His trip down the slippery slope that is AJ's drama only continues that Wednesday when he faces Dolph Ziggler. Their war of words rapidly becomes a war of fists as their match begins rough and desperate, Mike just doing anything he can to not dwell on the look in AJ's eyes after Dolph had tackled Cena through a bathroom stall on Monday. No matter what he does, the Show Off somehow just keeps coming back for more and more... and finally Miz is dazed enough that he can't piece together the strength to kick out one more time. Yes, he had put on a hell of a match, but no, it wasn't enough in the end.
He's slumped in the back afterwards, trying to piece things back together when his phone lights up in his hand. He almost doesn't have the energy just to lift that up and see who's saying what now, but he somehow does, figuring at least the distraction from how horrible this week is going would be welcome. He stares at the words on the screen and shakes his head, trying to wrap his mind around the tweet from Morrison. "You have got to be kidding me."
John, in a play. He's not sure whether to laugh or go hide at the prospects. I wonder if I'd be in town to see that, he thinks with a smirk. Once the hilarity of that moment passes, he has no true choice but to return to his empty, quiet hotel room and watch as The Soup's WWE special airs. He'd watched most of it while it was filming but it's always different to watch it afterwards, see how all of the editing had pieced it together.
His hectic week is far from over, however. After a hurried Thanksgiving with his family, he ends up back at Smackdown for another edition of Miz TV, on which Cena is the guest, lucky him. Mike is as unimpressed as can be, having to be this close to the cause of his discord with AJ currently. So, he does what he does best to get through the segment. He's obnoxious. He uses the stupidest voices possible when describing the situation, he makes faces, he stands in odd positions. Anything to prove his utter disdain for the idiocity that's been forced upon his show.
It only gets worse when AJ interrupts, followed by Dolph, Miz barely able to get a word in edgewise. All he can do is stand back and watch, his mouth going dry as Dolph's rambling rant fades into something about how if Miz was Cena, he'd have feelings for AJ too- of hate. All he can focus on is the words had feelings for AJ, his hands gripping tightly to his microphone as he waits for an opportunity to say something, try to get his show back under control.
Finally the verbal deluge comes to an end when Cena of all people gets off a pretty non-PG insult towards Dolph, effectively shutting him up... and yeah, it impresses Miz that the boyscout would go that far instead of his usual dilligence towards watching his mouth around the children that idolizes him and hangs on his every word. So much so that he actually finds himself shaking the other man's hand, though he really just wants to go wash every inch of his skin afterwards especially when Cena and AJ leave together.
Thankfully that's all he has to do that evening and, after sending a few tweets, he begins the trip to the airport. He's heading off to visit troops with Layla, Eve, R-Truth and Vince McMahon himself, and all he can think is At least I'll get a few days away from the insanity that the WWE's become recently.