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

A/N: I can see the end of Mizard from here. We're not quite there yet, but it's coming up soon. JJ's Kofi will be revealed, and I hope that it will be as satisfying for you out there as it has been for me, writing it. Mizard started as an in-joke between myself, Darkest-Hearts and PowerPeguin (who are behind the creation of Teh D and Jack/HB, respectively). It's become something much bigger than that. Thank you all for the support and love that you've shown this story. May it come back to you a thousandfold.

The Mizard Of Odd

Chapter 84: Miz Learns a Lesson

Miz helped Punk carry Christian back up the hill. The rest of the group was waiting for them. "What happened?" HB asked Punk.

"I have no idea," Punk said. "One minute, Miz is miserable and the next, he's threatening to hitchhike to Finland. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen."

"The weirdest thing I've ever seen is a five legged frog," said Teh D. "Or did it have six? Jack, how many legs did that frog have?"

"The one you put in Ginger's trunk?" asked the spiky haired musician. Teh D nodded. "Six. It had its four original legs and the two plastic ones you taped on."

"I found it like that!" the petite rocker protested.

Annabelle rolled her eyes and turned back to Punk. "Christian looks like he may need to go to the hospital and have that leg set."

"No way am I dragging this group through the ER again," Miz said.

"No problem," said HB. "I know a guy who can come out and have a look at it. Just let me make a call."

Miz frowned. "He knows a guy who can set broken legs in a park?"

Annabelle chuckled. "Trust me, he knows a lot of people who can do a lot of things. You haven't even heard the half of it. You should hear his stories about who he'll call during the zombie apocalypse."

"You're joking, right?" asked Punk.

"Sadly, no. He knows a guy." The redhead flashed them a grin. "But enough about that. We should be in Dallas sometime tonight or early in the morning. Our gig's tomorrow night, and then we'll hit the plane and you guys can head up to Seattle when we land. Most of us will probably sleep, but someone has to take a watch on Teh D and Jack, to keep them from trying to throw Ginger off the plane again."

"So that wasn't a joke?" asked Christian.

"Hardly," said Annabelle. "I wish they'd stop picking on Ginger. It makes things tense."

"I can't imagine why," said Punk. "Just because they're apparently trying to kill her and all."

"She did bring some of it on herself," Annabelle said. "Though not near as much as Jack and Teh D give her."

HB rejoined them. "Good news. My friend Carver happened to be on his way to the hospital, and he said he could make a quick stop here."

"Carver?" asked Christian. "As in, carves people like turkeys?"

"No, of course not," said HB. "He's not a fan of turkeys. Anyway, it shouldn't take that long."

"To put a cast on in a park?" said Punk.

"Don't be silly. He's not going to put a cast on it. He's going to put a walking cast and splint on it, so that we can get to the show. Also, he'll probably drug you, Christian."

"Oh, of course," said Christian. "Sp long as he doesn't use any Pepsi, I should be fine."

"Hey!" Punk protested. "I'll have you know, Pepsi saves lives! It's a miracle drug, and it's not my fault if your stupid body refuses to be healed by it. In fact…" He paused, frowning. "Maybe it won't heal you because you're the Antichrist."

Christian blinked. "I am not the Antichrist!"

"Well, of course you'd say that," said Punk, "but really, how do we know that for sure? I don't like the idea of flying halfway across the country next to the Antichrist. It's unseemly."

Miz shook his head. "Don't you think if he was the Antichrist, we'd know?"

"Well, some people say that rock and roll is the devil's music, and he did call in Jypize4!," said Punk. He turned to Annabelle and HB. "No offense."

"None taken?" Annabelle said, frowning at him.

"They saved us from getting caught," Christian said. "That doesn't seem all that evil to me."

"Unless we were supposed to get caught! Ha ha!" Punk smirked.

"Um," said Miz, "if you're Jesus and he's the Antichrist, why were we supposed to get caught?"

"Well, because…" He paused. "Hm, you know, that's a good question. I think you just broke my brain, Miz."

"I'm pretty sure you can't blame Miz for that," said Christian. "It was definitely broken before he came to the hospital and rescued us."

"Not cool, Christian!" Punk said, glaring. "But you being the Antichrist does explain a lot, actually. Like why you hate Pepsi so much and why you're always so mean to me."

"I'm not mean to you," Christian said huffily. "You're the one who's constantly pouring Pepsi over me. Is it any wonder I hate it?"

"He's definitely the Antichrist," Punk announced to the others.

"I'm the Antichrist!" said Mark happily.

"No," said Punk, "that would be too easy. It's definitely Christian."

"That seems like an odd choice of a name for the Antichrist," said Annabelle.

"Well, he's perverse like that," said Punk.

"So wait," HB said. He frowned at the group. "If Christian's the Antichrist and you're Jesus, then I really DO know everyone, don't I?"

"I've been saying that for years," Annabelle said.

"Except I'm not the Antichrist," said Christian to one of the trees. "And he's not Jesus."

"I am so!" said Punk angrily. "And I'll prove it to you."

"Uh oh," Miz said. "That's never good."

Punk grabbed a spare can of Pepsi from the basket beside him and dumped the whole thing over Christian's head. "I bless you in the name of Dad!"

Christian shrieked. "It burns! It burns! Make it stop!"

"See?" Punk said smugly. "He's so the Antichrist."

"I'm not the Antichrist, you jerk! You got your stupid Pepsi in my eyes again! Someone hand me a towel." Miz wordlessly passed Christian a towel. "So help me, Punk, if my leg weren't broken, I'd beat the crap out of you."

"I'm sure that picnic basket you're threatening is terrified," Punk said, "but I'm not. I have Dad on my side."

With an angry growl, Christian launched himself at Miz and flailed angrily. "I will teach you a lesson!" he shrieked.

"Ow!" Miz protested. "If the lesson is not to sit next to you anymore, then I think I've got it."