Post by TheFrosts on May 14, 2017 2:16:07 GMT -5
Eliza: Well, it's now or never...
The junior Frost sibling takes a deep breath, her hands on her shapely hips as she stands in the driveway while her ride drives off, leaving her before the Showtime mansion. She's feeling a bit nervous, butterflies in her belly, but she steels her nerves as she picks her bag up and walks to the door, ringing the doorbell. After what seems like an eternity the door opens and Michael Showtime stands there, looking a bit confused and bewildered at Eliza standing there as he kinda shrugs and says.
Showtime: Uhhh...can I help you...?
Eliza places a hand on Showtime's chest as she steps in closer, making him open the door more as he steps back and she stays right on him.
Eliza: Oh, I'm certain you can.
Showtime kinda rolls his eyes a bit as the curvy brunette walks into the mansion backing Michael up a bit as she has her hand firmly placed on his chest as she kicks the door shut behind her.
Showtime: Eliza, I'm sure you want to get at Bobbi after she beat you last night at the pay per view, but she's not home yet. In fact...
Showtime glances over at the clock on the wall.
Showtime: Her flight probably just landed.
Eliza: Oh I'm not here for her. I'm sure I'll eventually get another chance in the ring, but in the mean time I have... other reasons for being here.
She licks her luscious lips a bit as she sets her bag down, sliding her hand up over his toned chest and along his broad shoulder. Showtime raises an eyebrow and the extremely flirty brunette as he gently grabs her wrist and takes her hand off of him.
Showtime: Well if you have other reasons for being here, we can TALK about them and discuss things in the den. If you don't wish to do that, you can go right back through the door you just came in and head on home.
Showtime stands strong at Eliza's first attempt at him, perhaps she came on too strong too quickly...this night isn't going to be easy. But luckily for Eliza, she expected that and is in no way deterred. Eliza doesn't let her smile falter though, playing it off like she isn't one bit phased by his resistance to her charms. She knows she has all the time she needs to enact her plan.
Eliza: Why certainly, do lead the way.
Showtime: Hmm...
Showtime is kind of caught off guard by her response, not expecting that as he motions towards to the entrance to the den to allow her to walk in first. She walks past him, sliding a hand over his arm as she does, her shapely hips swaying from side to side with each step.
Eliza: We have much to... discuss.
Showtime: Uh huh...
Showtime says with clear disbelief in his voice, he's not sure what Eliza's gameplan is...but he's sure she's up to something. Never the less, his eyes can't help but wander a bit down at the curvy brunettes ass as she walks into the Den towards the couch. Eliza walks around the couch, then plops her round butt down onto it, patting the spot next to her to beckon him to join her.
Eliza: Don't be shy, I don't bite. Much.
She winks at him playfully.
Showtime: You're being awful nice to the husband of the wife who just kicked your ass last night...
Showtime says testing her demeanor and overall attitude as he approaches the couch, which will allow him to know if its actually safe to sit down on the couch or not. She shrugs her shoulders a bit.
Eliza: Well, I suppose even I can't expect to win EVERY match, though I AM working on it.
Showtime: Yeah...okay...
Showtime says as he seems to gauge her attitude as laid back and calm, so he chooses to sit down on the couch where she is, there's a couch cushion between them but they are relatively close to each other. Michael just cuts to the chase.
Showtime: So, you said you aren't here for my wife...so that means you're here to talk to me. Why?
Eliza: Well, why WOULDN'T I want to talk to THE Michael Showtime. I don't suppose you have any idea just how long I've been a fan.
She scoots ever so slightly closer, sliding her butt on the sofa. Showtime kinda laughs, unsure if he believes her or not. But he entertains the idea none the less.
Showtime: Pretty sure I have no idea. So why don't you tell me?
Michael says pretty much questioning the young brunettes fandom.
Eliza: 1999, your first title win. I'd say that was the point you won me over. Of course I'd already seen how kick-ass you were, but seeing you step up and grab the title from Grave Digger solidified in my mind that you were the real deal.
Eliza stares into Michael's eyes as her hand slides over to touch his. Showtime's eyebrows go high, not expecting that answer.
Showtime: Well color me impressed, you would have had to have been a kiddo when you saw that....
