenly. "It's a marshmallow. Chill out."

Miz turned to stare at Mark in disbelief. "What do you know? You're a cloud!"

"No, I'm a surfing grief counselor," Mark said, nodding. "So I like totally know a lot."

Punk watched as Miz glared at Mark, Matt glared at Miz, and Mark stared serenely at them all. Then he took his friend by the arm. "Come on," he said. "Maybe Christian has another Mizbert."

"It won't be the same," said Miz, sniffling. "It's not like Mizbert was a fish or something."

Matt's glare zeroed on Miz's back as he slowly peeled the bag open and pulled out the very squished Peeps. With another growl, he bit the head off of one of them. "That's just wrong," Mark said, shaking his head at Matt. "You, my friend, need anger management counseling. Luckily for you, I do that, too. So when did you start having these problems with marshmallows?"

HB said, "And they're all coming on the plane with us."

"Don't worry," Jeff reassured him, "they're not this crazy all the time. Just when you don't want them to be."

"Like trapped in the air at thirty thousand feet?" said HB, smirking.

"Sounds like fun to me," Teh D said. "Besides, it's that or Ginger may have to learn how to fly. And this time, we're hiding the parachutes."

"This time?" Jeff asked, raising his brows at Teh D.

HB shuddered. "Don't ask," he said. "I'm pretty sure you don't want to know. I was there, and I didn't want to know."

Jeff let his gaze fall on Miz and Punk, who were retreating back into the hotel. "Fair enough," he said.