Mike rolls his eyes. Shinsuke is officially now too busy focusing on Money in the Bank to care about Mike's suggestions or challenges, and so he's left in the wind once more. Though he has options- all of which could be interesting, but leave little to his imagination. Until WWE socials begin to shill his inviting Cody Rhodes onto his show, which finds him here. Cornered by Dominik Mysterio and Rhea Ripley, both with creepy grins on their faces.
"What, uh. What can I do for you?" he asks, trying to appear calm, collected. Unruffled by the fixated stare Rhea is giving him and the equally manic looking grin on Dominik's face.
"Well," Dominik says, staring at him curiously. "I saw that you're having Cody Rhodes on your show tonight."
"That's right, I am," Mike says, glancing from Rhea to Dominik uncertainly. "What about it?"
"Invite me onto the show too," Dom says, squaring his shoulders and watching Mike intensely. "I want to have a little... chat with Cody."
Mike hums about it for a moment. "Ok," he says slowly. "I can do that. Any hints what you're coming out for, so I can lead in any one direction before introducing you, or?"
"That's for us to know and you to find out," Rhea informs him coldly.
"Alright, alright," Mike says, quickly lifting his hands in supplication. "I can make this work, no problem."
"See that you do," she tells him warningly before turning and taking Dominik's outstretched hand, the two of them walking side by side out of sight without a glance back at him.
Mike huffs, wondering exactly what he'd gotten himself into.
t's not until later, when he's laying on the mat, Cody Rhodes sneering over his prone body after attacking him, that Mike knows the exact answer to that question.