Object Of My Affection (Sequel To Lying)

"You wrestle Major Gunns tonight" Russo told me.

I shook my head no, my eyes wide. Dear god, not Tylene. I can’t get in the ring against Tylene.

I open my mouth to tell Russo no, but he refuses to listen. He walks away leaving me with my thoughts.

I lean up against the wall and sigh.

Tylene, how in the world am I going to get in the ring against her and be able to act like everything is fine.

I realized the other night that I could no longer go on denying that I am physically attracted to Tylene, at least to myself anyway. No one has a clue though. Not even Chris, and certainly not Tylene herself.

Five minutes to match time. Great. Five minutes till I face the object of my desire.

I need a drink, a strong one.

God my head is killing me, I think too much. Chris tells me that all the time.

I see Chris, he is coming out of his dressing room and walking towards me. He kisses me on the cheek.

"Nervous about your match against Major Gunns?"

I sigh and don’t answer him. Not the match itself. God knows I know how to take bumps and execute wrestling holds and maneuvers. Nervous about being in the ring against Tylene, yes. If it was Vanessa or Sharmell, I wouldn’t be shaken. But Tylene. I take a swig of my Pepsi One and sigh.

Doug Dillenger tells me it’s time to get out there. I let out a sigh and hand Chris my Pepsi One.

I head to the ring. The crowd is popping huge, but I can hardly hear them. All I hear are the voices in my head. Voices telling me to leave the ring and the arena itself before I make a fool out of myself in front of everyone.

I climb in the ring and block out the crowd. It’s all I can do. The MIA theme blares through the arena. I grit my teeth and close my eyes. Oh god help me.

"Don’t panic, stay calm. The match can’t last long" I tell myself.

Tylene climbs in the ring with that body of hers. I can smell her perfume from across the ring. She flashes the crowd her 1000 watt smile, and I take a deep breath. She begins to rip her BOMBS AWAY tank top off her body, revealing her perfect breasts covered in a camaflouge bra. I grit my teeth.

The bell rings. Tylene comes towards me. She pushes me to get the match started. But I don’t do anything. I can’t move. I’m frozen. My only thought is to grab Tylene and kiss her hard on her perfect mouth, shoving my tongue down her throat. I can’t do this. I can’t wrestle this match. The crowd is chanting "boring". Tony are Mark are looking at me. The ref and Tylene are looking at me. Everyone is looking at me.

"Do something! Move! Anything!" I think to myself.

I lay on the mat. Let her pin me. God let her pin and get this match over with. Tylene throws her hands up in the air and her warm body is on top of me. I stop breathing for a minute. I want to run my hands through her long silky blond hair. The bell rings. Tylene gets off of me. She stands up and the ref raises her hand. I roll out of the ring and head to the back.

I go to my dressing room. Russo barges in and starts yelling at me. I can’t hear what he is saying. I pack my bags. I must leave the arena. Now, before have a chance to run into Tylene.

Chris hands me my Pepsi One back. He has a concerned look on his face. Poor Chris. If he only knew.

I grab my stuff and heads towards the back doors of the arena. Hoping to escape. Hoping to get away. Away from everyone.

Especially Tylene, the object of my affection.

THE END.