The Horsemen Ride Again
Sunday, July 9, 2006
*The morning of July 9 came not without consequence to our old buddy Steve Borden. After having seen Montanna Bischoff again nearly a week ago in Vegas, his mind had once again become fixated on her. What was this crazy control she had over him? Why was it that every time he thought he was over her, something reeled him right back into her? He sat there in bed after having not slept a wink all night; rather, he'd spent the majority of it with a box of old notes and pictures all scattered over the bed. And with the breaking dawn symbolizing the coming of the one-year anniversary of the day they had first met at Cicero's up on the loop in St. Louis, the day (and her memories) became just that much harder to take. He picked up a picture of the two of them together, playing their guitars on stage at Cicero's, shaking his head and sighing. His long black hair began to fall around his face, but he didn't care. He just stared through the strands, as his eyes fell upon the final note she ever left him, the one that said she needed to leave. Those eyes of his turned almost as red as her hair, the anger and sheer contempt he felt for the entire situation boiling up inside of him. But when it hit him just how ridiculous he was being, he dropped the note and hung his head.*
Steve: You deserve so much better than me, Monty. But dammit, I love you and nothing is ever going to change that, no matter how hard I try to stop.
*In a fit of passion, he swept up all the pictures and notes and threw them haphazardly back into the box, covering it up and shoving the box back under his bed. As he laid there across the bed, he couldn't help but remember how she used to sleep on the side that his head was now resting on. How she'd always sleep in one of his t-shirts, t-shirts that were so big on her they looked more like nightgowns. How she'd take that shirt off in the morning and toss it back there onto the edge of the bed where his head now rested. He sighed once again when he realized that the scent of the lotion she always used on her baby-soft skin, that scent that used to linger on the bed for days after she had been gone, was no longer there. He rolled over off the edge of the bed and stood up, stretching, then looking at the clock next to his bed screaming out to him that he'd been up all night and it was now 7:30 in the morning and he'd had no sleep whatsoever.*
Steve: Fuuuuccckkkk... why do I do this to myself?
*As he often did when he felt this emotional distress, he pulled out his guitar. Above the guitar rack, he noticed the little homemade collage of Alter Bridge photos and autographed memorobilia he had put together a few months ago, along with the caption that he had written, "Music, to me, has always had a healing effect. - Mark Tremonti"
Steve: I hope you're right, man. *he slung his acoustic up over his shoulder* But then, you always are.
*He tuned the guitar down to Drop D, and picked out a couple of power chords to begin single-note plucking, a really sad sounding tune. After picking at those notes for a few moments, he got a little more aggressive and started hammering on those full chords and swaying front-and-back to his own music.*
Steve: *singing* I really miss your hair in my face... and the way your innocence... *he stopped* Hmm.. I may be on to something here...
*He took the guitar and ran down the stairs to the mini-studio he had down in his basement (see? David's not the only person who steals ideas from Shannon Moore). Flipping on some lights and shutting the door behind him, he sat down in front of a couple of microphones and and began to play that same progression, recording it all. It took a few takes, and some scribbling of lines and a few lookups in the thesaurus and rhyming dictionary, but he got the song down and recorded. After burning it onto a CD, he packed it up and headed back up the stairs to grab his cell phone. Even at 8:30 in the morning, he knew he had to do something with this. He scrolled through his numbers and stopped on one marked "Easy E," hitting the send button and hoping upon hope that the man on the other end would answer... The man on the other end happened to be outside doing some landscaping. He wanted to get outside and get a little work done before the hot St. Louis sun began to beat down on his suburban paradise home in Brentwood. His phone was inside on the kitchen table when it started ringing.. Melissa was walking down the stairs to go outside aswell when she heard the phone, and it had rang quite a few times..So she figured she'd better answer it at least so the call isn't missed.. She walked over picking it up and flipped it open without looking..
Melissa: Eric Bischoff's phone.
Steve: Hey, uh... is this Melissa?
Melissa: yes sir.. I was just grabbing the phone to take it outside to Eric.. it'll only take a minute..
Steve: Awesome, thanks... I didn't wake you up, did I?
