A/N; Yori from ChaoxxYori, that's me, hence I wrote this, kay thx.

Miz Listens To Music
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Inspired by Twitter, and Bullet For My Valentine.
Genre: Humor
Pairing: None
Setting: Locker Room
Rating: K
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble-y

Disclaimer: Wrestling belong not to me!

"What the hell are you listening to?" Miz went slightly wide-eyed at the sound of the Viper, and turned around, pretending that he wasn't in the least worried.

"Bullet For My Valentine, educate yourself!"

"Turn that shit off," RKO demanded, before sulking to the nearest bench, scaring off fellow superstars.

Miz, feeling rather brave, kept it on, ignoring other pleas for him to stop singing along. Sure Zack Ryder got to sing, but the Miz? Never! He would admit, deep, deep down, that maybe screamo wasn't the best genre for his voice, but it wouldn't deter him from trying! Finally he turned to the other whiners, John Morrison, Cody Rhodes, and Ted Dibiase. They were covering their ears, acting as if they were dying from the noise. He glared at them before standing up and opening his mouth.

"No! I will not shut up, because I'm the Miz and—"

"And he's awesome," John said, rolling his eyes. The Miz nodded officially, waving his arm.

"See? Someone gets it!"

"I think he was being…" Ted waved Cody to be quiet, knowing that whatever he said wouldn't phase the Miz.

Miz sat back down, returning to enjoying his magnificent taste in music, better than anyone else's in the room, he glanced around slyly. He would educate them with high volumes of perfection, and of course his wonderful voice. A few moments later something smacked him in the back of the head, he spun around ticked off at whoever it was, right as he was about to demand they apologize he realized how far up he had to look up to meet their face. Talk big, but preserve yourself! Strategy was always good to have in this kind of situation.

"Turn it off."

"No! Bullet For My Valentine is awesome! Just like myself!"

"You have five seconds, before I break the CD."

"You wouldn't dare!" Miz glared; after all it was his money he spent on it!

He noticed quickly that the whole locker room had lined up behind the Big Show, staring him down right along with the giant. Granted, they had recently ended on bad terms but hey, they were still… Yeah, the look on his face chased off any hopes of surviving.

"I'd prefer to hear Jericho sing!" Cena piped up, oh very funny.

"Hey! Don't make me start!" Everyone in the locker room seemed to shout no at the same time. Miz grinned, quickly scooping up his stuff.

"Now to make my exit…" He maneuvered his way over to the door way. "Don't forget, I'm the Miz…"

Someone threw a boot; he narrowly danced out of the way and glared. Fine, they didn't deserve him anyway… At least he still had Bullet. Horrified he glanced up, no! John Morrison was picking something up from the bench Miz had been taking up. Not Bullet! He left it!

"Bullettttttttttttttttttttt!"