Showtime eyes lock on with Eliza's and her deep gaze with her emerald green eyes, both the statement and her stare kinda catch him off guard. She briefly looks down as a little blush rises to her cheeks before she raises her gaze again to meet his.
Eliza: Truth be told, I had NO business even seeing the match, mom would've been furious, but big sis had my back and let me watch it in her room.
Showtime: Why does that not surprise me...
Showtime shakes his head a bit with a chuckle, Eliza looking down to blush took Michael out of her entrancing like stare.
Showtime: Well in all seriousness, thanks for being a fan. That's cool. I'm glad I might have had a small part in you wanting to get into this business and do all this for a living.
Eliza lets out a little giggle as she slowly slides a hand along his strong arm.
Eliza: Oh I'd say it was more than a small part. I don't want to gush TOO much, but I DID have your poster on my wall right over my bed.
Showtime: Heh...
Showtime says obviously flattered, he feels her warm soft hand slide up his arm and although he knows he should brush it away, he allows it.
Showtime: Well I'm sure you have plenty of fans with your poster on their wall right now as well, so it all comes full circle.
Eliza smiles at him warmly, then glances over the sofa's backrest towards the front door expectantly.
Eliza: Being such a big fan and all, I DO hope I can bury the hatchet with Bobbi. Truth be told, fangirling was only half the reason I'm here.
Showtime: Ahhh I get it...
Showtime says with a nod, thinking he has the curvy brunette figured out now which allows him to let his guard down a bit.
Showtime: So you were hoping Bobbi was here when you arrived. I totally understand, you and your sister have caused her a tremendous amount of stress these last few months. I'm glad you're looking to bury the hatchet with her. She doesn't even know why you hate her, since she didn't even know you existed until you showed up in GZWA. Dominique never really talked about her family back in the days of Ring of Beauty....
Showtime says with a slight look of fondness on his face, remembering the days of running his old women's promotion. Her hand rubs his shoulder a bit as she nods.
Eliza: Well, I was very aware of big sis' heat with her even back then and when we came to GZWA she definitely didn't seem over it yet, so I followed her lead. After our match she apologized to me for what a mess an old beef caused, that it's not where she'd meant to help guide my career. So I wanted to make sure Bobbi would know as soon as possible that we are okay.
Showtime: Hey, I can respect that. I think it's cool of you to come over here and want to say it to her face to face instead of social media or something which everyone seems to rather do these days.
Showtime rolls his eyes a bit, as he just doesn't understand the whole social media platform business as it wasn't relevant during his prime.
Showtime: Hey would you like a drink or something? I can go grab you something from the kitchen while you wait.
Eliza smilingly gives a thumb up.
Eliza: Sounds great, a drink would be lovely. And yeah, just didn't feel right to do it on Twitter or something, maybe like after we've sorted things out between us we can do something to make it public, but it just didn't sit right to not actually talk in person. 140 characters or less just doesn't feel like enough to cover it, you know?
Showtime: Yea, I totally get it...
Showtime says standing up, as he walks towards the kitchen.
Showtime: What would you like?
He says with his back to the curvy brunette as she sits on the couch watching him like a hawk. Eliza turns around and rises to her knees on the couch as she leans against the backrest.
Eliza: A soda could be nice, anything cool and sweet.
Showtime: Pepsi it is then...
Showtime says disappearing into the kitchen for a bit before coming back out with two cans of soda. He hands Eliza one as he sits back down on the couch with his own.
Showtime: So yea, I would expect her to be here in an hour or two...but pre-warning, I don't know how thrilled she will be to see you right when she walks in the door...so you need to keep your guard up and I'll try to explain why you're here so she doesn't try to attack you or something. She has really been on edge lately, I've been worried about it, so I'm glad to see you here to try and fix things.
Eliza pops the can open and takes a big sip, then licks her lips.
Eliza: Yeah, I think it might've gone smoother if she'd been here when I arrived, but I'm sure we can talk things over like adults. Mmmm, haven't had a
Pepsi in a while. My sister always gets us Coca-Cola.
She leans a bit closer in a not so quiet whisper.
Eliza: Don't tell her, but I kinda prefer this stuff.
She shakes the can a bit in her hand and giggles. Showtime laughs.
Showtime: No worries, your secret is safe with me.