Melissa: No, I got volunteered to help him today.. Is this Steve? *it's like it suddenly hit her who she was talking to*
Steve: Yep it is, your old pal Steve. *he was sure the smile shown through in his voice.. he had missed interacting with that Bischoff clan almost as much as with Montanna herself* How have you been?
Melissa: I'm doing good, Just finished up with Softball, enjoying summer, you know, being 14. *she had walked outside* You know Steve, I should probably just take a message, I'm outside and I don't see Eric anywhere. He may have went down the road to pick up some supplies or something..
Steve: Well, I don't know, maybe you can help me. Um... this will probably sound a little weird, but I'm trying to get ahold of Montanna again. I saw her out in Vegas about a week ago, we did Smackdown out there and me and my friend Joe ran into her out there, and I never got a chance to get her new address. I have a little something I want to send to her... I don't suppose you have her address on hand?
Melissa: My friend Joe and I.. *she laughed at her correcting him* Its really easy Steve. She is staying in the Real World Suite at the Palms Hotel. She is working for the Ghost Bar Lounge I think it is. It too is in the Palms Hotel..
Steve: Hey, I english good! *he laughed* That's awesome, that'll be easy to get to... I mean, get ahold of, you know? Thanks Melissa. *he smiled again and pumped his fist like a big nerd*
Melissa: Is that all, do you need me to leave Eric a message or anything?
Steve: Nah, that's okay, that's all I really needed. I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. You have a good day, Melissa.
Melissa: oh thanks Steve. I get to spend the day planting things and probably get stuck mowing the lawn.. Have a good day.. bye.
Steve: Later.
*He flipped his phone shut and smiled to himself. It took him all of 5 seconds to take a moment to himself before turning and sprinting up the stairs to hop in the shower, pack up a change of clothes and make another phone call, arrangements for his private jet to be ready to fly to Vegas a couple of hours later. In the meantime, however, he tried as best he could to mentally prepare himself for what he was about to go tell her...*
*For once, the time zone difference worked to Steve's advantage. In flying to the west, he pretty much didn't lose any time in his day, and arrived in Vegas at around 1 in the afternoon. He immediately packed his bag and his guitar case into the trunk of the taxi and had the driver take him to the Palms Hotel. When they arrived, he had the taxi wait for him outside, but brought the CD in with him. He found his way to the lounge, and took the CD over to the DJ who was playing some mild mid-afternoon-sunday kind of music. Steve slipped the CD up to the DJ and nodded at him to play it. The DJ shook his head and leaned down from his booth.*
DJ: Sorry man, I can't do this unless I hear it first.
Steve: *reaching into his pocket* Here you go, here are the lyrics, there's nothing bad in it or anything. It's safe. It's gonna be the hottest new thing of the summer man, and you get to be the first to play it. *he grinned*
DJ: I still don't know...
Steve: *slipping the guy a 50 dollar bill* Would a visit from President Grant change your mind?
DJ: *looking around and then pocketing the bill* Consider it changed. *he popped the CD into the player and began to play the song.*
*Montanna was sitting at a table, actually in some hip business suit number. Black pants, light pink button up blouse, and a black blazer. Her Red hair down and slightly wavy...She sat there filling out some papers on a clipboard when the dj abruptly changed songs.. People with an untrained ear might not catch it, but she did. She stopped writing and listened closer. The song, she recognized the voice. It was slightly raspy but she knew that voice.. She raised an eyebrow, got up carrying her board over to the dj booth.. She climbed up standing by him..*
Montanna: What is this?
DJ: The hottest new song of the summer. Better Than Me, by a guy named... *he popped the CD out of the player as the song finished up and looked at it* ...named Steve Borden? Hmm, never heard of him.
Montanna: I know who it is, why did you play it. Thats wasn't the playlist I gave you..
DJ: *he shrugged, trying not to get into trouble* I was improving, it's a slow day, figured I could have a little fun. This kinda tall dude with long black hair brought it over, the lyrics looked pretty good so I figured what the hey, why not be the first DJ to play the song?
Montanna: Tall guy with black hair.. He's Here? *she looked around* Don't do that again until you approve it with me. *She dropped the clipboard that had the band that was in line for the evening up there and walked around looking for the man that the DJ described... Steve, meanwhile, had stayed out of her line of sight but walked up to the DJ after she left.*
Steve: Hey man... was she mad?
