"Hey, you like cooking shows, right?" Mike asks, standing side by side with Morrison by the sink, the two of them working together on washing and rinsing the dishes from supper. Only fair since AJ and Taya had spent their afternoon shopping and baking the tortilla casserole that had fed the four of them and the kids.

John snorts and glances over at him. "What? Why?"

Mike laughs at the look on his face and shrugs. "Well, I filmed this Masterchef episode years ago and they're finally airing it this week. Jut thought maybe you'd want to give it a watch."

"Years ago?" John echoes, brows furrowed. "Was it delayed because of COVID?"

"Maybe," Mike shrugs. "I'm not sure. We filmed it back in 2019."

John squints, doing the math in his head. "So the kids are grown by now?"

Mike huffs out a laugh at this. "No! I mean... I don't' think so." He rolls his eyes. "They might be in high school though, I guess."

John scoffs. "Close enough, man."

"Hm. Well, I accidentally smacked a kid with a pan," Mike says, smirking when John looks over at him, startled. "Not on purpose, but you know. Unless they edit it out, it definitely happened."

"Well, hell," John says after a few moments of quiet washing. "They'll probably never bring you back on that show, huh?"

"Probably not, no."

"Damn," John laughs. "Well, I'll definitely get Taya to watch it with me. You know, that old excuse."

"Of course," Mike smirks. He finishes stacking up plates and cups before turning to lean against the counter while John continues rinsing and drying.

"So I guess with Miz and Mrs. coming back next week, you and Maryse are going to have go to back to pretending to be married, huh?"

"Yeah," Mike sighs, his focus drifting as he taps his fingers against his arm. "You know, it's stupid, the show's fun, I enjoy it. But sometimes... I feel like I'm getting too old for this. And I know Sara and George are getting old enough to properly register everything that's going on and question why we're doing what we're doing. And I know AJ has to be sick of it. I'm just not sure what to do."

"Worst thing that could happen if you guys fessed up?" John asks.

"WWE gets angry and sues us for fraud and whatever else they can think of," he sighs. "I mean, Maryse is in better financial standing now, but it's because of our lies. One wrong move and she could be back where she started, and now she has two kids to worry about, and Heath's fresh off a year of recovery from a pretty serious injury. So I can't do that to her."

John hums. "Well, there's one possibility," he says, shaking his hands dry and turning to stand side by side with Mike.

"Yeah," he mumbles. "What's that?"

"We both know how fickle television can be, especially now with everyone turning to streaming and cutting the code. One wrong shift in ratings and USA could decide to cancel your show before season 4 is even discussed."

Mike pauses, glancing over at him. "You know, that's damned brilliant," he says. "Is it wrong to hope that your own show gets canceled?"

John laughs, nudging him. "Not if it's to save your marriage," he says. "Hell, Lucha Underground getting canceled saved Taya and I. If not for that, I'm not sure where we'd be. Still possessed by whatever strange demons were lurking around that place."

Mike cringes. "Yeah, I do not miss those days."

"Me neither," John chuckles, dropping an arm around Mike's shoulders. "C'mon, man, let's go see what our wives have gotten up to while we made your kitchen spotless."

Mike nods, smirking as his best friend drags him away from the counters and back into the living room to spend the rest of the night laughing and watching bad TV over pints of ice cream with their wives.