Eliza giggles and winks at him.
Eliza: It's most appreciated. I don't want to get in trouble, after all.
Showtime: Of course not. I totally get it, the last thing I want to do is cause an argument between you and your sister over soda preference. That would just be silly.
She nods in agreement as she goes to take another sip, but it seems the nod was badly timed as the soda spills out of the can before her lips are in place and the sugary drink spills all over her as she lets out a shriek. Showtime jumps up startled from Eliza's sudden shriek as he sees the soda all over her.
Showtime: Oh shit, hold on...just stand up off the couch. Let me go get you a towel...hold on!
Showtime says not only worried about her but his couch as well as he rushes out of the den to get the brunette a towel. Eliza looks down at her soiled clothes seemingly in shock until Showtime exits the room and a grin spreads to her lips as she grabs the hem of her shirt. By the time Showtime returns to the den with the towel Eliza is standing there in her bra and panties, her wet clothes on the floor next to her as he just kinda stands there a bit stunned, not expecting to walk back into this.
Eliza: Gah, I was TOTALLY soaked, had to get those icky wet things off.
She nudges the pile of clothes with her foot a bit.
Showtime: Sorry about that...
Showtime says not really knowing how to respond as he walks over to the brunette who's curvy figure is now on FULL display as he hands her the towel.
Showtime: I guess the soda was a bad idea, I apologize.
Eliza: Well I'm the one who asked for it AND the one to spill it, so don't apologize.
She starts toweling off her stunningly shapely body, taking her time at it as she tries not to grin, noticing he can't help staring. Showtime however does his best not to stare as he just glances casually around the room as Eliza wipes herself down. The brunette beauty suppresses a chuckle at him catching himself so. She takes her time, being good and thorough before finally she deems the task done.
Eliza: I'm so sorry for being such a clutz and making a mess. Thank you for not making fun of me for it.
She suddenly steps forwards and wraps her arms around him in a hug.
Showtime: Uhhhh........
Showtime instinctively puts his hands up as if not to touch her, but as her warm body presses against his, he kinda relaxes a bit and gently pats her back.
Showtime: It's okay...don't worry about it...mistakes happen....I wouldn't make fun of you for having an accident....
Showtime says clearly choosing his words carefully as he just very gently puts the curvy brunette on her back as her body presses rather firmly against his, her cheek resting on his chest as she hugs him. Showtime kinda squirms a bit nervous that Eliza isn't letting go and this hug is going to become a problem for him soon if she doesn't so he kinda blurts out...
Showtime: Alright...that's enough, everything is fine! Relax...
She takes juuust a second longer than she would've needed to before she breaks the hug, glancing up into his eyes, her soft breasts still squished against him, before she takes a tiny step back.
Eliza: Well I still appreciate it. You totally could've laughed and while I wouldn't have been happy about it I couldn't really have blamed you either.
Showtime plays it off cool, really more relieved than anything that Eliza finally stepped back, taking her warm curvy body off of his. He walks over to Elizas wet clothing and picks it up.
Showtime: You want me to throw this stuff in the wash?
Eliza: Oh yes please, I'd really appreciate it. You're such a sweetie.
She smiles at him warmly.
Showtime: I figure my wife is going to blow a gasket if she arrives home before these clothes come out of the dryer and you're lounging around here in your bra and panties...so lets hope we can beat the clock right?
Showtime says leaving the room again to head down the hall to the laundry room, his back once again to the brunette as he says.
Showtime: I'll be right back, you just calm down and have a seat, I can get you another soda when I get back if you want one...or you can have mine, it's not open yet...it's sitting on the table....
Showtime disappears from sight again leaving the scantily clad brunette alone once again. With him out of the room Eliza lets a pleased grin spread to her lips again as she takes a seat on the couch and snatches the soda can, popping it open and taking a big sip.
Eliza: Aaah, all according to plan...
A few minutes later Showtime returns to Den as he takes a seat back down on the couch beside Eliza who is sipping away on his soda.
Showtime: Lets not spill that one shall we?
Michael says with a warm smile and a wink giving her a rough time, but in a very playful way. She winks at him from the corner of her eyes as she chugs the last of the Pepsi, gulping it down, then licks her lips.
Eliza: Aaah, that was refreshing.
