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Chapter Twenty: Six Days to Survivor Series

John Cena was a dead man walking. At least that's how he made it look. Mira was slightly more optimistic, trying to keep John's spirits high. After all, in a track record of Buried Alive matches, the Undertaker's record was...well, lackluster for lack of a better term. That was the beauty of it. Cena had nothing to worry about, no matter how wide eyed and pale he looked while walking around.

The Divas were starting to get curious about their relationship, and while John was fighting off his fears of the Undertaker in a Buried Alive match, Mira was fighting off rumors of the two of them being together in a way that they hadn't been yet. She didn't understand why it was any of their business, but Candice couldn't keep her mouth shut about things that she knew nothing about. That led to Mira's first match since SummerSlam against Candice in hopes to make her shut up. Cena didn't seem to notice, and Mira came to the realization that the last thing she needed was to be worrying about him at ringside, so she opted to leave him backstage.

As the match commenced, Mira made short work of Candice. After all, Kurt Angle's only female student knew things more than Candice would. About halfway through the match however, the lights went out. Candice ducked out of the ring, Mira could sense it. Mira backed herself into turnbuckle.

But it didn't feel like a turnbuckle, and when the lights came on, she turned to find herself face-to-face with the Undertaker. Backing away, he grabbed her by the hair and set her up for the last ride. She felt herself being lifted higher for that severe drop, but Undertaker suddenly went down in a heap, with John Cena catching Mira before she hit her head on the canvas. She stared up at him, but he just straightened her up and continued stomping on the Undertaker. The Undertaker bolted from the ring, him and Cena yelling things back and forth to one another. In six days, they were going to meet in a Buried Alive match, whether or not John Cena liked it or not, but whatever happened, Cena proved a point:

He would be ready for it.

"Thanks for giving me a hand out there."

"Oh, yeah, Mira, I was going to leave you to take the Last Ride." He scoffed.

"You ready for the match Sunday?"

"Yeah. I'm going to kick his ass," Cena replied. "This is ridiculous." Mira nodded in agreement.

"He needs it."

"I know he does," Cena agreed, pulling into Mira's hotel. She wasn't into staying the night with him just yet. Sure, they'd been seeing each other for a while, but that's not a place Mira thought she was ready to go to just yet. He seemed fine with that...considering his schedule was so full, she doubted that that was the last thing on his mind at that particular moment.

"I'll see you Sunday, John," she replied.

"I'll see you then," he agreed and leaned over to give her a kiss. She smiled, opened the passenger side and got out of the car. She gave him a small wave as he drove off into the night. She turned around and went into her hotel. Survivor Series in six days, and that's when everything was either going to work out or go down in flames.

And she didn't know which one was going to happen. She could only go back up to her hotel and pray that John would emerge victorious and end the madness that had been plaguing them for the last several months. Everything had been so complicated since that night Kurt left and she met Cena on a major basis.

It had gotten complicated when they got attracted to each other and she made a mess of things. When she had jumped into the apathetic arms of Dave Batista, when she had cost Cena and Randy Orton the championship. If there was anybody that was good at needlessly complicating things, it was Mira Barrera.

She only hoped that she wouldn't repeat the same mistake again on Sunday.