Summerslam goes the way Mike'd hoped. He finds it funny, sitting backstage and watching as Goldberg keeps coming back time and again, Ziggler talking him into spear after spear, struggling to a mic to beg for more three times until finally he can't move, the most blissful silence Mike's ever heard from the man in years. He smirks and rests his head against the wall, exhaling slowly. He's not sure if this'll be enough to keep Dolph's big mouth shut, but he thinks it's a step in the right direction. Need be, his match the next night will hopefully put the finishing touches on this chapter of his life and he can go back to focusing on AJ, Sara, and the baby on the way.

As he runs his finger over the screen of his phone, scrolling through a website, lost in thought, he looks up as Shawn joins him. "Well, Bill seems pretty pleased with how that went," he says and Mike offers him a smile. "So you good with how that went?"

"More than I can say," Mike says, putting his phone down and spinning it over to face Shawn. "What do you think of this?"

Shawn stares down at the screen, then whistles. "Impressive. Who's that for?"

Mike smirks. "I feel like it's time for a change. But first things first..." He allows the phone to go dark as he leans forward. "Any advice for my match against Ziggler tomorrow?"

Shawn chuckles, shaking his head. "You know him better than probably anyone else around here, Mike. Just go with your gut, and if you start to falter, just think about that wife of yours and your children. It'll help, trust me."

Mike mulls this over, then nods slowly. "Right. Yeah. Of course, that makes sense." He pushes his phone back over and brings it back to life, staring at the screen. "Maybe after tomorrow, I can focus on other stuff. I hope, anyway."

Shawn nods at him. "Hey, I hope so too, man. You and your family deserve better than this nonsense from Ziggler. And Shane McMahon."

Mike exhales. "I agree. But I sure learned my lesson about that whole never trust a McMahon thing."

"In a big way," Shawn agrees somberly. "Live and learn, right? But you were trying to do right by your family and make your dad proud of you, never forget that."

"I know. It doesn't do much for my self-confidence when it comes to judging people, but I... I know you're right, yeah." He sighs. "For now, all I can do is focus on defeating Ziggler tomorrow and getting him to back off completely."

"That'a boy," Shawn says, getting up and clapping him on the shoulder. "I'm gonna go watch the rest of the show with some of the boys. Come join if you wanna, whenever you're ready."

Mike nods, watching him go. "Thanks, Shawn," he mumbles.

The next day, he takes Shawn's advice, AJ and Sara's faces fresh in his mind as he takes Ziggler out and defeats him quickly, just to come back and lock in the figure four, listening to him scream and plead before releasing the hold with a rough push of his legs to get untangled from him. He hits the ramp and considers going back and grabbing him again, sneering into his face and digging in Ziggler's failure once more, but it feels as complete as anything can in this business and he shrugs, turning to head backstage.

Now with that behind him, hopefully permanently, he can start to focus fully on his family.