The two engage in casual conversation while they await Bobbi's arrival, Eliza taking the chance to gush a bit more over her admiration for Showtime's career and achievements. Time just slips on by as Eliza glances at the clock, wondering if she's bought enough time yet.
Eliza: My, it's getting so late.
Showtime glances at his phone again and nods. He's sent Bobbi a few texts while the two have sat there on there couch talking and has even called, but everything goes to voicemail.
Showtime: Yea, it really is. I don't know where Bobbi is. I'm sorry...on the bright side for you, your clothes are probably dry now.
Eliza puts on a worried expression as she nods.
Eliza: That IS good, but yeah, no sign of her yet and I really wanted to get this all sorted out tonight.
Showtime sighs a bit hating to see the brunette look sad at all right now, over the evening they have talked a lot and in his mind have become pretty good friends, he hates seeing his friends upset.
Showtime: Yea...It sucks...I mean, we can wait up for her if you want? But isn't your sister going to end up being worried about you being out so late?
Eliza keeps a worried look on as she looks out the window.
Eliza: It's so dark outside too and I've only lived here for a while... I definitely have to send her a text message so she knows I'm okay.
She grabs her phone and pretends to send a message, but seeing as all is going according to plan there's little reason to actually send one.
Eliza: Well, at least now she knows. I'm not sure how I'm going to be able to get home so late though.
Showtime hates seeing Eliza all worried and jittery as he has really taken to her bubbily and playful personality as he does his best to try and make her feel better, he leans in and gently places his hand on her shoulder rubbing it a bit as he says.
Showtime: Hey, come on. It's okay. Look, Bobbi isn't home yet, but she should be home soon. And I know you want to get things settled...so how about you just stay here for the night, we have a few guest bedrooms and you can just make yourself feel at home. You and Bobbi can talk everything out when she gets here and you can head home in the morning. Is that cool?
Showtime gives her a warm sincere smile, hoping to help bring a smile back to her face as well. Eliza nods her head, sniffing a bit as she looks at him and smiles.
Eliza: I really appreciate that, it's a weight off my shoulders. We'll just keep waiting then, thank you for being so accommodating when you really didn't HAVE to, you definitely don't owe me anything after the way I've treated your wife.
Showtime: Look...
Showtime says squeezing her shoulder a bit more firmly.
Showtime: You're a sweet person. We've talked for hours tonight and the person you show the world is clearly not who you are. You and Bobbi have obviously had your issues over the last few months but here you are, twenty four hours after losing to her looking to just bury the hatchet and move on instead of looking for revenge. In my book, that's pretty cool, and if I can be so bold...I'm proud to call you a friend.
Eliza sniffs again, wiping the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.
Eliza: Thank you. So much. You know how it is, you didn't always come across as the most cuddly of teddy bears while getting all competitive, but I should definitely be able to do a better job of behaving right than I have.
Showtime: Live and learn right?
Michael says as he pats the brunettes back. Eliza nods her head again, smiling warmly at him.
Eliza: That's right. A step at a time.
Showtime: There you go! You want me to go get you your clothes out of the dryer? Or are you tired and just want to go to bed? I'm sure you had an exhausting weekend and I'm sure I've probably bored you at points tonight with my old wrestling stories.
Showtime is kinda unsure of himself right now as he speaks, part of him is just trying to make sure Eliza is happy...and another part of him isn't really in any hurry for this night to end. Eliza just waves it off, but yawns.
Eliza: I haven't been a single bit bored all night, but it IS starting to get way past when I planned to be in bed. Maybe just a while longer though...
She scoots a bit closer to him on the couch, resting a head against his broad shoulder.
Showtime: A little while longer won't hurt...
Showtime reaches for the remote on the armrest of the couch and turns on the TV but doesn't move his shoulder away from her resting head. For the first time tonight, she can tell that Michael doesn't tense up at her pressing up against him, that clearly makes her happy as he gently wraps his arm around her back and softly rubs her shoulder.
A couple hours later the guest bedroom door creaks open as the smirking face of Eliza Frost pokes out. She quietly sneaks out and makes her way down the hallway towards the master bedroom door. The shapely beauty slowly turns the handle, trying not to be noisy as she slips on in and closes the door behind her.