DJ: Mad at me, anyway, she just seemed kinda shocked about you.
Steve: *a little relieved* I guess I better go face the music... thanks man.
*He nodded at the DJ as he walked away, trailing the lovely Miss Bischoff around a couple of tables before catching up with her and tapping her on the shoulder. She spun around.*
Steve: I hear you're looking for me?
Montanna: I am and here you are.. Great song.. *she smiled nervously, not bad nervous, just shocked to see him*
Steve: *he smiled to her again* Thank you. I kinda wrote it about you earlier this morning and, well... today being the anniversary of the day we first met each other, I had to bring it to you so you'd have it today. What can I say, I'm just a dork about things like that...
Montanna: *she smiled* July 9th.. It is isn't it? I can't believe you went through this for me though..You came all the way to Vegas to have a song played for me?
Steve: I sure did. *he smiled back* You know how much you mean to me, Monty. An emergency trip across the country, that's nothing.
Montanna: I know, this is just odd... I mean look at where we are now, Don't get me wrong. This is all very sweet and I appreciate it.. Minus my DJ completely disregarding my playlist..
Steve: *he nodded* Well, don't fire him or anything, that was my fault. *that was all he could think to say, otherwise, he was speechless*
Montanna: No Respect.. NONE! *she laughed* This is a pleasant surprise though.. This was Very sweet of you..
Steve: Every word of that song was true, sweetheart. I really do miss feeling your hair all up in my face, and... well you heard that line about taste, too... *he even blushed a little, looking around*
Montanna: *she knew her face got a little red* Steve.. *she looked around too in a shy girl way..*
Steve: *he smiled a bit* Yes?
Montanna: Stop it..*she smiled* You are ruining me for the rest of the day.. Making me turn red and act all timid..
Steve: *he put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes* And that's the innocence I've missed so much. Monty... why did we ever break things off?
Montanna: *she glanced up meeting his eyes* I don't know, Maybe It was me.. I don't know...maybe I was scared because of how well things were going... I ask myself that alot, trying to figure things out.. I don't have the answer...
Steve: Are you happy? Where you life is right now, this very moment, are you happy?
Montanna: I have a void.. I can't deny that.. I've got a completely different life here though. I'm working for myself, not because somebody else wants me too, I have this strange sense of freedom, I've met some great people here.. I'm happy persay.. Maybe just not as Happy as maybe I could be...Does that make sense?
Steve: It makes perfect sense. That void, that's exactly what I've felt for the last 7 months. I've got a whole new life too... I don't suppose you've been watching any of the EBWF shows lately?
Montanna: Very seldom.. When we split and AMP went to hell, I just kinda pushed it aside, trying to focus on other things.. Or atleast keep my mind on other things.. My first thing close to it was last week when you guys were here in Vegas...
Steve: So... you don't know about how I kinda split from the Horsemen and started my own new group?
Montanna: No.. I didn't know that.. Is that a good thing?
Steve: *he sighed, but smiled* Good and bad. But here's the deal -- a couple months ago, I had this big moment where I just cut my ties and left the other Horsemen behind. Ric lost a retirement match to Wes at WrestleMania, Hunter and David are... *he couldn't bear to tell her the truth about David but couldn't flat out lie to her either* ...they're both gone from the fed right now. So I sort of took over, I took over the reigns of the Horsemen and I've got a whole new group now, it's me, Samoa Joe, Shane Helms, and Shelton Benjamin. I'm thinking about moving back out here to the west, back to California, since there's not much keeping me in Carolina anymore. So I feel ya completely on that whole "strange sense of freedom" thing.
Montanna: Yeah you were at that indy show with Joe..I remember that. And I did watch Raw in Vegas. I was sitting at Ringside and it wasn't cool what you guys did to Cannon. Jo called and said his neck is giving him fits.. It kinda shocked me Steve.. This new you just from what I've seen is almost scary...*she looked him in the eyes. She kept her eyes locked with his as the DJ began to play "More Than Words" by Extreme* Dance with me? Its not much, but it can be my gift to you.. *she smiled*
*Steve laughed internally at how schizophrenic she could be. From talking about how scary he could be to wanting to dance in almost the same breath. But he wasn't going to turn her down. He returned the smile and locked eyes with her.*
Steve: It would be the best gift I've gotten in months.
