“Post Fight--The Confrontation (Bell/Zeta-Jones)”

Posted by Syren on Friday, 31-Dec-1999 17:28:07

Cat had already made her remarks to the pro-British press following her narrow defeat by Catherine Zeta-Jones--Syren and CB buy her side. Choking on her words, Cat had made the usual gracious remarks about Jones, that she was a good fighter, that it was a tough match, that the people here had been friendly, the usual obligatory fluff. She, CB and Syren decided to sit in on Zeta’s press conference, to see what her reaction and comments would be. The three of them stood unobtrusively in the back room and listened…

Reporter #1: “Catherine, how would you rank Bell as an opponent?”

“She’s the luckiest tramp in the FCBA! How the hell she ever won a title is beyond me. She thinks she’s big stuff, but I’ve fought sparring partners with more ability.”

Cat’s face began to turn noticeably redder, as did Syren’s. “Where does that witch get off talking about you like that?” Syren said under her breath to Cat.

Reporter #2: “What about the fact that bell defeated two tough opponents before she fought you?”

“Child’s play. She has no real understanding of the basics. I can only fault her for listening to that has-been who trains her. They deserve each other.”

Reporter #3: “You’re referring to Syren, the ex-champ?”

“Ex-chump is more like it. Talk about old news! She’s a has-been--a frustrated old ex-champion who’s reliving her fantasy glory years through her talent less protégé. I told her so in the ring afterwards. They’re both losers!”

This added insult to injury for Syren, especially after being pushed Jones in the ring after the fight. Syren’s blood ran cold. Then her Italian took over. Standing between her and Cat. CB was on red alert, ready for anything that could happen. Cat and Syren looked at each other and almost in unison they began to sprint toward the front of the room. CB was right on them. He grabbed Cat by the arm, pulling her back towards him and catching her waist with his right arm and wouldn’t let her go. He grabbed for Syren, with his other hand, but she was already beyond this reach. He watched as his wife reached the podium and confronted Zeta-Jones with the fury of a lioness. She looked as if she was towering over the Brit--toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose. Syren’s eyes were flashing fire!

“So you think I’m a has-been?:” Syren fumed, poking her finger in Zeta-Jones’ chest/ “I’ve had more success in one year than you’ll ever have in your lifetime.”

“Big words from a gutless old pretender.” Zeta-Jones smirked.

“I won’t even dignify that with a response, We all know who the pretender is around here.” Syren retorted hotly.

Zeta-Jones pushes Syren as she had in the ring. “You think you can talk to me, a true champion like that, bitch? I think you’re a coward and I’ll prove it! I want you in the ring old lady!”

Syren’s face went hard, her green eyes narrowing, “Are you challenging me?” she said in a deadly calm voice.

Zeta-Jones fumed, “You bet your worthless American ass I am!”

Syren’s eyes pierced her challenger replying, “I’ll show you a real champion, you little puke!”

Zeta-Jones practically spat, “Anywhere, anytime, bitch!”

Syren leaned menacingly towards Jones, her face so close their noses almost touched, and said in that same controlled deep voice. “Have your camp call mine,” and she spun and walked back down the center aisle. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

CB was a comical sight, his mouth wide open, still holding Cat with his arm--with her just staring at her mentor in disbelief. Syren walked past them, very poised and graceful, out of the room and into Cats dressing room. CB and cat followed, Once in the room with the door closed, Syren began to shake, “CB, what have I done? She’s  15 years my junior, I haven’t fought in 9 years! How could I have lost my cool like that?” CB just shrugged his shoulders and absently rubbed the back of his nec like he always did when he was nervous.

Cat was the first one to speak. “Syren you’re in great shape! You spar with us almost every day. You train side by side with us. You’ve still got the endurance., You’ve always said fighting was more than just brute strength. We’ll help you, won’t we CB?”

CB cleared his throat. “Sure we will, She’ll be ready.” But he saw the fear in Syren’s eyes and he just wanted o hold her and tell her that everything would be alright. But he knew he couldn’t in front of her protégé. There would be tome enough for that when they were alone. For now, he knew she was putting up a good front for Cat…

Reposted by Archer 8/2/11.