"So," Mike says slowly. "Connecticut."

"Pass," Maryse says immediately, Heath pouting at her words. "Sorry, Heath, I'm just... not up for dealing with the cold and snow." She cups his face and kisses him lazily. "I promise, we will spend plenty of time together Wrestlemania week. Besides, Mike and I have plans." She spits it out, sounding almost venomous, and Heath looks even more put out.

"What kinda plans?" he asks, as if scared to find out what she could possibly mean.

"We have filming to do," Mike says, adjusting a tripod holding a professional looking camera. "Are you ready, Maryse?" Picking up a bag, she nods enthusiastically before escaping into the bathroom and shutting the door firmly behind her.

"What's she doin'?" Heath wonders, getting comfortable on the couch. He's been with Maryse for long enough to know that once she goes behind a door with a huge bag of makeup, it's going to be awhile.

Mike smirks at him. "You'll see."

AJ wanders around, offering Heath water and eyeing Mike as he prepares his part of the video, and they all freeze when Maryse makes her way out. She's dressed in Nikki's clothes, her chest pressed up and out, a black wig covering her head, and makeup done much darker and thicker than usual. Mike idly reaches over and pushes Heath's mouth back up after a few moments, Maryse giggling with an eyeroll. "So what do you all think?"

"Nikki Bella, who invited you to my house?" AJ jests, eyeing her. "So, this is the plan, huh? Does this mean... you're going to dress as John now?" she asks Mike, crickling her nose. "Ew, I think I should leave for that. Bad memories and all." She arches up and kisses him quickly. "Call me when you're done, I'll be with our daughter."

"Alright, have fun." He light kisses her, watching her leave before slipping into the bathroom. Within five minutes, he's out, wearing a Cena shirt, hat, and the hideous jorts. Heath laughs into the couch cushion, staring at him, and Mike sneers. "I'll take that as a good sign," he says.

Filming goes quickly, with only a lengthy break when Maryse has to go wash Nikki off and re-dress as Brie for the twin gag. Mike's parts are already filmed so he sits back and watches with Heath as she acts it out, her accent peeking through enough to make it seem even more silly. "Done!" Mike calls out as soon as the last line is uttered, shutting the camera off. "Now I'll send this to my friends in the crew, they'll splice it together, and we'll have it airing on Smackdown tonight."

"Yay!" Maryse exclaims, running for the bathroom for the third time in the last couple of hours. "I can finally wash this Bella mess off of me for good!"

"Maybe we can burn these clothes," Mike says, kicking at the piles of Cena and Bella gear nearby.

"Well, now that that's done, it's my cue to go, my flight's soon." Heath claps Mike on the back on his way out, ducking into the bathroom to tell Maryse bye, smearing her lipstick and making her laugh as she swats at him. "See ya tomorrow," he mumbles, tugging the wig off and running his fingers through her hair, beaming at her as he leaves.

Even with AJ hiding her face whenever Mike's on the TV dressed like Cena, covering her ears and valiantly ignoring everything going on around her, Mike and Maryse have a blast watching the finished product, not even annoyed when they're one-upped by Breezy Bella later that night. "Oh my God!" Maryse cackles. "James Ellsworth and Carmella did better than those two!"

AJ shakes her head. "What is even happening tonight?"

"I don't know, but it's awesome," Mike says, smirk growing as she rolls her eyes at him.

When Heath and Rhyno get out of the car ten minutes before Smackdown ends, Maryse lets out a sharp laugh. "He texted me awhile ago that Shane was trying to fake out AJ," she explains at Mike and AJ's confused glance. "So they took his car and drove round, and now here we are."

They all watch to the end, witnessing Shane suicide leaping into the air and crashing an elbow through Styles sprawled on the announcer's desk, cringing. "How is he going to outdo that at Wrestlemania?" Mike mumbles, almost afraid to find out.