*He slipped his hands around her waist and began to lead her over towards the dance floor, swaying in time to the music the whole way. As they danced it felt comfortable, like old times.. She put her arms up around his neck, and rested her head on his chest, it just felt right. She was quite content, when she felt someone else tapping her on the shoulder, she thought it might be her boss, and turned looking seeing Mark, which was almost as bad.. THey'd been out quite a few times, she didn't know if they were classified as boyfriend and girlfriend, she didn't even know how he felt... She pulled away from Steve Quickly...
Montanna: Mark, hey.. You're early.
Mark: Not really, it's 3:30.
Montanna: *She looked at the clock on the wall* It is.. yeah.. Sorry..Umm.. Steve.. This is Mark.. Mark..Steve... *she smiled nervously like she'd been caught in the act*
Mark: Sup..*he stood there in blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt, his hair kind of all over, saying sup was his best attempt at sounding tough.His dark eyes were fixed on Steve.. *
Steve: *he looked at Mark with an icy glance, and nodded* Hey... you a friend of this little lady, I take it?
Mark: You could say that..*he smiled*
Steve: *he rolled his eyes a little* Well... 3:30, eh? I suppose I should be heading back towards home anyway, that trip home is gonna cost me a couple hours. *he ignored Mark and looked at Montanna* It was good to see you again, sweetie. *he stepped up and hugged her, and whispered into her ear* happy anniversary...
Montanna: *she hugged him back* Thank you for the song.. Happy Anniversary to you too..
*Mark stood there, they could both see the question in his eyes*
Montanna: I better get going, going to see Wayne Newton for the Fiftith time.. *she glanced at Mark and he shrugged*
Steve: Wayne Newton... classy. *he laughed* I'll leave that CD with the DJ, you can get it from him. I'll talk to you later, Monty. *he waved as he began to walk away*
Mark: So I like Wayne Newton.. Sue me.. Don't diss Wayne, I've sat through Celine Dion 3 times.. Wayne is nowhere near as Painful to watch...
Montanna: Fine, you've got a point.. Not a good one, but a point.. Lets go...
*As those two left in one direction, Steve began to walk off the other way. He had reached the door, when something compelled him to head back inside. He found his way to the front desk of the hotel and reserved himself a room for that night, Room 1003. After going back out to the taxi to get the rest of his things and pay his bill, he settled into his room. He took care of a couple of things, called his jet pilot to let him know they'd be staying the night. He was getting pretty hungry by this point, so he ran out to find something to eat. When he got back, he knew he was in that room for the rest of the night -- so he pulled out his cell phone and began to compose a text message.*
Text Message: Monty - Changed mind, Im staying in your hotel tonite. Room 1012. You should come see me. Gotta fly out early in the morning. Love you!
*He set his phone on the table next to the bed, kicked off his shoes, and flipped on the TV. 37 channels and nothing worth watching, so he left it on a random baseball game on ESPN and turned the sound down low, pulling out his guitar and sitting on the edge of the bed strumming away, waiting to see if Little Miss Bischoff would make her appearance or not.*
Steve: *singing* ...that time at the mall, you and me in the dressing room...
Better Than Me
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| If I Could Take The Year... | ||
| La Musica | ||
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Title: "Better Than Me" Kayfabe artist: Steve Borden Non-Kayfabe artist: Hinder (See RP for media player and lyrics) |
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» Record: 1-4 (since transformation) » 1x InterContinental Champ » 2x Hardcore Champ |
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| Wes and Amy aren't the only ones with an anniversary today... it was one year ago when Christina and I began writing together, as Steve Borden and Montanna Bischoff and their budding romance. Just had to address that, and follow up on their chance meeting in Vegas last week the day before Smackdown. Don't know if anyone still cares about these two, but it was alot of fun to write, so we hope you enjoy it too! | ||
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Steve Borden: Brian Montanna Bischoff: Christina Melissa: Christina DJ: Brian Mark: Christina |
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