A thirty-year-old average woman, an average country town, with an average life. That was exactly how Mia Wilson felt. Average.
Mia had lifelong dreams that seemed far out of reach for this small-town girl. Her whole life she wanted more; something miraculous. Mia desperately dreamed of getting out of her mundane town and doing something utterly amazing. Since she was a child, she dreamed fame would come her way, but it just never worked out for her. Unfortunately, she took a life detour by becoming a makeup artist and stylist to make ends meet. A life that quickly seemed more and more lack-luster as the days passed.
Being a stylist had become almost like settling for vanilla ice cream when what you really craved was a banana split with whipped cream and sprinkles. Okay, in a pinch, but just not near as exciting.
Mia loved the show International Wrestling Xtreme aka IWX and was obsessed with Cyrus Evans. The glorious man, only six years her senior, made her heart swoon. His facial scars made him sexy, even a little dangerous. Since she first saw his face on live TV, years ago, she was star struck. His scar reminded her of an angel wing, and to her, he was just that. An angel in leather and tattoos. Even before his big makeover, Mia found him to be attractive. Even when others didn’t seem to agree.
Sadly, she hadn’t seen him wrestle for some time now. He was the corporate force behind making IWX star’s life miserable with his new on-screen IWX general manager position. On stage, he still had the image of a powerhouse wrestler with a rock-hard body that drove her wild.
Mia typed away on her laptop, trying to get her studies finished before the IWX show was to come on later that night. She kept checking the clock to make sure she didn’t miss even a second of the show.
“Dang it. I have to hurry; Cyrus’ manager promos are usually at the start of the show.”
Mia was taking communications classes online and hoped the extra PR degree would one day land her a job in television. At least she could still work backstage and be part of the excitement of the industry she loved, even though she ultimately wanted to see her name in lights.
After finishing her last homework assignment, Mia settled in to relax with her favorite show and a bowl of popcorn. In her little studio apartment, Mia sat in her unicorn tank top and matching sleep pants, giddy to see Cyrus.
As Cyrus bantered back and forth with some in-ring talent, with whom he was currently in a storyline, Mia lost track of what they were saying and just focused on her dream guy. He differed from any man she had ever dated. He was known as being a little intimidating, but it was clear he had a kind side too. Most guys she dated in the past were pushovers. Cyrus seemed cool and collected with a sense of control.
Mia knew he was divorced, and the news made her shiver with the thought of him as a single man. Mia couldn’t take her eyes off him as he strutted across the screen. His body was like Michelangelo’s statue, David. More fit than she had ever remembered him being. People used to see him as the less attractive of the Doom brothers, but not Mia.
Her face went flush, looking at his amazing arms and broad shoulders. Cyrus’ tight round backside flexed under his dress slacks as he walked, making her squirm in her seat. The man was a sight to behold, and since his makeover, many women had seized interest in him.
Later that night, Cyrus made his way to the ring to interfere in a match helping his brother win against Slade Logan. Mia shivered with excitement, seeing Cyrus making physical contact in the ring for the first time in a long while. She quickly got her laptop straight to Twitter. The feed was full of other fans gabbing on about a suspected Doom return and how they hoped the brothers would reunite. There was chatter about even bringing their sister Holly in the mix.
Mia went to Cyrus’s profile and tagged him to a post on his Twitter page. She had never had the courage to comment or message him before. It was too nerve-wracking to think about, but tonight she was too excited to be stopped by irrational fears.
Mia wrote on Cyrus’s wall, shaking with nervous tension.
Miss Mia: Best day ever! I hope to see you both in action in person in Indianapolis. @Cyrus_IWX #dreamguy #sexiestmanever #yournumberonefan
Mia went back to looking over comments of other fans, smiling as she scrolled down the newsfeed. Eventually, she got tired and realized it was late. Turning off the television, while heading to bed with a yawn, she knew Cyrus would give her some nice dreams tonight. Just as he had many times before.
A few hours later, she awoke from sleep feeling her throat dry from the fan blowing on her all night. She stretched her limbs and sat up, trying to wet her tongue from the painful cottonmouth.
“I need to get some sleep. I have work in the morning and knew I should have gone to bed early.”
She pulled herself from the bed wearily shuffling her feet as she went to get a drink of water. Barely opening her eyes and scratching her back, she made her way to the refrigerator. Surprisingly, she made it without stubbing a toe on anything in the darkroom.
Knowing she wouldn’t get back to sleep soon, she crawled back in bed, grabbing her phone from the nightstand. She checked her messages, still excited over the short Doom Brother reunion on the show earlier. Fans were itching to see the duo back together and causing havoc to the IWX roster. Even though it was just for the night, her Twitter feed was still buzzing with the news. Seeing a notification, she clicked on it.
@CRYUS_IWX: I would love to see you at a show. Hit me up, sexy mama. Sexiest man ever, huh? Nice. (wink emoji)
She giggled, “Yeah, right. This is fake.” She clicked on the comment and went to the sender’s page to see who was messing with her.
“HOLY CRAP! That’s him! The real him! He commented on my comment!” Mia leaped on the bed, jumping up and down.
She fell back onto the bed like a silly teenager giggling with joy. Mia read over the comment for what seemed like hours.
“The girls at work will never believe this.”
Eventually, she fell back to sleep dreaming hot steamy fantasies of her wrestling dream guy.