If Ricardo says so himself, Three Legacies Wrestling looks impressive for something that's only been open for such a short period of time. And the wrestlers training within its walls all look enthused, impassioned about this wild world they've all fallen in love with one way or another. That chilly Monday afternoon, he stands in front of the building, looking over at Mike to gauge his reaction. He doesn't know what to think about the look on Mike's face until he reaches up and takes off his glasses, revealing curious blue eyes.

"This is what you've been working on the last few years, huh?" he asks, wrapping an arm around Ricardo's shoulders, smirking. "I'm impressed, man. It looks pretty great."

"Gracias," Ricardo says with an almost bashful grin. "It's been a lot of work, but I'm really proud of it."

"And it's gotten you MLW's attention, huh?" Mike asks, nudging him. Ricardo ducks his head and Mike chuckles. "I'm glad things are going so well for you, if anyone deserves it after everything you've been through, it's you."

Ricardo swallows and nods. "Yes, I can't even recognize my life. Everything's taken a sharp 180 turn since that health scare I had a few years back. It definitely was an eyeopener."

Mike squeezes his shoulder. "I'm happy for you, man. I think that scared all of us."

Ricardo nods, leaning into Mike's warmth for a minute before motioning to the school. "Wanna go inside, look around? I know you don't have a lot of time before Raw tonight, but we can take a quick tour before you have to go. Maybe you can come back tomorrow before Halloween kicks in, we have a couple of training sessions early."

"Yeah," Mike agrees. "I'd like that, let's go."

It's bizarre, in a way, to be leading Mike through the building, showing him the areas where they train, where the students wrestle, where they hold some of their shows. Ricardo feels like he's looking in at his own life, the past and present fighting for dominance in his mind. Mike was such a pivotal point of his recovery after everything Alberto and Paige did to him, he doesn't think he would've made it this far without his steady presence. "Hey, Mike?"

"Yeah, Ricardo?" Mike turns to look at him, quirking an eyebrow when Ricardo shuffles around, looking a little uncomfortable. "You alright?"

"Yes, yeah, sorry," he says, rubbing his face uncomfortably. "I just, uh. I wanted to say thank you. This all probably wouldn't have been possible without your help all of those years ago." He searches Mike's face before looking away. "I was a mess after that, and you helped me find my footing. And again after Paige. So I just... you know, I owe you a lot. Thank you."

Mike shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for that, I was happy to help you. And I'm glad everything's worked out as well as it has for you. You're a good guy, Ricardo, and you deserve all of this."

Ricardo smiles, a little, then shrugs. "You deserve better too, Mike," he says, a subtle reference to what's been going on on Raw the last few weeks.

"Yeah, well." Mike exhales, shrugs. "I agree, but I'm not throwing in the towel yet. I'll figure something out."

Ricardo nods, squinting up at the cloudy sky overhead before turning back to look at him. "Good, I'm glad. They don't know what they'd be missing out on otherwise."

Mike chuckles, clapping a hand on Ricardo's shoulder. "What do you think? Should we head back home? The kids are probably driving Alicia, Sofia and AJ up the wall with their different costume suggestions."

Ricardo laughs. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go." He takes one glance back at the school as they walk side by side back to the parking lot, exhaling slowly.

Life is good.