Mike can't stand it. It iches under his skin, the memory of that moment when he had ahold of Shane's shirt, and it all dropped- and the man, his rival, the guy he hates more than anyone hit the mat, and... was declared the winner. "I'm such a failure," he mumbles to Morrison as they sit on the beach, watching the Memorial Day fesitivities begin early.

John rolls his eyes. "Most of us would like to be the kind of failure you are," he says, semi-seriously. "You have a beautiful wife, a great little girl, and another on the way. You've had a lengthier career in WWE than most, you have a successful reality show, and you stuck it to the McMahons when you destroyed the evidence they had on you. Things could be a lot worse."

"But I can't beat Shane," he insists. "A 50 year old guy! He attacked my father, he threatened my marriage and my children, and I still can't... Can't get the upperhand on him! It's so... weak..."

John rolls his eyes almost gently. "Mike, you're the least weak person I know. You've fought through concussions, you've been champion so many times it's kinda ridiculous by now. Yes, you're having some bad luck against Shane, but look at it this way- if not for the absolutely bizarre way he'd landed at Wrestlemania, and if not for his shirt coming off at Money in the Bank, we have no idea how those matches would've shook out. You probably would've won."

Mike shakes his head miserably. "I honestly don't know," he says. "I'd like to think so, but..."

John nudges him. "Listen, I know you wanted to win, and avenge all of the wrongs done against everyone, but you did something much more important. You took away Shane's power when you got your hands on that footage. Right? That's what's truly protecting your family, and Heath and Maryse's family. "

"I guess," he says, trying to accept John's words. "I mean, I know that was the best thing I could've done... I'm just so angry that he's got two wins against me, and by such cheap means. It's not fair."

"I know it's not." John briskly rubs his back. "Listen, I have to go run some errands with Taya. You go home, spend time with AJ and Sara. It'll help you get your head back on straight, alright? I'll talk to you later."

Mike smiles faintly and nods. "Alright. See you later, John. And hey, thanks. For everything."

"You're welcome." John quickly hugs him before taking his leave, Mike trudging back to his car to drive home.

When he arrives, AJ is snuggled up on the couch, Sara sleeping soundly against her, and Mike smiles at the visual. "My girls," he says fondly, and AJ looks up at him with a soft smile. He kneels down and lightly runs his fingers through Sara's hair. "I'm sorry."

AJ exhales. "You have nothing to apologize for," she tells him. "I know you're disappointed you didn't win, but I'm proud of you either way. You fought so hard for all of us, and you protected us, and that's the important thing." She kisses him soundly on the mouth and he smiles slightly.

"You know Heath and Maryse are having a second girl," he says softly and AJ nods. "It... it's up to you, but I think I want this one to be a surprise." He sprawls his fingers out over her stomach and AJ laces her fingers with his, smiling.

"I was thinking the same thing, it just didn't feel like the right time to say anything to you." He leans up and kisses her, eyes softening as she hums. "So we're gonna be surprised."

"Yes, we are," he murmurs, brushing his nose against hers. "I love you, sweetheart."

"And I love you, husband."